[PM][C/4th/8th/11th/12th] Week ---: Sins of the Father

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He didn't know if Amaya would or even could avoid the blast in the state she was in. The appearance of the Quincy coupled with the power of Zakeriah's Bankai had freed his mind but his fellow third seat, along with apparently everyone else, was completely enthralled by the sins the hollow was placing upon them. There was naught to do but take advantage of the situation as best he could before his kai broke. A flash step brought him to the beast's great belly where his great blade met with steel flesh that whined and sparked as the fine edge devoured an irregular swath along the hollow's body.

The brief draw of attention didn't last long and the Sin Eater quickly smaked the shinigami aside. Zak flew backwards but slammed his zanpakutou into a thick tree, showing chips and splinters over the ground but stopping his flight. "You know what your problem is? You got greedy and prideful." He said casually. He drew his blade from the tree with flourish shattering the remainder of the trunk even as the two phantom blows struck the hollow along it's opposing sides ripping their own paths along its flesh. "And now you're the one who will suffer for it."

He was relieved to see the his fellow Templar had managed to throw herself aside but his eyes remained fixed on the hollow. He had, at best, maybe a minute before his bankai would collapse and the hollow had just received its first wounds. It would not let that stand.

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[K3]

Staggering back slightly, it snickered a terrible, choking laugh before its three heads gazed into him evenly. “Logic begets stupidity, and so the cycle continues. Greed to hunger, hunger to desire, desire to fear, fear to power...

“Your ears hear nothing over your own shrieks and laughter.”

The sonic disturbance of Sonido threw the hollow at him once more. Bringing his blade up to match its twisted arsenal, he blocked the first swipe of the spear, ducking under the second swing of the meteor hammer...

...but failed to dodge the heedless crash of the mace. Pride lapped at his innards, the flanged edges smashing bone and marrow with reckless abandon before launching the Templar clean away from its form.

Its form decorated with fresh wounds, it cackled once more as its eyes turned to the woman once more. “Do you yet hear the cycle, wormling? Or do the shrieks mute it so?”

From its endless shroud it withdrew yet another set of bolas, and with a single deft movement its bony hands had thrown the barbed instrument towards her once more.

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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 justification of why they fought. Her wounds screamed and her body shivered begging for the fight to end, begging for relief from her loss of blood and the fresh agony. But her mind.. her mind was gone, lost to the screams, burning with a desire, vengeance, hunger, and pride that kept her standing.

Leaping at the hollow she felt her bones creak as a raw blast of energy charged inside of her. As she closed on the beast, she loosed Wrath’s thunderous bolt from the weapon in a dark flourish, and in another instant she brought the tremendous blade of Gluttony to bear with a grotesque orange flash. She grinned maniacally as it howled toward the beast, the blade was now larger than any it held, and now she was ready to face the creature alone...

...ready to let the Sin Eater experience the full magnitude of her sins.

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[Albinocur]

He shattered several lesser and at least one larger tree as he flew back through the air. His powerful armor protected him from most of the damage but the sheer impact was something that almost no armor could truly protect against. He touched the ground and slid with his sword as an anchor slicing a path in its wake as it slowed him down.

Stopped, his left hand touched the right of his chest where the flanged mace had struck him. The armor there was dented into his flesh and his fingers were stained crimson as he took them away. What was he not seeing? This hollow seemed invincible and indeed, its words might have been giving some sort of clue into its nature and ability but such was not Zakeriah's forte'. The touch of Sin was again seeping into his mind and all they he could feel was that these sins gave the hollow power, what else could any of this mean? Of they didn't he was simply a being that infected but gained nothing from doing so other than creating confusion among his foes. The others had apparently fallen fully under the hollow's sway and seemed to leave only the two Templar to battle.

Amaya wouldn't be fighting this battle alone. He would help her as long as he had control of his wits, and beyond if he had to. He launched himself back toward the battle with full fury. His Banki would collapse any moment, he had one more attack to pull.

Stage 3

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[K3]

The two charged at it with all their might, and he beheld it for a moment. Passive, docile, compliant.

It was as the bolt ruptured his body, painting another marring wound across him, that his three voices echoed once more in laughter. The blade of the woman lashed against his arms, scarring them, but he laughed. The phantom blows ripped through the forest, tearing its hell-lit form apart, but he laughed.

He laughed for they had not known, and so had damned themselves like they damned him.

The laughter rang out, loud and clear and crisp as a spring morning. So as the assault landed and its form creaked and groaned with the dismal damage incurred upon it, it still laughed. Damnation had been their gift, he would return it in kind.

“SIN TO HUNGER!”​

The trident pierced through the lungs of Amaya, the barbed weapon flooding her airways with blood as she coughed and choked on the agony that she lusted after.

“HUNGER TO DESIRE!”​

The mace pinned Zakeriah, crushing his left leg under its tremendous might. The pride of such a weapon being levelled upon him was destroyed with the entirety of the limb.

“DESIRE TO FEAR!”

The bolas wrapped about Amaya’s organic arm, their points digging in deep and cutting harshly, the tendons destroyed as her world began to fade to black. Zakeriah felt the spear drag across his side, leaving a gaping wound that bled in a vibrant crimson before dying itself a tainted black.

“FEAR...TO POWER!”​

The serrated edge of the shield pinned Amaya’s legs beneath her, severing the left one above the knee before the meteor hammer crushed Zakeriah’s ribcage mercilessly. Then, as the laughing heads of Sin Eater crumpled beneath the might of its wounds, did its laughter cease.

And all faded to darkness for the trio left in the hell-lit forest.

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