Transformation Continue's (invite only)

A garganta opened in the wastes of sand. A body with no head shooting from it like a bad taste from a dimensional creatures disgusted mouth. The body would collapse to the sand's gentle cushion.

Soon after another form came from the mouth, this one standing tall and upright, who walked down from the closing maw of hellish swirling darkness as if an invisible staircase lay before him. Coming to a stop on the ground not but 5 meters from the body.

"Wake up Dullahan. It appears it's time for you to taste a good beating. Though..." The second form tilted it's head and looked skyward as if in though. "Can one taste without a head?"

The boy would land on the sand with a soft thump, panting and sweating as Dullahan continued taking control of his body. He struggled a bit, crawling and twitching on the sand before he just stopped and went flat, a wisp of nothing forming where his head was. One last cry of pain from Akashi was warbled into a Hollow's roar as his head vanished, him slowly standing up and holding his staff tightly. A ragged breathing came from him, despite having no head or mouth to breath with. Not only that, but his breathing sounded metallic. He just seemed to hang there limply, completely not reacting to Giuli's threats. However, if one could breathe without a head, was it that far of a stretch to say that one could taste without one?

Lifting the staff slowly, it vanished, forming the Hollow's lightning blade. Once again, since the blade was nothing more than a bolt of lightning, it would not cut Giuli. Or, at least, that was how it seemed. What Giuli might not have noticed, nor did Akashi know how to do, was that there was an incredibly fine blade of wind around the bolt of lightning, giving it a cutting edge. Especially dangerous to an opponent, considering one could not even see the blade, minus the electricity. Akashi's body just stood there for a moment, appearing to look Giuli over without doing anything. Giuli would have to be careful if he wanted to test the Visored's abilities without using himself as a punching bag.

"Well first and foremost you are a defiant beast and I do so dislike the defiant types...most times anyways." HE had not really been expecting to be an intimidating factor to anyones inner hollow, stupid and lowly beasts that they were. Fear likely did not register for them the way it did others. Giuli in fact despised them for that, viewing it as a weakness. A hollow was born and immediately felt hunger while these pitiable imitation hungered not at all. They felt no fear for the years of being hunted down by a shinigami brute squad nor the satisfaction of not only eluding them but feasting upon the fools. Giuli could still to this day remember the sweet metallic taste of his ressurecion's sources arms as he munched down on them.

He stared lethal perturbed death at the creature possessing the boy before him, his contempt obvious. "You think yourself powerful but only because the boy has a weak will. It is not your strength you wield but anothers. You earn no respect, you clawed out no existence for yourself. You are a parasite leeching off the strong and pure soul of a frightened child Dullahan. When we are through I'll be sure your soul is bound in chains within his own."

Giuli pondered a single instant longer on where to draw blood before biting into his tongue and releasing a power only Espada could wield from his mouth, his tongue's wound leaking the catalyst required to make it so. "Gwan Way Cewo!" And then the figure before Giuli was engulfed, supposedly, within the massive attack.

The Dullahan stood silently, the boy fully encased in the Hollow's armor. It could not respond to Guili's words, nor would it have had it the full faculties of speech. However, it did seem to react to Giuli's words, pounding the hilt of the odd longsword into his shield as if to taunt him into attacking with the loud clang. Unfortunately for Dullahan, that was exactly what Giuli did. Not expecting the powerful Gran Rey, instead of dodging, he held the shield forward to attempt a block. He was blown back, the shield shattering into shrapnel that shot everywhere except back at Guili.

Dullahan slowly rose to his feet, the HP bar still above his head. Yet, the PP bar was blinking. One would have to wonder, but the reason would become apparent as Dullahan raised his sword to the sky. A roar emanated from the armor as a rapid hail of plasma bolts rained down around and on Guili. It would seem that Dullahan was using Spark Plasma, but his PP was not depleting. That meant that Dullahan could use all of Akashi's attacks without a backlash. This was further proven when Dullahan thrusted a fist forward, a Thunder Mine shooting from his palm. Guili would have to be on his toes.

Giuli quite enjoyed the little show of fortitude Dullahan performed just before the Cero engulfed him at point blank. He found it quite funny, like a childrens cartoon cat mocking a mouse before being hit with a frying plan by the dog. He watched the bar above the monsters head shrink bit by bit as the assault ripped into it, momentarily Giuli considered trying to mimic a shinigami in use of kidou styled spells as he had nothing better to ponder as it dropped to a measly 53 points of health.

Oh no that's and 8, 58. I must grow a new pair of occular nerves after this, the swivel ability seems to effect my eyes abilities to focus on a single object causing moments of misread vision.

As it finally fully fell away he observed the further struggle as Dullahan rose back to his feet shieldless with small fragments of it clattering off the hollow form or jutting out where it penetrated. Giuli flexed another cero into hand but it sputtered a moment after he attempted to form it. He'd known it would happen after having to expend so much energy during the fight regrowing ripped hands and firing off energy. The only reason he had done so well so far was that he had been able to rely heavily in preformed cero in the starting stages of the engagement.

He was bored now with this affair. The boy obviously was not ready to assume any kind of control over his inner hollow and nothing Giuli could think to do at the time would awaken him back from this new possession. With a sigh he leaned heavily forward.

"Hmmmm, I don't believe I can learn anything else of major interest here. Time to try and end this." He glanced up as plasma rained down but knew he was still not up in charge enough to expend more energy to fight back against it. He would have to just try and stall for the round. He glanced down now, noticing the thick glass his cero had reduce the surrounding sands to and with a heave lifted a sheet nearly 50 feet in width and height before flinging it up and forward at the plasma mine. It connected and the two burst apart showering the area with shrapnel that cut into Giuli's body, though he protected most of himself with his arms, giving him the first real wound of the fight he might have a scar from later. "I'm not sure just how to finish this off now though." He said as plasma rain pummeled him and froze him fully for the turn ahead. "But I know I don't like the energy attacks this guy throws around."

Dullahan seemed to notice Giuli's apparent fleeing from his rampant attacks, the massive suit of armor lumbering after him heavily. He swung the massive blade at Giuli, only to have it come short of anything fatal. If Giuli were actually hit by it, it would be no more than a slightly bleeding cut across his belly. However, then Dullahan thrusted a palm forward, a Thunder Mine coming from his palm at roughly point blank range. At so close a range, the explosion would likely debilitate the both of them.

However, the Thunder Mine would not detonate as planned. It would fizzle out as it was being launched, Dullahan stumbling back and roaring loudly. His roar had a dark, metallic undertone to it, sounding like his voice was coming from inside the chestplate. Soon enough, a massive crack appeared down the center of the armor, causing Dullahan's pained roar to echo out onto the sands. He began to sway side to side, and eventually fell forward, the armor shattering with a loud glassy sound all around Giuli. It revealed the boy to be curled into a fetal position in the main armor, clearly unconscious. The bone was still around his neck, and nothing Giuli could do, short of killing the boy, would remove it. Actually, he seemed kinda serene just lying there asleep. He was faintly breathing, so he was still alive. What would Giuli do with the boy, though?

(Wait when did I flee? I got hit a lot that time.)

"Well, it seems I still can't move that much....life's been grand at least though right?" Giuli laughed heartily, his famous last words would be a terrible cliche he knew but he was determined to go out the way he came. With the oldest trick in the book. As Dullahan roared down upon him Giuli couldn't help but close his eyes, curious if he would be able to guess where he was cut in half from without seeing the blade swing down atop him. A sharp pain across his gut told him plenty enough, indeed he could tell where his final wound was lain before dieing. Dieing. Dieing. Huh, should not dieing have had some kinda of definite sensation? Perhaps a big flashing light in one's mind that said 'Your Dead Baby'. Giuli was certain he would know if he'd died but then why didn't he? What is he indeed had died and dieing was like being stuck in your own thoughts for eternity? Oh what a delight that would be, Giuli could ponder everything he'd never had time to ponder before. What made blood red, why not blue or yellow? Why not cerulean even?

And then finally a flash, but Giuli could swear that flash was...was something his eyes actually registered. How was that? He was dead how could he still see things? He finally relented his efforts to ponder his ponderously ponderous thoughts and attempted to open just the one eye. The sands before him lay as always, but now a small frail boy lay atop them. He opened the other and looked about to find small bits of quickly dissipating hollow bone strewn around that same boy. "Well, wait if I am not dead then what happened?" He finally glanced down to find his belly wounded but not spilling over with his intestines, a curious thing for an arrancar to have as they ate souls he had always thought. "Well, it appears Giuli lives to fight another day then....how strange." He said to the unconscious boy before him as he moved over and scooped him from the ground. "Time for you to return to your home little one, a good bit of fun we had but your not ready to master a toaster let alone that beast."

He held him like one would a small child and found himself almost laughing at the site some shinigami would have when he attempted to drop him off on earth. A arrancar carrying about a shinigami? What would the neighbors think?

He barely held in the laughter as he stepped through his garganta and went to earth.

(Double Exit)

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