((This isn’t over yet. Yorudan wouldn’t simply stand idly by given the constant talk-to-self outloud opportunities kinder gives…lol bring yourself back here and prepare to die. You will NEVER escape.)
Yorudan noted early on that the Quincy talked to himself….a lot. This one was stranger than any other Quincy he’d ever met, and the most dangerous. Yorudan’s analysis was complete. This being intrigued him to no end. The technique it was currently in the works attempting to create was a dense mass. The reiatsu rapidly spinning and condensing within it was similar in formation to the way the matter of a collapsing star moved. Astronomy was one of the many sciences the cube educated Yorudan on, and though he didn’t quite grasp it entirely, he did note how much of the energy expressed within living things were mere microcosms of much grander events, like this one for example. This was either a technique which would act as a black hole and destroy the rest of what remained of Las noches, or suck the creator into it. “Doubt it’s trying to kill itself. Is this a worm hole, for travel?” This creature was mistaken if it thought Yorudan was going to let it get away.
After being assaulted by the bala, which was only meant to distract the creature in the first place, Yorudan truly began to act. Yorudan had only expected the being to turn his gaze away from his technique for a moment, but he turned his head away for much longer. Yorudan had plenty of time to put the first of his plans into action. The second hand that he removed using his Autonomy ability was already in position. In an instant a cero blasted apart the sticky looking black orb. The substance disbursed from its original shape. Then, bala after bala sent the liquid flying in all directions. The seconds spent making such an unnecessary and ridiculous statement should have been spent completing his already difficult to manage technique. Perhaps then, his technique would have succeeded, and transformed into something other than a mess on the ruins of the floor and the creature’s shirt and face. “Unfortunate…” Yorudan thought to himself.
For the creature’s own sake, it’d do it good to avoid simply shrugging Yorudan’s actions off as those belonging to a coward. Though he hadn’t achieved his goal of becoming an apex predator yet, he was already an excellent planner. He was a predator which relied on strategy and traps. This was perhaps the most dangerous kind.
The connection with his hand had begun to weaken again. It only made sense though. To assure he wouldn’t miss, Yorudan positioned this hand even closer the being turned its head. He continued his assault, this time with bala focusing on the creature’s actual torso and head as opposed to its now nonexistent technique. As annoying and pesky as it likely seemed to the being, everything done up to this point was to study it. Though Yorudan had completed his Master Pesquisa examination, his studies would continue, until he was satisfied . . .or one of them died.
The beings that once stood beside it had separated themselves. “Masses of reiatsu.” He thought as one of the creature’s puppets made its way to Yorudan’s area with haste. It was extremely slow though. This one was the spitting image of the male Arrancar that tried to save the first. “Did he send them out looking for me?” he thought, as the clone unknowingly came closer. Yorudan had stored a great deal of vomit in his belly, hoping that he’d get to use it on the three at the same time. His position however, was about to be revealed.
“The results would be the same either way.” He mumbled, thinking about how much easier things may have been had he just tried to capture all three of them at once. He turned his head to meet the male clone. The moment the clone cleared the ruins of the main building and came within range, Yorudan covered the clone in a Vomit-formed fog. In the very next moment, he sensed the reiatsu within it swell. It was preparing for some form of attack. It was instantly trapped as if an insect in amber.
The loud sound of an explosion in an entirely different location was proof that he’d made the right move. The mass of reiatsu that was the female clone was gone, and it looked like he’d prevented this one from a similar fate.
As he gazed through the amber like state into the center where the clone stood, he could spot large tares within it. It was filled with reiatsu, and was clearly created to serve as some type of explosion. Cracks spread throughout the amber like mass as the energy escaped its form and attempted to shatter the prison that contained it. It failed. All that remained was a silhouette of the clone, or cast of what use to be its form. Though it was no more, Yorudan hadn’t forgotten for a moment, that he was dealing with a creature that used at least two different diseases.
“Easy enough to deal with…” Yorudan thought, reflecting on the very strong possibility that this attack may have also been filled with either the disease that caused the others to bleed from the mouth, or the one that caused his hand to become riddled with lesions and die. He instantly converted the amber-like mass to a sunfire-like cloud. A disease that could effect Hollows like others effect Humans and Shinigami is interesting, but not even a bacteria that unique could survive being fried. For purposes of destroying potential bacteria, this method was superior to any antibiotic or medicine.
His true focus never left the clone’s creator. He had more than enough vomit stored to deal with it as well. His position was likely already revealed. Should he create a smoke screen in an attempt to find a new spot to hide until his questions were answered?