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His english was shit, but as he knew enough to know what the shingami had said to him. “Sie zu fucker...” he spat, leaving the last word in heavily accented english to ensure the man understood him. While doing so he ducked under the fist and slid along the currents of energy so he was...

Amaya’s eyes fell on the grizzled man whose finger was pointed at her. She too said nothing, it had never been her way to talk during a fight. With the seven blades materialized on her back, and enough strength returned to her body to actually fight, Amaya drew the green blade of Envy and let...

His sneer hung on his face until the bolts were close enough that he could taste the sulfur on the air. Then in a practiced movement the quincy leapt from the spot using Hirenkyaku, vanishing back a safe distance. He smiled as his long bow materialized around the wooden one he now had pointed...

Wise eyes watched the room around him, as he slowly worked his way through a pack of cigarettes. When he was a younger man all this waiting would have been driving him mad, and his eyes kept glancing to the path he would have paced around the room. He was suited for battle, promised the glory...

Hayashi, Amaya; 11th Division, 3rd Seat Grade from week 242 wayyyy late: 190 Reiatsu: 19,571 -The First Three~ 23,458 -The Final Four~ 27,399 Zanjutsu: 11,571 Hakuda: 0 Hohou: 5,000 Kidou: 3,000 -Hadou #28, Banshisei - 500 Kidou -Bakudou #30, Shitotsu Sansen (Beak-piercing...

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For an instant Amaya let her emotions bubble inside of her, churning over and over what the Captain had done to her. She wasn't like the rest of them, she couldn't move past this and focus on the bigger picture, and luckily it seemed as though there was no reason to. She opened her mouth to...

For an instant she was gone, but just an instant. Not long enough to contemplate the black, or where exactly she was, but just long enough to be gone. Then Amaya was aware again. Her body moved for an instant, groping its way through the blackness around her, groping until she found the...

PS this goes before those 2 turns As she lay beneath the Captain watching him struggle with the new spell, Amaya put every ounce of effort she had into trying to draw one of the blades from her back. She managed to arch her body just long enough to fell a glimmer of hope, which was...

As the red started to fade away the first thing Amaya understood was the copper taste of blood in her mouth. For a half second she moved her tongue in her mouth, gathering the liquid before spitting it on the ground. For a moment she kept her eyes closed focused on the spasms of pain that...

For a moment Amaya simply convulsed in the jungle beneath the remains of the Sin Eater. Before the convulsing, there had been a red hot feeling a clarity. The weight of the trident as it cracked and shattered her ribs, the last scream that tore from her lips before air stopped flowing into the...

In a flash Amaya brought the mutating blade of Gluttony in between herself and the bola. In a single swing she brought the monstrous weapon down, cleaving the net in two and effectively negating the treat. “You talk too much,” Amaya sneered at the beast. She was beyond talking, beyond the...

Amaya had seen cero before. She had seen the speed at which Esqueleto's had mutilated Tsubaki and Tetsuo, she had dodged the cero flung at her by the Arrancar she had fought in Hueco Mundo, and then again with the one she fought with Thaleia. And for an instant she felt a burning in her pride...

The female warrior stopped for a second, she could feel the slithering grasp inside of her loosen its grip slightly. The fire in her mind waned, and in its place came a realization of the losses she, and the group had taken. Her wounds were burning, itching for healing, begging her to stop and...

For a moment Amaya understood the hollow they were fighting. She understood as Zak jumped once more into the battle in an attempt to dismember their enemy, while instantly forgetting what she had just done to him. But the haze of the pain was growing too strong for her to think about it...

The hollows webs were little more than minute distractions to the pain induced haze of desire that fueled Amaya. Dropping the tangled jet blade of Wrath in an instant, she hacked Lust free with the freed blade of Gluttony. Something as pathetic as traps wouldn't keep her from more of the pain...

There was a yearning inside of Amaya. Something sticky, clinging to her mind and thoughts, calling her away, calling her to find it. “Amaya...” the voice echoed through her, growing as it met her wounds. It resonated with the sweet agony, twisting into a familiar calling. “...Come find me...

There was a flash so infinitely bright it awoke Amaya from whatever state she had been in. Her mind was alive and sharp, burning with the fuel of the pain and twisting and contorting itself into her most primal of sins. Pushing herself up from the ground in a single movement, Amaya sneered...

Putting her hands down Amaya pushed herself to her knees before she noticed the movement in the forest, and the lumbering hollow headed directly toward her. As a series of attacks was launched against the beast careening toward her, the Templar's hand sluggishly moved to the green blade perched...

It was the whistling of the bola rather than voices around her that awakened the Templar from her slumber. She couldn't be sure if it was the lingering effects of her coma, the wound in her side, or the nature of this maze that had telephoned her from the flames into this darkness around her...