The Chosen Path Less Taken...

As he'd expected, the smaller weapons had reduced the amount of time necessary for Methias to respond to his attack. Now that he was within Chevalier's guard most traditional forms of attack at his disposal were effectively negated, not all however. Aborting his attack as best he could and tossing his sword to the side, he couldn't help but smirk slightly as he said, “Hado 1, Sho.”

The moment he was clear he shunpoed over to catch his sword and then brought his hand up, palm towards Methias, “Hado 63, Sōren Sōkatsui “

Methias' eye's widened as his counter appeared to have failed, being flung backwards as Chevalier used the lowest level of Hado, Sho. This technique was simple in its effect, and felt like an invisible burst hit you, sending nearly anything flying if contact was made. As he flew through the air, Methias quickly saw the ground beneath him once more, as he plunged his hand into it, bringing him to a halt. Landing in a crouched position, Methias stared towards Chevalier once more, only to be met with a level sixty-three hado, Sōren Sōkatsui. The blue burst of light shot at a huge speed towards Methias, a speed that was easily capable of being problematic. However, Methias felt he had a technique of his own that could compete with such a blast. Moving both hands together, he create a huge amount of fire, aswell as pushed it with the wind. This created a flame-thrower like effect, with a potency similar to that of such a Kido. Both collided head on, nullifying eachother with a mild explosion, mud and grass being flung into the air, hindering vision. Assuming his opponent hadn't moved, Methias then send out another eight miniature fireballs towards where his opponent once was, as to not let him get too comfortable.

"Come now, show me your Shikai!" he yelled, before moving back into his original stance.

(2)

His attack had been negated by Methias' zanpakuto, not surprising really but it did mean that he'd have to reevaluate his current tactics if he intended to get anywhere. He'd just thrown his most powerful kido at his opponent and he'd just shrugged it off, time for plan B. 'Since activating shikai he seems to have shifted to a more defensive combat style, preferring range and counter strikes to back attacks. While somewhat less dangerous that does make predicting his moves a bit more problematic. Although his next most likely move is glaringly obvious.'

A moment later eight more fireballs came sailing out of the obscuring cloud of debris as if to confirm his suspicions. It was time to go for broke, “Chill all those foes who would stand before me, Shinoyuki.” Instantly there was a loud crackling sound as the blade of his sword was encased in a thick protective layer of ice, now chilled almost to absolute zero Shinoyuki would behave similarly to a plasma blade... assuming he ever made contact with her of course.

Chevalier's next move was far more impressive however. Making a small slash in the air by flicking his wrist he said, “Shimobashira...” As he said this three hundred 4-inch long needles of ice formed in the air along the arc of his swing. Flying through the air like a loosed volley of arrows along the path he had indicated the needles clashed head on with the oncoming fireballs, creating a massive cloud of superheated steam as 240 needles sacrificed themselves to counter his opponent's attack. The remaining sixty projectiles continued on, sailing out of the cloud in a tightly grouped cluster intent on piercing their target and turning him into an icy pincushion.

"Perfect." Methias said, as his right hand moved to his face. Within a flash, a new face appeared on the scene, a hellish look shooting from its monsterous face. A black and white Hollow Mask now say upon Methias' face, the eye's of which could strike fear into the hearts of many a being. Through them, the aura of inpending demise lingered in the air. As soon as the mask was formed, several strands of mask ran down each of Methias' strands of hair, making him look somewhat divine. During this time, he had also grown several spikes around the mask, as if decorating his head with a crown. Now, it was time to face the power which this man so rightly desired.

Shortly after his mask was formed, Methias watched as several icy spikes were shot from Chevalier's Zanpaktou, hitting his fireballs and negating his attack. However, Methias' fireball's had also negated the ice. As such, Methias thought it was only natural that his fire would affect the ice, and vice-versa. Truly, a perfect match.

However, there was still the issue of the remaining projectiles. Placing a hand infront of him, Methias created a huge wall of fire, completely smothering the area infront of him. This wall, however, was incredibly strange. Namely, the way it seemed to hold a perfectly square shape. Aside from that, however, it was black. As black as the night sky. Seemingly, Methias' mask had an affect on the flames. But was the black fire just for show? Even the dumbest of people would believe this isn't the case. As the ice shot into the flames, they only took a small portion of the wall with them, a small amount of steam coming from each. However, it appeared these new flames had a trick up their sleves. They seemed... Stronger, one would have said. They seemed to be able to destroy some amount of the ice before contact was made due to the immense heat thit was producing. Yet this likely wasn't the only trick it had. Before long, the fire continued to grow inside, as if being powered by the oxygen in the atmosphere. Methias then simply waited, the test nearing its purpose.

C: FW(1)
D: WoF(1)

Chevalier watched as a wall of black fire formed between him and Methias, having missed him donning his mask thanks to the thick cloud of steam their attacks had caused a moment before. It truly was an impressive technique, but as with any wall it probably had a fundamental weakness. Walls were usually stationary defenses, so unless his technique was more encompassing then it appeared it was only going to be of limited use. This man was the second in command of the vizards though, there was no way he could have made it to that position without having foreseen that flaw which meant there was more to this situation then met the eye.

Shunpoing into the air again he peered down behind the wall and arched his eyebrows in surprise. When had Methias put on his mask, or why for that matter? Was Chevalier really pushing him that hard or was this just another way of one uping him to ensure that he was at least a level above him at all times? Whatever the reason was however it was irrelevant, he was still going to have to push himself to the limit if he was going to survive this. Swinging his sword again he sent another volley of needles down at his target's head, it was time to see just what the power of a hybrid could do.

Looking up, his simply stared towards Chevalier, before quickly glancing between the flame wall and his opponent once more. Within a single moment, the flame wall seemed to be growing at an alarming rate. However, three-quarters of it moved above Methias' head, before being shot up into the air towards in incoming volley of ice. The collision was much akin to their first one, the fire and icy creating a steamy mix, with only a few fragments of the first continuing upwards towards Chevalier. However, this wasn't the most dangerous thing coming his way. Appearing only a single pace from Chevalier in the air, Methias directed a back heeled kick towards his opponents shoulder, with enough force to break a bone. The second the kick was finished, with or without contact, Methias used Shunpo once more, this time appearing beneath the feet of his adversary. With this, he aimed to grab hold of his leg, and throw him to the floor with a huge throw.

C: FW (0)
C: RF (4)
D: WoF(2)

So the wall was mobile, putting it into a class similar to that of the former Squad 6 captain's shikai. That would make things especially interesting given the current situation. Leaning out of the way of the few remnants of his opponent's attack that made it past his barrage, his ears shot up in surprise as he sensed Methias' presence behind him. He'd been told that a vizard's mask enhanced their speed significantly, but it was clear that he'd underestimated just to what extent that was true.

Spinning around in mid-air, his foe's kick barely scraping past his shoulder blades in the process, he took another back handed swing only to have it encounter empty air as Methias reappeared below him. With a sudden jerk he felt himself being thrown towards the ground with tremendous force, the wind rushing past his ears as the earth rose up to meet him. Realizing that he wouldn't be able to stop himself in time he cast another Sho to slow his descent and then braced for impact.

Hitting the ground with what would've been bone shattering force for any mundane human, he vanished in a cloud of dirt and debris as a crater formed around him from the impact. Picking himself up shakily as he wiped some blood away from his mouth, Chevalier looked up at his opponent and his gaze hardened slightly. He could feel himself slipping into the heat of battle, his mind slowly sliding back into its old way of thinking as the realization of what he was truly facing sank in. This was indeed the strength he'd been seeking when he came here, but now that he was looking his goal dead in the eye he wasn't sure if he was going to live long enough to obtain it. But he wasn't going to give up, that wasn't his style.

Flipping his sword around into a reverse grip he brought his hands together one in front of the other and aimed at his opponent, “Hado 33, Sōkatsui!”

Watching Chevalier take to the ground, a smirk grew behind the hollow mask. This was truly a thrilling battle, and this wasn't just another hollow. No, this was someone who was like him. No, not like him, but a possible candidate. As Chevalier slammed to the ground, Methias noted that he used Kido in conjuction to his arsenal even in Shikai, making him a very versatile character. His gaze didn't move from his target, and simply stared as blood exited from his mouth. But Methias wasn't one to give anyone a hint of mercy, a single moment of hesitation could be the end for anyone. Moving towards the ground, Methias landed swiftly, yet lightly. A huge Reiatsu was pulsating through Methias, easily capable of causing a third seat to be unable to move. Not a single word left his lips, as he continued to watch his opponents body feel the strain of battle.

Moving a hand forwards, red light began to manifest at his finger tip, pointed towards Chevalier. Light coming in from every direction, being absorbed into a single ball. It began to pulsate wildly, a vast power radiating from it. The whole area around Methias was covered in a red glow, and his shadow seemed to be non-existant in this overpowering brightness. This, was the ability Shinigami learn to fear, and the ability that Vizards can utalize. The power of pure destruction, turning everything in its way into ruins. If this ability was used in a populated area, casualties would be at an all time high. Civilian death would've been unavoidable. This was another reason for Methias' choice of location. However, this was the time for battle, and it appeared Chevalier had fired a near-mid-level Kido at him. As it approached closer, an over-whelming red blast ripped through the air, straight into the Sokatsui, and continued through it towards Chevalier at an incredible speed. Taking such an attack head on would've been a foolish idea. Dodging, or blocking most of the damage with another kido would have definately been the most effective way of moving forward.

C: RF (3)
D: WoF(3)

Cero... probably the most destructive technique in the Hollow arsenal. Chevalier had only seen this technique used on a handful of occasions. The last had been during The Fall as a part of the very same fight which had given the scar on his cheek it's well known cross-shaped appearance. But while it was probably their greatest strength, it was also possibly their greatest weakness. While charging a Cero a Hollow was vulnerable, gathering that much energy took time and thus in theory left them open for attack. If he timed his response just right then this fight was his.

Seeing his opportunity as the Sōkatsui left his hand, he proceeded to shunpo above and behind his opponent. Channeling his energy into the body of his blade he shouted, “Tōru Kabuto Tōketsu ha!” as he did this thousands of miniscule points formed along the edge of his blade, creating a nearly imperceptible serrated edge along it's surface as he swung it down at his foe's back with all the force he could muster.

As his Cero fired, he heard a yell from behind. Turning his head, his eye's widened as an incoming attack shot towards his position. Truth by told, he hadn't counted on such a counter. It was perfectly executed, taking into account the weakness of Cero, and using it to launch such a possibly effective attack. With this, Methias knew he wouldn't be able to totally avoid injury, but he was likely to minimise the damage as much as possible. His right eye then glowed with a dark energy, as he moved his body while casting the cero. It wasn't enough to get out of the way of the blade, however, only the tip ripped into his back, creating a massive scratch down near the spine. The icy steel of Chevalier's blade stopped any blood from forming, but made the attack all the more painful. However, with the hollow mask, it appeared pain wasn't one of the things Methias was able to express, and was capable of just continuing even with a wound.

Methias was surprised, to say the least. The first truly wounding attack being done to him while charging a Cero. However, now he had activated one of his most potent abilities, it would be hard for Chevalier to keep up. He disappeared instantly, and in that same moment, he was behind Chevalier once more. However, his speed had increased, atleast doubled, from the last movements he had made. This didn't apply just to Shunpo either, as he punched out, his punching speed seemingly unseeable aswell. This first punch was aimed towards the back of Chevalier's head. He then made an onslaught of attacks, almost in a frenzied rage, appearing and reappearing in multiple angle's, until around another three attacks were made. This meant four attacks in a matter of moments. He was far from his usual self at this moment in time. It was quite apparent the affect his hollow mask had on him.


C: RF (2)
C: WoF (4)
D: PoK (1)

High above the battle, a torrent of black energy opened up. From the Garganta Armond stepped out. Behind the shirtless Vizard was Tamaki. The Vizard smiled as he saw the fight happen. He came in time to notice the last few turns. He looked back at Tamaki. He was curious how the Shinigami felt being around such wild reiatsu. He smiled at him and held out his hand. "Hold it if you feel the need to, Tamaki." He was being honest. The fact that this Shinigami had tried to assume what he was meant he had some experience with those with dual reiatsu. "My kind is known as Vizards. Shinigami whom have Hollow abilities. Unlike our Arrancar counterparts, we start out as Shinigami. Secondly, we summon Hollow masks...Like my friend Methias over there." He pointed to Methias. He had no worries about being here. Methias was too absorbed in the fight to notice the two. His opponent might be distracted, but heKd recover quickly. Methias would see to that.

Returning his attention to Tamaki, he spoke to him without looking at him. "Vizards are dangerous people. I am a dangerous person, as their leader. The power to create or destroy is in my hands. When I came here you accused me of being anything but a Shinigami. But I have a Shinigami's reiatsu. Because of that I assume you've met Arrancar before. Disgusting things they are. Hybrids my ass. But oh well. C'est la vie." He looked back at Tamaki. "What do you think?"

A small smirk of triumph crossed Chevalier’s face as he felt the resistance of Shinoyuki cutting into Methias’ back. His timing had been spot on, and now he’d actually managed to land a hit on his target, albeit a shallow one, proving to both himself and his opponent that he was still a force to be reckoned with despite his disadvantage. It seemed that Methias had realized this as well, as his right eye had begun to glow menacingly and then he once again vanished from view. ‘Another shunpo…most likely attack vector, back.’ Leaning his head to the left he was rewarded by the sound of his opponent’s fist blurring past his ears, scrapping along the furry topside in the process, ‘His attack speed has increased again and at this range I can’t get clear before he follows through… best chance, counter.’

Noting the moment Methias vanished to reorient his angle of attack; Chevalier tucked his arms in defensively over his head and torso and slapped his hand down against the sleeve of his shirt, “Hado 11, Tsuzuri Raiden.” Wincing in pain as electrical current began flowing through his clothing he rode out the onslaught of his opponent’s frenzied volley of blows, bruises and minute bone fractures forming all up and down his body in the process. A normal person would never have been able to handle this much abuse, but he was a shinigami and had thus been trained to look past the pain and continuing fighting. There were limits though to even the levels of beating a trained warrior could take and he could tell that he was fast approaching them. He just hoped that his double-edged defense was causing his opponent as much distress as it was causing him or else this fight was about to come to a very abrupt end.

Methias winced slightly as each of his attacks was met with a slight pain. Apparently, the electricity from his opponents Hado was being conducted through his gauntlets. As he finished his attack, he too was cothered in minor cuts. Odd, but apparently Methias was hitting in such a way the electricity was cutting instead of pulsing through him. Using Shunpo once more, he disappeared from sight, and appeared above Chevalier once more, his cold stare looking down at him.

"So far, you have passed. Time for the final test. I will use one final attack, and you will stand and take it. If you dodge, or use Bankai, you will fail. If it hits you, you will die. Will you stick to the rules, or break them? Is your life more important than becoming one of us? Make the right decision, Chevalier. Ban-Kai." Methias spoke, a cold tone being heard from his voice.

And within a single moment, a huge, black light shot through the air, almost as if a dark sun had made its way to earth. Untold smoke covered the area, a whole new Methias being revealed. Still masked, he appeared holding a huge great sword. It was atleast sixty inches in length, and atleast twenty in width. The hilt was decorated in what could only be explained as a dragons mouth, the mouth being open, the blade shooting out from it. Methias then realised that the fight had taken a toll on his body. This was bound to be his final attack. Raising the sword into the air once more, he spoke again. "I'll say this one last time. Dodge or use Bankai, you'll fail. If you stay as you are, you will die. Show no hesitation on your choice. Here it comes."

As he finished, Methias swung his blade in a cresent slash, a huge, almost monsterous, dragon shooting towards his opponent. The dragon was made of what could only be explained as black fire. It moved through the air, in an almost serpent like manner, but continuing towards Chevalier. Methias was definately speaking the truth about this attack. It was the most powerful ability Methias could muster at this current moment, and would definately put most powerful of Captain's bankai's to the test. How would this final test end? With death, or with life?

Armond chuckled at the level of seriousness Methias had. He was so into the battle. It always amused Armond. Maybe it was because he was so opposite himself. Maybe it was because he was somehow like himself. Maybe it was because Methias knew just how to get Armond's blood to rise, and his body to react in ways Armond certainly enjoyed. Whatever the reasons, he enjoyed watching Methias fight. He looked at Chevalier as Methias gave his speech. He chuckled and offered the Shinigami his own advice. "Mon ami, what's the harm in using your bankai, hm?" He chuckled and smiled. "It's this or your life. And what use are you to the greater good dead, hm? Hell, what good are you to ME, dead?" Armond shrugged and sat down as if on a chair. He watched with a glitter of amusement in his eyes. He really was getting excited right now. He wanted to hit something. But oh well, all that could wait.

His ruby eyes focused on the muscles of the Shinigami. His mind recalled each muscle he saw earlier. He looked at each spot and wondered what he'd do first. He looked down at his right hand man. Methias was truly into this fight. He wondered if he'd kill Chevalier. To Armond it didn't matter. This was a black and white test. There was no middle ground. At least not to the average person. To those who deserved to be Vizards the middle ground was clear. He believed Chevalier could see it. He believed that Chevalier could find the gray area. It was obvious enough. He wanted to see him take his first steps. If he passed, the power was his.

Tamaki after walking through the garganta he looked at the two people battling. After learning bankai awhile back his emotions started to change and he acted alot more shy than usual. His skin was freezing cold all of the time and his eyes changed color. He was to insecure for the moment to speak and examined everyone before him. He placed his left hand on his zanpakuto while he held armonds hand with his right. He stared around the place he was transported to. Tamaki was amused by the battle and had no clue on what to say. What was there for him to say at the moment but answer Armonds previous question. That was mainly his only option.

He tugged on Armonds arm so he could answer his question. "Arrancars, i hate everysingle one of them, the power to wield destruction has been a dream of mine. What could would the world be if people didn't have destruction in their lives" Tamaki smiled at Armond with a calm, cool gaze "Vizards, i only heard alittle bit about them. I heard if there were ever to be a fight between one Vizard and one Espada it would be a huge war. The power you people wield is astonishing if i do say so myself" Tamaki grabbed another bottle of water out of his robe and guzzled it down.

‘Still changing the rules are we, but there’s not really much choice but to play along is there. I must continue if I’m to get what I came for… even if it does end up getting me killed,’ Chevalier thought to himself as Methias summoned his Bankai, not even noticing that his own manner of speech had changed since the beginning of the fight.

“If that is what you think then you are a fool,” a soft feminine voice said off to his left. Glancing over at his side while keeping his stance firmly locked facing his opponent he saw the spirit of Shinoyuki standing there beside him, her arms crossed over her chest as if she were berating a child, “If those thoughts are all you can come up with at a time like this then you’ve obviously gone as far as you can on this crusade of yours. Better to end your journey here, staring your goal in the face, then to continue on and suffer failure…”

‘I don’t fear death, or failure… ever since the fall of the Seireitei I’ve been ready for both those outcomes. But now that I’m here I can’t turn away, not when I’m this close… whatever the outcome I’m ready to face it head on.’

Shinoyuki smirked as Methias launched his attack, “Really now? Well then here it comes, death incarnate… I hope you’ve made your peace with the world.”

Peace with the world, what did she mean by that? Had he not just said that he was ready to face the consequences of his chosen path, whatever they might be? As these thoughts ran through his head the world seemed to pause for a moment as a series of faces flashed before his eyes. Reyne, William, Yumi, and so many others that he had helped over the years… they were still counting on him even now. He couldn’t afford to let his journey end here, there was still too much to do, too many people that still required his help… That was why he was here wasn’t it, to gain the strength necessary to continue fighting? How could he have forgotten that so quickly?

‘I can’t die… I can’t even think of dying!’ he thought to himself as he locked his gaze on Methias. His entire decision process had only taken a split second, but to him it had felt like an eternity, “Bakudo 81, DANKU!!!”

Shinoyuki shook her head and grinned, “So you found your answer after all, with one path closed and another opening let’s see where your journey will lead you now…”

Ignoring his spirit’s comment Chevalier watched as Methias’ attack impacted the barrier he’d erected, causing a humongous explosion which seemed to shake the entire battleground, and then channeled all of his energy into one final shunpo burst. Reappearing a second later in front of his opponent he willed his sword to form one last Tōru Kabuto Tōketsu ha and swung his blade in a diagonal cross-cut aimed at the vizard’s mask. Hoping that the thousands of armor piercing serrations now formed along it’s edge would be more then up to the task of splitting Methias’ mask and bringing this fight to a close. Win or lose he’d given this test his all, and now it was time to see where the road less taken would lead him… to death… or new life…

Methias watched as his blast was stopped by the number eighty-one bakudo, Danku, also known as the splitting void. While not strong enough to completely destroy the black fire, it now laid rest on the floor, where contact was made. However, the foolish Shinigami was now making an attack on Methias. A final attack, from the looks of things. This man was truly incredible, capable of using Kido that Methias himself couldn't to such a perfect degree. However, the final test was stopping death any way possible, yet he still decided to come on the attack and move as contact was made. He wasn't dumb enough to stay after the attack collided, and for that reason alone, he had theoretically failed the test. Let alone coming at Methias before he had a chance to say anything.

A smirk growing on his face, Methias simply Shunpo'd backwards, evading the swing, before using the same technique once again and grabbing hold of his opponent by the throat. "There are no rules in battle. Next time, do whatever you can to survive. Fight dirty, I don't give a shit. You're no use to anyone dead." he said, in an almost demonic voice, before releasing Chevalier. As he did, Methias removed his mask, fragments taking into the air, moving to a now starry sky. "But... You still attacked til the end. That's all that matters. You passed." He said, before sitting on the ground, exhausted. Time for rest!

Armond chuckled as Chevalier attacked. He lifted Tamaki's hand and kissed the back of it softly. "Wait here. I'll be back...and I hope you paid attention. You'll be fighting Methias one day." He smiled and vanished. He reappeared beside Chevalier. "Never doubt, never regret, never fear, and never hesitate. Kill without warning, without warning kill." He looked dead serious. His eyes were void of emotion, his lips were just lips. "If you desire this power, then to me swear loyalty. And know that if you betray me, you will die. If you become worthless to me, you will die. If you cannot perform as you are expect to, you will die. To become a Vizard is to embrace death itself. For the next few weeks, should you accept, you will see things, hear things, and feel things that may drive you insane. Methias and I will help where we can, but in the end the challenge rests on your shoulders. Survive, and you will be rewarded with a world beyond what any Shinigami has known. Die and well...write me from your Gillian form."

Armond was serious. He had no use for people who would question his motives or betray him. He wanted people who could think and fight. He wanted someone who could be a philosopher one moment and a berserker the next. He had no use for trash. Chevalier wasn't trash in his eyes. That is the only reason he was offering him this chance. "If you go down this road, there is no going back...you can never return to your Shinigami life again."

Chevalier breathed a mental sigh of relief as Methias released his throat, in the end his decision had been the right one, albeit a different method then it seemed his would-be tester had intended. Making his way down to the ground he collected his sheath and with a quick flick of his wrist resealed his weapon and returned it to the protective confines of his saya. Looking down at the zanpakuto he had to wonder how she’d been able to grasp the deeper meaning behind the test when he had not, was she truly wiser then him like she always tried to con him into believing or was it something simpler then that which he just wasn’t seeing. Whatever the case, she’d once again saved him, albeit in a different way from usual.

It was then that an odd realization struck him; it felt as if his eyes were still locked in their death glare, even though the battle had passed. Had it really been so long since he’d made this face that his muscles had actually locked? Reyne had told him once that if he kept making a certain it might stick that way, but he thought she’d been joking. Now however he was forced to wonder if she’d been telling the truth after all.

Hearing a slight giggle he turned around and found himself once again face to face with Shinoyuki. Taking a hold of both his cheeks she pulled hard, doing a perfect imitation of how one’s grandparents would probably pinch their cheeks if they were so inclined. Giggling a little more as she watched his eyes bug out for a moment before snapping back to his usual innocent expression she said, “There ya go… that look suits you much better, I’m proud of you. Congratulations.” With that last remark she vanished, returning once again to her inner world.

Looking to his side as Armond appeared he gave his friend a pained grin. Now that the adrenaline had begun to clear from his system, his mind was beginning to clear from the haze of battle. And as a result his manner of thought and speech were beginning to return to normal, as was indicated by the way he was addressing Armond, “Sessha is fairly certain he has heard those words before, but even now the answer is still as it was then. This One’s cause and yours seem to be the same, that is the reason Sessha came to you in the first place. For as long as those goals remain unchanged and uncorrupted you shall have This One’s sword at your disposal to do with what you will. Sessha shall endure the coming trails to the best of his ability, as they are necessary stepping-stones to be cleared for what is to come and will welcome any help you may wish to give.” Shrugging slightly and then wincing slightly as he realized his mistake he continued, “This One was never too attached to the shinigami life anyway, so long as Sessha is able to continue protecting those that require his help that is enough.”

Tamaki was analyzing the fight. He looked at the movements of both people battling. He paid attention to alot of stuff during the last few moments of the fight. He mainly paid most of his attention to Armond... he was still alittle stunned from the kiss on the hand, but he managed to get over it. He still didn't make eye contact with anyone. His hand was still placed on his zanpakuto, and it started to shake. "Iruka is something the matter?" Tamaki stared at his friend as she was shaking abit more. "What do you mean you are feeling bad vibes from this place" iruka stopped shaking. "There is nothing wrong iruka, trust me we are safe. If i didn't feel we were safe then i wouldn't have come, i probaly would've gotten in a fight, and killed myself" Tamaki smiled at iruka as she mentally smiled back. Tamaki then gazed at armond and the rest as he was then lost in space.

Armond thought about this answer. It seemed well enough. "Very well then little Shinigami. You will leave now a Vizard in Shinigami clothing." Armond willed it, and the Hogyoku fragment he held answered him. It glowed bright with a blinding intensity, and then all at once stopped. "Hm...not as subtle as I wanted but it'll do. Anyway...you don't look beat up enough...William will never believe you got into a fight. Hold still. This won't hurt a bit.It'll hurt a lot, but you won't die, promise." Armond smiled and summoned his mask. In his hand gathered a ball of energy. "Have a lovely day, Chevalier...Methias open a garganta behind our newest addition to the familia." With that he let the half charged cero fly.

Methias looked up from his seated position, a slight smirk growing on his face as he listened to Armond's order. Without hesitation, he stood up, moved behind Chevalier, and opened a Garganta to the designated location. As the Garganta formed, Methias tapped his Bankai-state Zanpaktou, as it suddenly burst with energy, before turning back into its sealed state. Without a single word, he waved goodbye to the person he had just fought, before removing his now ruined trench coat. Bastard. He thought to himself, before tossing it into the air, and moving over to Armond. Shoving an arm over his shoulder, he smirked, and waved once more to Chevalier. "Laters, have fun." he said with a wink.

Momentarily blinded by the light coming from Armond's chest, Chevalier's vision returned to him just in time to reveal Armond's upraised palm pointed at his chest, the deadly energy of yet another Cero being directed towards him... this time at point-blank range. Left with no time to evade or counter, he was forced to place his trust in the Vizard leader, praying that he had enough control over his powers to do as he said and not just vaporize the ex-shinigami out of hand. True to his word, the attack was as agonizing as one expected it to be, but Chevalier did not cry out. No, that was probably exactly what Armond was hoping for. Considering it a final test of will, he bit down slightly on his lower lip and rolled with the force of the impact, allowing it to carry him into the Garganta and away from the field of battle.



OOC: Exit Chevalier

Armond smiled as he saw Chevalier leave. He would see him in time. For now he gently stroked Methias' hand without thinking about it. His mind was elsewhere. He remembered when he turned Methias. It was truly a unique thing to not only go through but to watch. It was almost like a secdond rebirth. In Chrustanity, after God is said to have saved everyone, people will have the chance to redeem themselves. The drawback being that they must suffer through horrors unknown to the world before. While Aemond was not religious by any means, he connected that to the birth of a Vizard.

When he came to he smiled at Methias, and patted his hand. He removed his hand from the Vizard's and spoke softly. "You dif very vey well today. I'm proud of you. Go get some rest if you're tired." He looked back at Tamaki. [Color=indigo]"So...what do you think? What do you think of our home and abilities?"

Tamaki blinded by the light had missed the exit of Chev, since he was blasted By armonds cero. He stared at Methias for awhile as he was wondering on what more can a vizard do. He thought it over as he clenched his right hand. He smiled as you could almost literally see fire burst in his eyes then slowly freeze in the shape they were once previously in. He was still un aware of what just happened as he was still trying to get his vision back from the flash. That hogyoku light was blinding and his vision came back then left then came back again. It did this for alittle while, then it finally came back.

As tamaki saw Armond approach him he couldn't help but put a smile on his face that he couldn't remove, he tried to stop but couldn't. He finally stopped when armond asked him the question. "Your home his beautiful, Your abilities however, are merely adequate." Tamaki smiled as his nerdy self was kicking in. "This is probaly just how i see it, but some of your skills are reckless, and that can be catastrophic for most including yourself. At times we all are reckless but for future references tone down your strength, to surprize your enemies" Tamaki smiled at armond, "I dearly and sincerely hope I wasn't out of line Armond" Tamaki said bowing.