[Event] Clemens/Detlef vs. Nero/Canaan

[Neliel]

THE CREST OF THE CHURCH UPON THEIR CHEST

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PROUD NOMAD OF THE PAST

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"It is in the way you hold yourself, boy. In that regard, you are still but a child spiritually. You use words to sway my opinion, and lessen any effort you need to put in. As for the Shinigami woman, I have no qualms against their kind, I was raised as a hunter and hollow are by far more animalistic than any Shinigami. I thrive on their desperation, and in being cornered, they add to the thrill of the hunt. Don't disappoint me, Arrancar, I still want to see that primal ferocity. If you lost it, then it won't end well for you then."

With a hearty laugh, Detlef looked up towards Canaan, who obviously seemed distracted by the other reiatsu signatures in the area. In a flash, Canaan would soon feel a bullet graze his cheek, leaving a small incision from the area of contact. Detlef would be standing their, with his rifle poised in a readied position. He didn't want to kill the hollow just yet, but in order for him to thoroughly enjoy his little 'hunt', it would require Canaan's full prowess. The grazing shot would for sure get Canaan's attention.

"It'd be wise to pay attention, Arrancar, when it comes down to survival of the fittest. I don't care for your bribes on the Amazon or even handing me a few other Arrancar. Anyways, I could probably splice them all with a single bullet. Which wouldn't even add any thrill. I'd rather have a challenge if I'm hunting a hollow."

As Detlef saw Canaan's attention diverted back to him, he smiled. He had won, and Canaan may actually fight seriously this time around. But Detlef wanted more. He wanted the Arrancar to evolve and fight at his peak. He wanted Canaan to release his Resurecion.


The battles, particular those of the two arrancar fighting the quincy had shifted location over that of local hot springs, the steam rising to partially obscure the vision, though not by any means difficult to see.

Clemens soon found himself faced with a Cero, as he flashed out of Nero's way, the Cero firing off and missing him completely. Clemens having appeared in front of Nero had nocked another arrow and gathered majority of the spirit particles from Nero's last Cero and incorporated it into his arrow, which had now grown to Clemens' height and double his width. His fingers slid from the bow as he replicated Nero's previous gesture, releasing the larger then usual blast at point blank range into Nero's face.

Clemens was sizing up Nero Metora right now, and the battle had yet to get serious. A proper analysis of his opponent would allow Clemens to properly situate himself to his opponent. Hopefully, that last arrow with the power of nearly twice Nero's own Cero wasn't enough to finish him off, as Clemens eyes waited to adjust to the blinding light of his own arrow to subside.

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[Nero Metora]

Nero's eyes quickly shifted from where Clemens was to dead in front of him, an arrow pointed directly at his face and rapidly growing in size. In most other situations, this would normally be dire however the Arrancar had put himself in an advantageous position of preemptive action with another cero already charged vs Clemen's arrow charging up in power. With his right hand aimed at the Quincy's nocked arrow at an upward angle, he released the charged cero in a wider arc a moment prior to Clemens releasing his arrow. The energy of the cero shot up and collided with the blue energy blast at an angle which caused it's aim to be redirected, but with the arrow's power being nearly twice that of the wide cero, Nero was still sideswiped by the Quincy's attack, shoving him closer to the ground.

When Nero was hit though, he kept his aim true to Clemens' center mass and opened his mouth. The very narrow cero beam quickly rushed from his open maw towards the dead center of his opponent's chest while Nero himself was partially hit by the arrow. Essentially trading blows, however the Arrancar was confident that the condensing of the cero into a more powerful beam would prove to pierce right through Clemens like a knife through butter. Even still, his left hand would grasp the handle of his zanpaktou for a follow-up strike or for a counter attack. The uniform on his left arm was tattered by the hit he took, as his flesh was cut up and singed but not nearly being disabling. He took mental note of his opponent's ability for future reference.

The moment Nero's feet touched the ground, he would sonido behind Clemens, aiming to slash his mid-section with his zanpaktou while he passed him to get to his position. By this time the thin cero would have already had it's effect upon Clemens so there was no worry of Nero being hit by it. He was starting to become more of the aggressor now in this battle.

[Canaan]

Canaan looked at the Quincy. He physically had the Arrancar's attention, but mentally he only had about half of it. The other half was thinking about Hueco Mundo. He could only tolerate so much of the Human World at a time. Right now, his love for this world was running rather thin...incredibly thin actually. He drew his blade, holding it in his right hand. He looked his enemy over. He may have a gun, but he was still a Quincy. As a Quincy he was still human. As a human, he was still fragile. Canaan wouldn't let his guard down though. He was aware of the gap in their power. Even if Canaan released his power, the only thing that would be going on for him would be that battle would be mostly long range. He enjoyed fighting long range as opposed to close, but he could do either. Canaan, for right now, would have to keep this battle at close range though. Which was going to be a bitch, but he'd deal with it. He looked his enemy over once more finalizing his reading on him. This was going to be an intense match, one he shouldn't take lightly. He spun his blade around once and slightly spread his legs taking more of a defensive stance. He kept his eyes trained on his enemy. If this boy thought that Canaan was like any other Arrancar, then he was about to be very pleased. Canaan, despite having the stature, looks, and power of an Arrancar, had a small talent that assisted him in situations like these. Canaan's face was empty, and his eyes held their usual deadness. He was ready for this, or as ready as he was going to get. Honestly, he'd rather avoid fighting, but...this man was beyond approach.