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I know I have two PM feat slots. Tasty tasty kan: http://www.mangaden.net/forum/showthread.php?38258-1st-1st-Week-Round-Four-Maruyama-Ilsa-vs-Rina

“Bakudou number seventy-“ A startled cry cut off the incantation as gravity suddenly decided to reassert itself, bankai be damned. Ilsa plummeted toward the arrow on the ground, reflexively wrapping her wings around her body. Wind currents howled around her, sand scoured her skin as she fell...

What in the worlds just happened? Shocked, Ilsa barely had time to shunpo away from the oncoming arrows. She had used that exact tactic before on other shinigami! Somehow she always got stuck with opponents who loved their shunpo, so she had been practicing that particular move once word of the...

Ilsa gasped as the barrage of thin arrows pushed her back, digging her sandals into the sandy grass in an attempt to gain some traction. She saw the next two arrows, real ones this time, coming; one of the many benefits of Tenrai Chikaku. But the range was far too close for her to put up a...

The first shot went wide as Ilsa sidestepped and ducked low, letting the second and third ones pass overhead. Three Rinas ran toward her at high speed... but two of them were misty and transparent to her eyes. Hinometori radiated a feeling of satisfaction in the back of her mind as she noticed...

“Oh, you have got to be kidding me.” Ilsa dodged to her left, stumbling on a treacherous hummock of grass. The arrow scored a shallow, bloody gash on her outer thigh; first blood went to the Quincy. An illusion. And of course, Ilsa had decided to conserve reiatsu when she activated Tenrai...

Ilsa grunted as the force of the red arrows threw her back, somehow landing on her feet despite the soft, uneven ground. What was that? Apparently Quincies had more than one type of arrow, an unsettling thought. The shinigami turned to face Rina again, watching her movements through both her own...

About time! The shinigami easily flickered out of the way, having been watching Rina’s hands and arms with an intensity only made possible by Tenrai Chikaku. Ekaterina Walter, eh? I’ll have to look her up in the archives and see if we have anything on her. “Bakudou number thirty-six, Yusuru.”...

Tensed to shunpo, Ilsa slowly shook her head. “He never told me his name. He was neither very young nor very old, pale-skinned with dark hair and eyes, and spoke fluent Japanese with what I believe was a Russian accent. The fight took place in Tokyo, three years ago come winter. That is all I...

Ilsa flinched. The vice-captain of the First Division was good at many things, but hiding her feelings was not one of them. Memories rose unbidden at the young Quincy’s question. Fear and smoke and the trash of a nameless Tokyo alleyway, blinding rage as treacherous soul-killing arrows cut down...

Finally! Ilsa breathed a sigh of relief as her sandals found purchase on the grass and the rootmats below. It was way too hot to run as Rina did (curse the Gotei’s heavy black uniforms!), but the shinigami made her way over to the pool at a fast walk and splashed in, zanpakutou and all. “Ahh!”...

Ilsa blinked, startled. She didn’t remember ever hearing anyone speak German, but apparently she learned this one in life as well- Rina’s words were as clear to her as they would be if she had spoken English. Not as clear as Japanese or Swedish (which Ilsa suspected was her native tongue as a...

Ilsa nodded to her opponent, mentally reminding herself to keep things civil. She had watched the previous match in Sala de Uyuni; there was no mistaking those glowing bolts for anything other than Quincy arrows. Under other circumstances, the shinigami would gladly skewer the other woman. But...

Desert. Why did it have to be desert? And not just any desert, oh no. Ilsa slogged her way to the top of an enormous sand dune, shading her eyes with one hand as she searched for any sign of her opponent. The tournament organizers just had to pick the deep Sahara for the desert arena, as opposed...

Grades from Week 291. Yes, I am a lazy Lin. Maruyama Ilsa - Vice-Captain of the 1st Division Grades: 179 base + 75 div = 254 Reiatsu: 26,670 ~ Hinometori ~ 32,004 ~ ~ Amenokaigan no Hinometori ~ 37,338 ~ Zanjutsu: 8,000 Hakuda: 200 Hohou: 5,000 Kidou: 13,470 (Threshold 20,205...

Silence reigned for a long moment as Ilsa stared impassively down at Adelaide. Inside, she wanted to hit herself for being so stupid. She had been so sure that the other woman would be too low on reiatsu, too close to her kidou threshold to cast yet another overpowered fire hadou! And this one...

“The gods’ most steadfast protection, sealed from all injury. Wall of purity, impenetrable mirror, precious bastion.” Ilsa leaped backward, speaking the words in the clipped, rapid manner of an arcanist in a hurry. “Bakudou number seventy-six, Kyoumon.” Multicolored flames washed over the...

“Bankai! Amenokaigan no Hinometori!” Light flared through water as the torrent hammered the two women with debris. Takitsuse was rapidly losing potency, though. The waterspout wobbled and collapsed into an enormous puddle, leaving one battered and bruised shinigami in black- and one glowing...

Not again! Ilsa went flying, mentally cursing her opponent’s casting speed. What was it going to take to get the upper hand here? 23/2763

Steel rang on crystal as Ilsa parried the blows, having seen Adelaide coming. The captain was fast, but not quite as fast as Ilsa with the limiter hampering her speed. Much as Ilsa would like a zanjutsu battle, there remained a risk of being hit with another Sanjukageki to the face. It was a...