A normal Training Exercise? [Open]

ooc:

Through a portal of darkness, static, and uncertainty, a pure ray of golden light warmed up a portion of the scenery. On a neat path with the appearance and texture of golden bricks moved a spirit so majestic, his neutral expression made it seem correct to pay homage to the 71.6 - a number which contained the golden ratio relationship with his shoulder length of 44 inches across- inches tall man. His body held perfect proportions to which both the naked eye and a measuring tape of great accuracy could attest to in unison. His aura made the gloom area inside the garganta seem bearable. His deep wine red eyes, though very cat like, did not make him appear evil; instead, they complemented his golden hair and golden overcoat. It had to be very difficult to convince any of the hoi polloi of the spiritual world that this man did not currently have a position of governance. Despite his existence as a Fraccion, the culminating touch of this arrancar giving him the most important part of his royal appearance was the remnant of his hollow mask: a very well crafted and detailed crown.

The figure moved on his yellow brick road toward a goal he looked at with a smug expression, every dimple and crease on his face manifesting itself with just the right curvature and position. His shoulders shook with a confidence which reflect his thoughts for making this journey: She's there. The arrancar smoothly and calmly walked across his reishi bridge to arrive at his destination. Without a moment's hesitation, the arrancar gracefully lifted his right hand and swiped it before him, causing the gloomy static of his surroundings to suddenly become a boisterous urban setting. Downtown Karakura at lunch time had the air of business. Tons of cars in different colors and models crowded every lane and some parts between lanes. Humans walked carelessly throughout the sidewalks, ignorant of the events unfolding about them in the spiritual realm which co-existed with them. The skyscrapers and buildings each had a unique look, some with the modern facade of glass, others held up multiple floors rather than having a great build. Yet, to the arrrancar walking toward a woman on a rooftop near him, none of this matter whatsoever.

This woman had a special relationship to this man. In this same place, some time ago, she had an encounter with him. In the time, he rashly killed near one hundred humans. She confronted him for not allowing even one small child to escape, for he wished, originally, to execute the spiritually aware child who screamed at the site of him. The woman before him, in such rage because of the arrancar's crazed actions risked her life to humble the arrancar. Despite almost every spirit believing he was a king and wishing to touch him to verify whether he was even real, she moved in to touch him to send him into an abyss of humilty. She slapped him.

The arrancar on that day and from that time felt anger toward her. He had never had to take such horrid behavior. But he analyzed her. She did not act the way everything else did around him. Considering his greatest hobby had to do with collecting rare artifacts, he later learned to value her above the others. He moved closer to the woman, softly but swiftly, masking his reiatsu as much as he could until he could approach her, with eyes gazing on her as one who has found, not a spouse, but more like a prized horse; one which is out of the reach of domestication, but would provide just the amount of resistance needed for this crazy arrancar to find pleasure. As he approached her, with no fear, he spoke out easily, "I believe I know you."

Statistics:
Rank/level - ADV-3
Hankou - 11
Reiryoku - 14
Hakudo - 7
Seijuu - 11
Bukijuu - 12
Hoho - 10
Points awarded: 0
Total points: 65

Spoiler:

[OOC; Took you long enough =3= ]

Her voice penetrated through the air and this man's body. She declared she had no knowledge of him but every gesture, undertone, and look she gave opposed her statements. As she casually turned to move toward her zanpakto, the arrancar simply watched. His hilt may have been tucked inside his robes, but, without much of a time window, he could have easily sent his elegant white hand toward the hilt and stood between the zanpakto and her without anyone noticing, but he simply stood and watched, allowing only his cat-like pupils to follow the female. His face did not show much pleasure but it did show some contentment albeit both expressions still hid quite well on his face.

While the woman neared the odd weapon, the arrancar peered at the strange contraption. It had no straightforward sharp area to call the "blade," yet this arrancar did not seem to find this portion of the weapon peculiar. The oddity of the weapon, to him, came from his battle instincts, which told him this weapon had great fierceness. The apparatus seemed to reveal more and more of itself as he looked at it. By the location of its handle and the hollow end, it appeared to him as an advanced dart pipe, but so many gears and additives could not possibly add enough efficiency to such a simple action of blowing a dart which would condone carrying something so heavy. No, the weapon did not even have an apparent area to insert a stream of air. Maybe all the connections and flips propelled a dart at higher speeds than one's breath. This made more sense, especially considering the amount of confidence the female shinigami put into her smaller, but faintly similar, weapon. Maybe the shinigami had discarded the blade she once had for this piece of advanced technology. Though this machine truly intrigued him, from the corner of his he caught something which demanded his attention immediately.

He menacingly shot a cold glance at each of the men in shinigami robes. When he looked at the second one, his expression soured more than the eerie tension already in the air. His lips tightened in a synchronized movement with his naturally narrow eyebrows which moved in toward the center of his face. His aura, along with the great, royal feeling he carried about, dipped into an angry, condescending emission. His right hand tightened. The air that blew around the heights of these buildings continued to carry smoothly, reflecting the calmness of the lightly clouded blue skies of the city. Yet, on this rooftop, the air speed gradually increased. The arrancar, after having looked into the eyes of one of the shinigami for about a few seconds, shut his eyes firmly and spoke with authority, neither loudly nor potently, just severely, to the two shinigami. "I am Wenceslas Coronado de la Cima, second only in reiatsu, to the Primera Espada. Feast your eyes elsewhere, lest I remove them and show you why your looking at me is such an abomidable action." His declaration did come off in a de facto manner, but the end of his statement held such great degradation toward the shinigamis, they should have understood his anger toward their simply viewing him.

Statistics:
Rank/level - ADV-3
Hankou - 11
Reiryoku - 14
Hakudo - 7
Seijuu - 11
Bukijuu - 12
Hoho - 10
Points awarded: 0
Total points: 65

Sure enough, the shinigami's eyes now all laid on the arrancar Wenceslas. Under other circumstances, this "royal" arrancar would have their eyes to fall on none other than him, but, because he had already requested courteously - courteous in his opinion - for them to look elsewhere and because the number of eyes on him went from four to six instead of four to zero or maybe four to two (he would only accept the female shinigami to behold him in admiration), Wenceslas grew in frustration. Muscles from various parts of his face twitched as his arms crossed along with his head and its fiery golden blond hair tilting forward. The air atop this high building picked up even more speed, manifesting the anger swelling up inside of Wenceslas.

Finally, removing his inhibition of reasoning with plebians, he spoke sternly, "I gave you a chance to look away."At the declaration of the final word, his right arm rose from its position of holding onto the upper portion of the bright overcoat on his left side while his left arm remained near the elbow of his right arm. With a flick of the wrist in sync with the pace of his speech, at the edge of his index finger sprung into life a compact crimson sphere made of swirling reiryoku. "I reminded you pests to look away," another flick of the wrist causing a second bala to form on his middle finger. "And, through this whole humiliating ordeal, I have stood on the same ground as you three peasants." The final flick of the wrist followed by the ominous formation of a third bala on his ring finger which now made the number of balas match the amount of souls opposing the arrogant arrancar on this regular day in Downtown Karakura. In a stronger and firmer tone, Wenceslas cried out immediately after revealing his irate burning red eyes, "You dare incite the wrath of a king?!"

The air pressure boomed on their rather narrow rooftop. The building had its walls in a quasi-pyramidal shape with its peak (the building top) flat and small, close to the size of a tennis court. The rooftop shook some before the four souls standing on the edifice suddenly changed to three after a piercing noise. With an interval of barely half a second, cutting through the sky from 30 meters behind the female shinigami soared one of the red bullets of reiryoku after the disappearance of Wenceslas. About a second after, the same ordeal occurred to one of the other shinigami, and, in the same amount of downtime, the ordeal repeated itself a third time with the other shinigami. The distance to cover by these balas may have been more threatening from close, but the balas came from above at a diagonal down which formed a line between the target's head and one of their comrade's waist area.

The balas could be detected and probably dodged if the shinigami reacted quickly enough, though there may be casualties from the after-effects of the balas of an arrancar with rather good control of this ability. The threat did not end there, though. About fifty yards above the building, the haughty arrancar looked down at the scene with a glib smile and some sweat forming on his face, a calm and collected stance, and a middle finger pointing down at the scene with a deep, wine red sphere which looked similar to a swirling galaxy standing at the edge of the finger. "This crowned king wants to temper his jewel by true fire."

Statistics:
Rank/level - ADV-3
Hankou - 11
Reiryoku - 14
Hakudo - 7
Seijuu - 11
Bukijuu - 12
Hoho - 10
Points awarded: 0
Total points: 65

Assumptions:

The arrancar hovered over the building standing above them all on an invisible reshi platform which, after having traversed from garganta to real world so many times, he could form without a second thought. The breeze he formed from his rage had subsided, but, considering his altitude, the wind ran through his white garbs and his golden overcoat, shaking almost everything attached to him except the charging cero. His level of reshi attacks stood higher than most arrancar, but he still charged his ceroes to assure a higher hit ratio. The arrancar had perfectly measured the distance between him and the female arrancar to optimize both strength and accuracy. The balas he fired all missed, but they served their purpose of scaring the shinigami off and gave the extra effect of throwing off his target to a certain extent. The advanced dart shooter now had its shaft pointing in his direction, but something bothered Wenceslas about the machine.

Before he landed in his current position, Wenceslas heard a powerful blast, but he knew it could not have come from any of the beings standing on the roof; it had to come from the special weapon. Generally, to maximize his coordination, Wenceslas keeps his mind clear of thoughts, but the loud sound of the apparatus made him think to himself That thing must be quite powerful. His loss of concentration made him have to watch his footing, which, had it moved slightly, would meddle with the rest of his plans. He could not afford to move an inch from his position, even if it meant putting in extra energy which would illicit the sweat now dripping down his rather pale face. Of course, noting that fact jinxed him because his pesquisa went berserk when the female shinigami exclaimed "You fool!" Wenceslas peeked over his shoulder with the assurance that, if the female shinigami tried to move, he would not think twice before firing the cero.

What he saw did not make him happy. Wenceslas’ confident red eyes widened into a state of shock when he saw the shinigami charging toward him. The shinigami probably continued his charge toward the arrancar because of the facial expression Wenceslas gave. Little did the shinigami know the anger he ignited within the calculating arrancar. The cero collapsed into a spiky red chain around the right wrist of the arrancar. The shinigami finally reached the arrancar moving his zanpakto down full swing, but, despite the danger this should have presented, Wenceslas only stared down at the man's feet. "You dare attempt to stand on the same level as me?! This failed ascension will cost you dearly!" As the shinigami brought down the zanpakto with both hands toward the left shoulder of Wenceslas, Wenceslas grabbed his left forearm with his right hand and drove it into the wrists of the shinigami. The enormous amount of force Wenceslas put into the short maneuver made the shinigami's forearms snap.

Immediately, the shinigami lost his grip on the katana and left his hands and wrists dangling off of the rest of his arm, but, before the blood could even run its course and burst out, the arrancar had moved to catch the zanpakto upside down with his left hand. As the fractured zones splattered the contrasting red blood into the calm blue skies, the arrancar moved above the shinigami and raised the zanpakto to skewer the katana directly into the shinigami's left shoulder, driving it deep into the man's body. The shinigami's face of anguish was an inexplicable consortium of pain and sorrow. Wenceslas knowingly kept himself positioned behind the shinigami to avoid taking damage from the able female and her complex weapon.

In his final moments, Wenceslas made sure to inform the shinigami in a soft, yet irate voice "My personal space is invite-only. Stay down, and I won't hurt you anymore." The shinigami's body convulsed while a stream of blood leaked from the sides of the wound the blade made when it entered and blood shot from the man's left thigh, meaning the katana had made its way down through. Wenceslas leaned the shinigami's body backward as if it were on a lever. He positioned his right index finger and thumb around the shinigami's neck pointing into the shinigami's shoulders. "Catch, Alice" Wenceslas called out to the female shinigami. In that moment, from the arrancar's fingers sprouted two small balas which both propelled the aching, and possibly dying, shinigami downward toward the building Alice stood on at a moderate speed followed by a trial of blood shooting out of the wound left by the katana which Wenceslas held onto just in time so he kept the shinigami's blade in his left hand. The speed of the body and the impulse given by the balas caused the basically severed left hand of the shinigami which took the bulk of Wenceslas' hit to finally rip off and stay behind, leaving the poor recruit zanpakto less and down to one hand.

Statistics:
Rank/level - ADV-3
Hankou - 11
Reiryoku - 14
Hakudo - 7
Seijuu - 11
Bukijuu - 12
Hoho - 10
Points awarded: 0
Total points: 65

Assumptions/ooc:

Wenceslas watched the dying shinigami fall to the side of his superior. His eyes did not show any emotion; they simply peered at the scene with a hint of indifference, as if Wenceslas had just entered as a passerby. His body remained still until the body landed into the arms of the damsel. Once she caught him, Wenceslas turned his face to the blade in his left hand. The zanpakto he held looked like the standard, run-of-the-mill zanpakto: normal length, normal color, normal hilt design. The gray and red weaving of the hilt would not make this katana stand out at all. This zanpakto truly had nothing special to it. Whilst the woman held her comrade and painfully prepared to put him to rest, Wenceslas nonchalantly looked toward the other shinigami to assure himself the other had not moved. Once Wenceslas confirmed this, he swung the zanpakto without too much effort, testing it's weight and how it felt in his hand. As the gunshot resounded, Wenceslas stared intently at the zanpakto. As the life of the shinigami faded away, Wenceslas' pesquisa showed a decrease in reiatsu in the zanpakto until the soul cutter descended into the state of katana and nothing more.

In the distance, he could hear Alice once again screaming her insults as she did before. Her anger and insults made it evident that she had not noticed the change in Wenceslas. The arrancar which would have killed hundreds quickly and without a qualm was no more. Instead, now existed an arrrancar which would torture thousands had he the chance. As Alice continued to degrade Wenceslas, he tossed the katana behind him and turned to face Alice, whom still continued to spew words of rage at Wenceslas. As the zanpakto fell, a small garganta swallowed the katana up and shut immediately. Wenceslas noted the machine's shaft aimed directly at him without faltering. Alice's tirade could not possibly allow her to aim so well at the center of his chest. The weapon must have a mind of it's own. Then what connection did Alice have to the zanpakto? Wenceslas tried to study what Alice did with the odd machine as she prepared to attack, but her frozen, frost blue eyes warmed his heart and set his passion ablaze. He remembered he could not kill her, even if it meant losing his chance at easily usurping her interesting trinket. Now that he had lost his murderous intent, though, so he would have to--

Instinct only allowed him to turn toward his right and bolt toward his left using both feet and barely bending downward. He felt a piece of...a piece of Alice had touched him, but before he could even think about it, Alice stood directly before him about seven meters away. Her finger moved some sort of clip on the machine. Wenceslas had no time to think about the occurrence nor analyze his situation. He immediately allowed the reshi platform he stood on to dissipate so he could descend using gravity, yet he still could not fathom the power and speed the machine could propel its ammunition. Another part of Alice sunk into his skin...somewhat. To make a hasty analysis, Wenceslas checked in with his pesquisa which revealed with the projectiles the weapon had fired remained stuck halfway on hierro. Despite the minor amount of penetration the darts had achieved, they hurt Wenceslas a good amount.

Out of rage, as he fell, Wenceslas pointed the index finger on his right hand toward Alice from below her catching and interesting sight which rage muddled. The cero which had collapsed earlier sprung up and fired itself full force from about fifteen meters away. Wenceslas horribly irate expression and powerfully piercing feline eyes matched the crimson explosion which formed a wide paraboloid which would easily hit Alice if she did not shupo immediately but the proximity would spare her since the destructive power of a cero manifests itself on far targets.

Statistics:
Rank/level - ADV-3
Hankou - 11
Reiryoku - 14
Hakudo - 7
Seijuu - 11
Bukijuu - 12
Hoho - 10
Points awarded: 0
Total points: 65

Assumptions/ooc:

Wenceslas continued his decent some more with his menacing eyes facing Alice. While his clothing flapped at his decent, Wenceslas flexed his right pectoral and bicep muscles as hard as he could to forcefully removed whatever had embedded itself in Wenceslas' layer of Hierro. He noticed when Alice looked at the other shinigami and ordered him to leave, so Wenceslas took this opportunity to quickly create a platform of reshi to use it as a catalyst for sonido. Though Wencelas had fallen a long ways down from the original building top, his sonido still managed to get him to the nearby concrete roof of a building smaller than the building currently holding Alice. Wenceslas quickly appeared at the sound of something like a blade rapidly ripping through thread. His clothing moved some because of momentum to where even his golden overcoat swayed with his white arrancar robes. Without a chance to rest, Wenceslas bent his knees slightly and shot upward as if he took off and flew upward. As he approached Alice, he thought of a strategy to defeat her speed and the destructive dart device: if he could get close enough to-

Once again, something he brushed off came up again: a hollow-like reiatsu. This time, Wenceslas took the time to ignore it, though. The machine's menacing missile mechanism needed all the attention Wenceslas could give it. His face remained determined as he shot up the side of the building with such a streamlined form, nothing on his body shook. He approached her from directly in front so she could have the motivation to come into close combat with him. Once he got near her, he could use the proximity so that- "Stop playing mind games with me, arrancar!" She must be begging me to defeat her. Why would she give away she has trouble concentrating? The statement Alice made and her emphasis forced Wenceslas to think on her actions. He knew first hand Alice had a great amount of concentration and determination, so he immediately knew something had to have truly startled her to make her react so childishly to where she would tell her opponent something had a negative effect on her.

The shaft. The threatening torpedo tool set its sight on Wenceslas again. Wenceslas outright spoke up to the distressing damsel when she used her will and emotion to aim her curious charge-shooting contraption at him, clearly giving away such a key ability in such an inopportune moment. If anyone knew anything about arrancar, they would not plan to shoot a projectile at an arrancar moving at high speed near a building. Yet Alice shot at him. To all this, Wenceslas referred to in a dubious tone, "Nani?" before simply shooting to the left of where the shaft of Alice's strange shell shooter shot then he quickly moved at the building to use it as a berth to sonido away. Not knowing whether the darts had homing capabilities added to Wenceslas' worries, so he moved to a building slightly lower and somewhat further from their current location. The modern building, though lined with glass and interesting designs, had a smooth concrete roof with nothing special but some A/C units which added sound to the rather quite ceiling with their low-pitch humming.

Wenceslas noticed Alice took her time working with what Wenceslas would now assume was her zanpakto so he moved his fingers some and flicked both wrists to form two softball-sized orbs which looked more like glass spheres filled with red wine. Though he stood straight and without an outright fighting stance, Wenceslas prepared himself to attack Alice if she did not come, yet he waited because he wanted to confirm if she truly lost her self-control to fear and frustration. Sure enough, though they stood far apart, Wenceslas saw Alice pull the arc clip on the "zanpakto." He assumed she just wanted to divert him enough so she could have safe entrance to his current area, but, instead of performing a great evasion, Wenceslas simply took a large, quick, but leisurely step to the right while compressing his balas into small red lights which glowed in their stationary positions in his palms. The projectile shot by the "zanpakto" struck a ways off at the end of the building. Alice immediately appeared crouched before him. Ready to strike. With her hands unoccupied. How cliche.

His face in the next paragraph:

The moment Wenceslas saw her set up, he bursted out in laughter. True, heart-felt laughter. His eyes closed despite the possible danger of standing in such a close range with his enemy, but Wenceslas had already confirmed Alice had unknowingly postponed the fight she had with him for a greater, more ominous one. With that realization, Wenceslas moved his right hand to his left side and flung out the arm capable of withstanding a head-on attack from a powerful sharp blade to block the fleshly hand of the troubled female. With his eyes still closed, he uttered in a soothing tone, "You're aiming at the wrong target, my sharpshooter." Quickly, to avoid any resistance from Alice, Wenceslas held her left forearm as he gracefully moved behind Alice while still holding her arm to shift into a position where he now held her left wrist with his right hand. He kept his left hand open as a precaution for any sudden movements. He also made sure Alice stood between himself and the zanpakto's shaft, so he would not have to worry about getting shot suddenly. After the second he took to assure these details, he opened his eyes and whispered gently into Alice's right ear, "There's no point in holding back. Hollows have a sort of…persistence no shinigami could ever resist. Let it out now and tame it later. The more you fight it, the more mortal mistakes you will make, like this one." With the last statement, Wenceslas reformed the bala in his left hand and pushed it at Alice's back. Because of the film around the actual bala, the attack would not explode, but would still cause sharp pain.

Statistics:
Rank/level - ADV-3
Hankou - 11
Reiryoku - 14
Hakudo - 7
Seijuu - 11
Bukijuu - 12
Hoho - 10
Points awarded: 0
Total points: 65

Spoiler:

[Hado #11; Tsuzuri Raiden [Canon] ; Electrifies objects which are being held by the user, usually weapons or zanpakutous.]

Assumptions/ooc:

Alice has a hollow within. How it got there? Why did it decide to awaken now? Why did her reiatsu never show any signs of it? None of those questions really mattered right now. Through the fingers of an angered woman surged a stream of electrons guided and reinforced by reiryoku. The fleshly digits sunk their nails as deep as they possibly could into the iron-like skin of the arrancar. The current moved with great haste, but, whether it lagged or moved at full-speed would not make a difference. The golden hair of the targeted man swooped through the air with the rest of the man's body. Whether he pushed off the ground, slid, or used sonido did not matter because his execution of an escape failed him, since he seemed to have just thrown himself away from the woman. The high voltage still ran about his body somewhat, so his golden overcoat flowed in the soft breeze while crackling with light yellow sparks. He faced the woman, still, but at a knee about 15 meters away. His demeanor did not seem defeat or heavily damaged though his face had light soot stains probably made by the frying of some of his skin cells showing he had taken a good amount of damage from the attack. "Disrespectful imbecile! Are you prepared to face the consequences for assailing a superior?!"

Wenceslas’ fierce eyes glared at the woman. She looked feeble, having withstood the pain of a bala and having to deal with an interior struggled probably drained her morale and spirit, yet she delivered the electrocution so stably. Wenceslas’ face moved from viewing the woman to looking downward. Slowly and casually, Wenceslas stood from the concrete floor of the roof, all the while chuckling. Once at a full stance, he took slow, easy steps toward the female shinigami still facing downward. "You have only been in my presence once before this, and that for a brief period. My mistake was deeming you a shaved rose. You truly still have your thorns..." Saying this in such a straight tone alluded to what Wenceslas planned on doing next. He raised his gaze to the woman while moving his left hand into the golden cloth he wore around his hip. He stopped walking and slowly pulled his hand back out and brought it to the side. Through the whole ordeal, the hand held nothing visible, nor did it seem to do anything with a purpose but to both Wenceslas and probably Alice, this gesture had a meaning. "I invested more reshi into covering it completely. Now you must concentrate and fight two powerful hollow at once!" Ending the statement with emphasis, the air around his hand grew red...redder...darker.

In a few seconds, a large swirl of red air spun around Wenceslas’ left hand making a large cylindrical column of reshi. The air on the roof felt heavier and darker. The monotonous hum of the A/C units evolved into an eerie growl. The white cloak on the arrancar danced with the outpouring of reiatsu. As the air thickened, the man's hair rustled similar to a flame excited to devour anything around. With a piercing glow in his eyes and an ominous demeanor, the arrancar declared "The battle begins. Entertain me, gypsy!" His left arm shot into the air now, revealing the large swirl of reshi had some sort of glassy film which contained it. In his semi-stance, Wenceslas lowered his arm in the direction of the shinigami, removing the film causing the swirl of reiatsu to organize into a large orange blaze, more concentrated and slim than a cero but faster and with more fire characteristics. The flames stemmed from the left palm of Wenceslas' hand, though his hand had an awkward position, as if it gripped the flames. The consuming orange flames bursted with energy and eagerness toward their aim. As they charged toward Alice, Wenceslas uttered "Cero Fraglantia."

Statistics:
Rank/level - ADV-3
Hankou - 11
Reiryoku - 14
Hakudo - 7
Seijuu - 11
Bukijuu - 12
Hoho - 10
Points awarded: 0
Total points: 65

Assumptions/ooc:

Alice cleared the powerful, fire cero with a basic dodge. Wenceslas charged that cero and planned on using it later, as a trump card, if needed, but his whole battle tactic changed. Before, he shot at her from a distance to weaken her, setting his sights on stealing her zanpakto and taking her with him. Now, he had a greater, much more precarious goal. Inside the female's conscience, within the deepest parts of her soul, brewed an ominous storm, growing stronger. Wenceslas knew something Alice did not know; something he wished to exploit. While Alice landed and held her machine-type zanpakto, Wenceslas noticed the barrel did not look in his heart's direction, but, instead, it aimed slightly downward. Considering the speed at which it propelled its projectiles, if he did not move, it would probably hit his right thigh. Good.

The bullet spiraled at high speed over the now smoking roof, making a weak whistling noise as it cruised through the air. Though they had not fought for too long, Wenceslas could track the projectile because of its reiatsu's connection to Alice. He waited for the last seconds before the bullet would contact his leg in a ready stance, staring at Alice with calm eyes. Once the bullet entered a range where it would be quite impossible for Wenceslas to dodge the shot, Wenceslas thrusted his left leg to the right, making the projectile skid onto the upper layer of his leg, cutting a part of the white kimono he wore, but the light tear in the garb only showed that his leg did not take any damage. Wenceslas could now concentrate enough reshi into his hierro to deflect Alice’s shots.

Alice took a better stance. Though Wenceslas eyes tracked her, he concentrated so much on his experiment, he had not put much mind into what Alice had done in the meantime. Now the geared contraption confirmed Wenceslas suspicion. So that is her zanpakto. Guess she didn't notice I could take her shots. Wenceslas stared down at the rifle and its wielder. His piercing eyes now condescended cleared his feelings right now. Though she may not see his body well through the smoke caused from the flames from before, Wenceslas' red eyes should shine right through. The next projectile, conveniently wrapped in blue, flew at his heart faithfully at an incredibly higher speed than the other shots, but Wenceslas knew he could handle it. His instinct first told him to dodge, so he scooted to the right, and shot his right hand up to deflect it with ease. Then a sharp pain drilled through his palm.

His right hand lay on his chest and through the smoke he saw blots of red. His eyes did not have such a strong glow to make red spots in a drifting smoke. The building many meters behind them suddenly boomed and immediately shattered a whole floor. Layers of glass bursted under the pressure of at least seven stories pressing downward into the building. There had been a considerable miscalculation. Wenceslas peered at his hand and a nail-sized hole stood in the middle of his palm, the blood not running just sitting around his palm. With calm eyes, he turned his view down toward his shoulder in time to watch the quarter-sized hole in his left shoulder drool out its last drop of blood onto the golden overcoat, leaving it permanently stained with a ruby splatter design.

Wenceslas heard Alice’s words but did not even bother paying attention; he knew they contained nothing but empty insults which he did not care for. Painfully, he squeezed the overcoat with his punctured right hand. The rest of his body stood easily, as if it had yet to realize the damage it just sustained. Wenceslas spread the blood on the tips of his right hand casually, his eyebrows shaking rabidly as a heavy juxtaposition to his senile, but calm eyes. He spoke in a low, calm tone: "So sad you brought such a death upon yourself being so young." After his statement, almost cutting himself off, Wenceslas disappeared to quickly appear behind Alice with the maddest, most bloodthirsty eyes a living being could possibly have. His right hand led his charge. Moving in harmony with his golden fiery hair bustled white flames around his right hand which burned so powerfully, they seemed to erase the air around them. Wenceslas shot his arm rabidly at Alice. If she managed to dodge the punch surrounded by these potent flames, the whole roof and most of the lower two floors of the building they sat on would melt because of the very presence of the full powered advanced rendition of the Cero Fragalantia.

Statistics:
Rank/level - ADV-3
Hankou - 11
Reiryoku - 14
Hakudo - 7
Seijuu - 11
Bukijuu - 12
Hoho - 10
Points awarded: 0
Total points: 65

Assumptions/ooc:

Wenceslas cero came out of rage. It sprawled and swallowed everything in its path because it actually had a purpose. Wenceslas wanted to consume everything on and near the roof save himself. Though he seemed bipolar, his emotions did not change what he did but how he did it. His plan did involve launching a big attack at Alice to shake the rends of her inner world and move the hollow within Alice onto the throne. Though Wenceslas did perform two powerful iterations of this unique cero, his large well of reiryoku allowed him to remain on well on his two feet throughout the ordeal. This situation had no resemblance a video game where your attack did not hurt you. No, this was real life. Yet Wenceslas jumped backward from the middle of the roof to the opposite end of where the fire shot, so he avoided the flame's effect, but the floor in the middle of the building met a horrid fate, as it evaporated along with the blaze.

When the debris cleared some, Wenceslas saw that his calculation that only the first few floors would fall to the cero missed by plus or minus the whole building. The humans, though distant, wailed crazily as they watched the remains of the buildings which Wenceslas stood on crumble. Wenceslas concentrated reshi under his feet so he could remain standing. No problem. This will do. He knew he would actually be better off fighting in the air. During the whole ordeal, Wenceslas did not see Alice. He could sense her, so he knew she survived, but his pesquisa could not pinpoint her location since so much of his own reiatsu covered the area. Wenceslas knew his plan had to have worked. "Alice, are you out there struggling?" His eyes moved about, searching slowly for her.

The air still held onto the smoke firmly to make a sheet in the air and the frantic shouts of the humans did making listening somewhat difficult. After a few more seconds, Wenceslas raised the output of his reiatsu enough so that it cleared the fog. Wenceslas saw Alice - or at least what his pesquisa identified as Alice - tilting her head at him. The mask which covered some of her face along with the odd shading of her eyes made Wenceslas burst out in laughter; laughter which showed he had obtained victory. "The beauty now becomes a beast. How fitting. Come to me, child. I will lead you to your salvation. Your safe haven." Once his words ended, Alice embraced him (at least, that was what he considered the interchance). "Your face might not speak your mind... But your mind speaks no lies...I can see your desires... And they can be yours if you strive for them..." The words sent chills down his back, which, for such a twisted being, meant he enjoyed this. The words spoken pleased him greatly. His eyes thinned to slits where his feline irises looked backward joyfully, adding to the dark pleasure his long smile displayed. "I am very thankful to have your blessing. I will take her hand, and you may walk with us."

Her next statements reminded him he forgot to reveal his goal for releasing the hollow, but now, with Hollow Alice preparing an attack before him, talking could not solve his problem. She stalled while preparing her attack so Wenceslas believed she wanted him to have enough time to form his plans. He did not have many resources left since the building had already fallen into debris and the Cero Fragalantia would not work a third time. Better plan. While Alice prepared her zanpakto to shot, Wenceslas eyes closed even more until almost none of the color of his fiery irises could show. His demeanor shifted into a more serious form. "Let's test that great speed and aim of yours." Wenceslas shot backward and down, flying at a moderate speed toward the bottom of the building approx. 100 feet downward. As he moved downward, his left hand shot tons of balas with their glossy films all around Alice but none hitting her. Once Alice pulled the trigger, about 11 balas floated in the airspace around Alice.

In unison with Alice, Wenceslas landed several feet below and ahead of her and the instant the Hell Piercer moved out of the barrel, Wenceslas pointed his right hand toward Alice and fired a cero. The distance between them make the cero cover a large area, but some of the balas floated outside of its reach. The cero, undoubtedly, targeted Alice as the center of blast. Whether the Hell Piercer would make it through the cero or not did not concern Wenceslas; This ends now. As the cero reached the very evenly spaced balas, each out give off an explosion with a large enough radius to pop the new bala until most of the sky exploded while Wenceslas sat awaiting the bullet to pierce his leg and for his Alice to fall to the ground.

Statistics:
Rank/level - ADV-3
Hankou - 11
Reiryoku - 14
Hakudo - 7
Seijuu - 11
Bukijuu - 12
Hoho - 10
Points awarded: 0
Total points: 65