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The white fortress
Nothing ever happened here. It was always so boring. What was there to be expected of it? Nobody was stupid enough to attack the fortress itself. The only enemy strong enough to do so was Soul Society; and even then, they would not escape without massive losses. Their power was tied, but even then, the Shinigami were much too shrewd to assault the Arrancar directly. Currently, they had issues of their own to worry about...
But something did attack.
A terrible flash of horrific red light tore through the outer fortress's wall, blasting through the wall and melting the stone to a glowing molten liquid. The force of the blast was so fast that gale force winds erupted from the source of the blast; a man in the distance, still surrounded by the white dunes of sand, shrouded by a massive wolf-fur pelt cloak. The continued blast of cero leveled the entire outer area of the desert, flattening the sands and blasting the dunes behind him in a rising dirty cloud, as curious Hollows began to flee from what the knew only to be a superior predator than themselves. When the cero finally cleared, a gigantic hole was left in the wall, through which several dozen Arrancar poured through.
In a swift motion, his cloak came off of the large shoulder plate on his right side, connected only to the back of the left plate now. It danced behind him in a long, oversized plume, and the half-masked soldiers charging at him suddenly ceased to a halt, nearly stumbling in the sands as their mouths gaped open.
The giant threw up a thick, muscle bronzed arm, and sickly contortions ruptured from beneath the skin, running down the entire right half of his body. From each rising welt of flesh sprewed forth bone-encased protrusions, slowly cracking and crackling beneath his skin, as 36 whole fragments jutted from the arm and torso in a mass so thick it was difficult to discern the rest of the man's form, lingering at the base of the huge mass, before it exploded in a violent torrent of blood.
Gushing red waves of fluid washed over the Arrancar, staining the sand so thickly it appeared as though it were flooding, and when it was over the man stood as he had before, only this time soaked in his own blood... and accompanied by thirty siz blades, all shaped like giant cleavers and machetes, swirling around him in a manner that was impossibly deadly. He stepped forth, the swords shredding three of the Arrancar to bits simply as they moved with Revenger, tearing the first few apart. The bone casings were still being shed by some of the blades, falling down and contrasting sharply against the blood red sand.
The first one he grabbed, he picked up into the air and literally ripped in half, digging his other hand through the fat soldier's rear and taking hold of his pelvis before using it as a grip to literally tear him in two. The halves were dropped aside idly, and a lanky, purple haired Arrancar charged the blond sun-tanned giant with his zanpakuto drawn. Revenger appeared only to move in a blur, throwing sixty eight punches at the foe, leaving dents all over the front of the man's body and shattering the zanpakuto with his bare fists. The corpse that fell below swelled rapidly, before gushing with blood, it's massive bruises popping like zits beneath the enormous pressure of the blows inflicted upon his flesh. Revenger's point was beginning to come across, as four of the remaining thirty two ran away.
The blood rose, pouring out in gallons rapidly from the surface of Revenger's mighty body, swirling around him like a whirlpool. There was far more blood coming from him than what his body seemed capable of containing; he was generating this blood, growing it so rapidly he could dish out rivers of it in mere seconds! The spiraling mass swallowed twenty seven of the Arrancar, but the other eight still managed to evade it, and ran charging back into the fortress; two escaped for certain, vanishing with a steady stream of sonido flash steps, leaving behind only a trail of urine as they pissed their once white pants. The whirlpool then swelled, crystallizing and becoming solid, as the suddenly hard masses condensed around the couple-dozen Arrancar trapped within and literally compacted their bodies, crushing every inch of the feeble soldiers. The crystallized mass appeared like some small, spiny red hill of bloody glass, but it was moving. Moving with Revenger, with every step, as he continued to make his way to the entrance he'd blasted into Las Noches itself. The final six Arrancar lined up at the hole and nervously made their final stand in a mix of sweat and tears. One was whimpering, but Revenger knew all of them wanted to whimper. Perhaps he felt sorry for them, because their end was to be quick indeed. Blood was bubbling beneath the huge, thirty something foot tall bulwark of spiny blood crystals, pushing it up hundreds of feet into the black night sky like a geyser before it sharply pushed it forward, and then began to drive the crystals downward in a roaring mass of crystallized bodies encased in the huge mass, all being propelled by an utterly tremendous jet of blood... all of which was heading towards the hole itself, and the six Arrancars within. The mass fell on them before they had any chance of escape, and blood stained what remained of the walls as the stone passage collapsed on itself. But then the crystals began to crow menacingly even as they had claimed five more lives, before detonating in a thunderous burst. Blood and sharp fragments of the liquid shot outwards, and the sheer force of the explosion caused a chunk of the outer area to collapse like a sand castle struck by a foot. Granted, it was only a dent compared to the size of the fortress... but to those who resided in the outer wall, this was an unprecedented disaster, leaving ruin in it's wake as Revenger stepped over the rubble and into the fortress.
But then, something unexpected rose from a mass of rock enshrouded by dust and debris, a lone survivor. A pudgy, but also quite muscly Arrancar, with curly orange hair and a bird's beak as a mask. Tired yellow eyes glared forth at Revenger with tiny pupils, and although missing an arm and several distinct chunks of his body, the Arrancar was alive and regenerated so quickly that the lost limbs returned in moments, but were scarred and slightly deformed from the strenuous recovery. It appeared to be a strong regeneration specialist. Revenger smiled, clapping his hands. A bloodsword flew into his open palms as he prepared to give the impressive survivor a final fight with some respect for his survivability, but the next action brought a frown to his lips.
The Arrancar drew forth his hand, and shoved it into his mouth in an insane and sloppy way, slobbering all over it as he yanked out a single molar from his jaw before presenting it to Revenger. He crushed it, revealing a small red orb, and pushed it like a button. In an instant, an alarm began to blare throughout Las Noches.
"Intruder! Intruder! The outer wall has been breached in the northern sector! All Arrancars and Espada move immediately to the combat zone! This is not a drill! We are under attack by the Shinigami!"
The alarm generally summed it up, although not in a manner that pleased Revenger. He was rather looking forward to announcing his own arrival. But this would probably be faster; except, that he was no Shinigami. The alarm must have been pre-set otherwise they'd surely know he was an Arrancar himself... and yet, perhaps it had simply been something the orange haired. bird beaked soldier had done to get the attention of his comrades more quickly, perhaps. "You will die." He spat forth, choking up some blood from his previous wounds. "The Espada will come. The others will be here before you know it, and when they are, I'll slink away and wait for the chance to finish you off." He cursed, charging a bright yellow cero. Now that was odd. His color was the same as Revenger's. But, as much as he liked the survivor, he couldn't just let him ruin the ending he'd planned for the orange-haired Arrancar. Revenger responded by firing his own cero before the Arrancar could shoot his; he'd been charging it since the Arrancar took the tooth, and this time the cero was bright golden yellow, similar to the cero the guard had been preparing!
Only the lower half of the soldier was struck, but it was blown clean off. The torso made a thud against the ground, still living and breathing... "I will permit you to heal. You will not run. When the others do come, I want you to tell them what I did; I spare you now because you are the only witness. Now, continue to watch, and commit my coming legend to memory... I am Revenger, and I am going to wipe this monument of injustice off the sands of Hueco Mundo, and heal it of this eyesore!" Revenger shouted back, to which a glint of fear was now seen in the guard's eyes. His pain prevented him from doing much at all. His regeneration was slower this time. But it was still impressive that he had survived it at all, and could perhaps recover... all of this being Revenger's design, of course. As much as he groaned, however, he never took his eyes off the giant and his long, flowing blonde hair, whom was now curiously unstained by blood at all even though almost everything around him was utterly soaked in the blood of the other Arrancars. He didn't take his eyes off Revenger for an instant; it was the only thing keeping him alive. If he failed that purpose, he knew he would surely perish, and that giant would swoop down on him and flatten his skull in the most gruesome manner he could imagine if he did not watch...
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