What the Hell? (GM or Hollow PC needed later)

[Gouriki]

"That was my money! Hey give it back!!!" The shuffling of hands towards the male sprinted throughout his arms, showing that he was much weaker then the individuals that overtook the boy, with a shove and a push to his body, he stopped and fell to the ground with a look of despair. "It's mine, why do you want it, get your own damn money!" A kick came from the supposed leader, as he trampled the boy prompting the others to begin to do so as he chuckled.

"Wow, this is a lot of yen, 30,000, you must of worked for a long time to gain so much? Whew, this will be buying me and my guys here dinner, shorty, and from now on you will be buying us dinner once every week, with the reply towards such a thing, a beating from us to you... do you understand?" He said with a sadistic grin, as the boy would try to run towards him with the full might of his fist, however he tripped under a subordinates foot and fell, crying more so. "No... you can't..."

The figure moved to the boy and grasped his head, laughing as he watched his face cry tears of total sadness, the boys faced featured small nicks and a bit of blood from his nose. "Just what are you going to do about it kid, nothing that's what..." The male said with a small laugh and then an erosion of laughs from his posse would come.

"Wrong..." A shift in eyes would come to a lone figure, who had been watching and waiting the entire time, looking towards the guys around the school, he had only sighed and scratched his head. "So, what's this, pick on a lone weak guy who can't fight? Man what a sorry bunch of bitches..." He said placing his hands in his pockets as he laughed.

"Gouriki-senpai?!" The beaten kid said as he watched in astonishment of the opportunity to see the legendary "fist" of the school, the one who had been fighting not only within boxing, but fights in schools, having a sort of reputation of protecting the weak, however not gaining a girlfriend, much to his disappointment was a downside, but he still hated the people who would use the weak to do their dirty work or wouldn't fight their own battles, but when it came to crowds, well it was something he couldn't stand to see.

"Huh, hey dipshit, who the duck are you?" The leader said throwing the boys head into the grass, as he began to walk forward with a large frown. The leader had prompted his subordinates to go around Gouriki and begin to get ready to beat him as well. This only made Gouriki laugh, as he scratched his head.

"Just call me something along the lines of, Asskicking Deliverer, ya know, yeah something like that..." Of course, he was arrogant and that always got him into trouble in the past however, this wasn't the past. Gouriki didn't even move in inch, he didn't look scared, nor was he afraid of them. He looked positively calm, comfortable and great; he was within his natural environment, the battlefield.

"So which one of you stupid-asses wants to come at me first, eh? I'll let all of you or some of you or even, just the leader there..." He said with his lips yawning halfway through the sentence scratching his head.

The leader had gotten out a "toy" something he loved to use in a fight, a bat, which he grasped and began to play with. "Well, all I can say is, you're going to get a worse beating than he is..." He slid the bat forward twisting his fingers along the shaft and swung it forward, as he laughed, and smash, came the bat towards the head of something... but it wasn't Gouriki, it was a subordinate.

Gouriki had been behind the male and was now bending to the fallen student on the ground brushing him off as he placed the yen within his hand, something which dumbfounded the leader as he searched his pockets.

"How the fuck did that happen?!" He said as he began rushing towards Gouriki, his subordinates following as Gouriki's eyes shifted, his body straightening slowly, as he a flash would come forward, with such reflexes and quickness, he had begun to hit the individuals, without actually being seen by them or anyone for that matter, as he was already behind them, he had begun to spin his arm. "Not even a warm-up..."

The individuals had fallen on the grassy outdoors, and had been knocked unconscious by Gouriki's incredibly fast and strong punches, however, he hadn't used even a fraction of his true strength knowing the effects of what he could cause full well. He however did break the bat which was made of wood by snapping it with his bare-hands."Yamada Uichi, you actually tried to fight back, so you earned all I did for you, just be careful next time, OK?"

He smiled, and looked to Gouriki for a second, before Gouriki looked back to the gang, and sighed beginning to pick up their bodies. "Now for the overkill..."

A few minutes later, Gouriki had hung the individuals from a wall structure, from their school uniform (consisting of a buttoned jacket with dress pants both the same color) and wrote with a marker he had asked for from someone close by. 'We suck ass...' On each one of their foreheads, as he had been done with his "job" he had patted the wall and laughed, going towards the school doors once again.

"We need to reinforce these walls, how the hell do rival schools get in so easily, either way good thing its a free period or I would have been in trouble..." He sighed and looked forward scratching his head, "Hm..." Gouriki had sensed something, a feeling of killing intent was close-by and made Gouriki look a bit on the unsure side, he scratched his head. "But where is it coming from?"

[Shinzu]

“Hungry… So very hungry…”

Echoing throughout the confines of Karakura town, the voice crackled with a metallic groan, constantly repeating the same words over and over as if chanting. Though simply nothing more than pulses or vibrations in the air for the humans without a drop of reiatsu within their frail bodies, those whom were mercifully blessed with spiritual awareness would hear the creature’s words as clear as the daylight illuminating the town.

At that very instance the beasts howls were silenced, though not before a strange rumbling began to quake through the air. Lines of black now stretching through the skies like cracks, they began to bleed forth heavily until forming a large cavity leading into seemingly nothing more than a dark abyss, such a thing clearly nothing less than the hollow portal; Garganta. A means for all hollow kind to travel between spiritual realms.

A closer inspection into the portals mouth would reveal a torrent of black twisting reiatsu, oozing out like an ominous cloud of gas. Though impressive on its own, the true sight to behold would have to be the creature lurking within the portals depths, its two saucer like eyes glowing in a fierce yellow tint as the Gillian pierced his head through the darkness, leaving the rest of his body consumed in the Garganta’s shadows. “Is this all?” Bellowed the titan as he scanned the area.

Though the beast was prepared to gorge himself full of flesh, there were little to no humans in the area and the ones that were would hardly serve as little else but appetizers. Mumbling to himself, the Gillian’s eyes darted from side to side before fixing themselves onto one spot in particular; Karakura high school. Sensing an abundance of spiritual energy from that location, the creature blindly moved towards that location, his movements albeit sluggish from the armour like scales littered across his humanoid body.

Despite being immensely tall, compared to other Gillian Arturo had always been forced to bear the shame of being far inferior in terms of size. In this case however such a thing could only be considered a boon rather than a defect, allowing him to hunt through the human world with a certain degree of stealth unlike most other Gillian whom stumble about clumsily and cause buildings to collapse around them, only to further draw attention to themselves.

Regardless of this fact, Arturo did not bother suppressing his reiatsu and rather, allowed it to ooze out freely as he walked across Karakura town, each of his steps quaking the very ground as his long strides allowed him to reach his destination in a matter of moments. Though the hollow did not want any unwanted hindrances appearing, his hopes were still pinned on the fact that his reiatsu would hopefully lure in a couple fools just barley strong enough to prove themselves a worthy snack. The hunt was on.

[Gouriki]

"Wow..." He began to mention as he felt the intense amount of lust become more and more like a seeming rain had shifted and poured all around him, he then closed his eyes and breathed in, dipping his fist into his hand he had to think, what could it have been that was so powerful with hunger for death and destruction, not even that guy had this much killing intent it was almost ... petrifying.

He couldn't just allow the thing, whatever it was, or whoever it was just come to him with a place filled with innocent people, and knew he would have to shift into a new spot instead, this way he could figure out if this thing was after the school or him, since he usually had been the target of little monsters that had came from nowhere to attack him, however his overwhelming strength dispatched them quickly.

His legs would move on their own, back and forth tapping the ground with his stride reaching the center of the side-walk, as he heard more of a roaring intense aura that he just couldn't understand, the intent was never this big, why now? He couldn't answer any of these questions, however the big surprise was why was did it make him feel as though he would doubt himself, since the other day when the boy had showed him up with an intense speed, he had been doubting his own abilities, but why would he doubt himself more.

"What are these feelings... why do I feel total destruction with every step closer to that power... I can't just allow this thing whatever it is, to attack people, but they usually come after me... so if I can defend this place I'll be safe, however, I gotta be careful though, this one feels significantly more powerful than those little things, so much so I can't control my own heartbeat... this will be intense." A small smirk broke from his lips, was he smiling because a battle that he thought would be big was coming his way?

And as he shifted his weight to the balls of his feet, he came to a complete stop, and looked to see a shadow walking towards his own direction, a body much bigger than his, but not so big it would overwhelm him stopped straight in front of him. "well, well, you must be the big son of a bitch I've been sensing, I'm Gouriki, if you want a meal, I'll be the main course!"

He said holding his arm, ready for an attack from this massive beast, he chuckled, stretched his arm in a winding position and watched the beast. "Well... order up..."

[Shinzu]

Arturo cautiously slowed himself just before reaching Karakura High, stopping at a side walk leading directly to the schools entrance, albeit after a long distance. Despite the cluster of buildings blocking his way, the Gillian could have just easily smashed his way through the wall of obstacles if it was not for the man that had just appeared. Being rather a rough looking fellow, the hollow almost mistook the teen for a martial artist, though despite his scaring and strong muscle build such could clearly not be the case which was evident from his young age.

“What’s this I’ve come across… A child... and nothing more.” Roared Arturo, making no attempt in the slightest to hide his laughter from this potential foe. Focusing his attention on the mans miniscule figure, the Gillian bent over slightly in order to gain a better look at his enemy whilst at the same time causing his towering shadow to consume most of the area the human was standing on in a warped shade of black. Though the titanic creature could sense nothing more than a tinge of reiatsu from the boy, it was obvious that he could at least see spirits to some degree, making him a worthy piece of meat to devour at the very slightest.

“Gouriki?” Smiled the hollow, pausing slightly as the man revealed his name. “It appears you believe I have either the time or the will to embed your name into my memories. Let me tell you this however, human, you shall long since be forgotten once you fall prey to me. At the very least however, I shall tell you the name of your killer.” Correcting his posture, the Gillian stood upright before his smile collapsed back into its usual emotionless expression.

“My name is Arturo.” With his words as harsh as ever, the giant extended both his arms before clasping them together. With a flurry of dark reiatsu building up and leaking out from the creatures fingers, he soon separated his hands to reveal a ball of black reiatsu extending to form a lance proportionate to the monstrous figures own giant body. Despite the rather intimidating pose Arturo took as he stood several times larger than his enemy and only 20 meters away, he showed no immediate signs of starting a conflict and rather this was all a part of his usual weary behaviour.

“Order up you say? Well then, I shall take you up on that offer.”

[/b]Grinned Arturo, preparing himself if the human decided to go on the offensive. [/blockquote]

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Generación de Armas [Weapon Generation]

Number of Upgrades:

Level: Average

Description:
Using his own reiatsu as a catalyst, Arturo can accelerate the growth of his armour which he can then shape to form weapons, usually either lances or javelins. Though this ability allows him to create any type of weapon imaginable as long as it does not involve any moving parts, a preference Arturo has built up over the years is to use weapons that can be thrown over a great distance, the advantage being in the way that they take no more than five seconds each to form. The weapons formed are durable, though would survive no longer than 3 turns at max if they are put under constant damage, though a small portion of reiatsu can be poured into them in order to heal any minor cracks or missing chunks.

Restrictions: Arturo only.

[Gouriki]

'Woah this is definitely something weird... this dude can create some sort of sharp blade... thingy from his hands!' the boy gulped a bit at how big the weapon and the monster was and with his very being knew something big would happen had he let it move freely through the city, however this would not be as Gouriki wasn't someone to screw with, he knew it and everyone in Karakura knew it... or did they?

Beginning to get into his signature posture a poised young boxer would soon be seen, as he chuckled. "Come on, show me your moves..." Gouriki started with shifting feet as he began to run towards the Hollow with a big clasped fist begging to hit the monster with his great amount of strength. 'Gotta hit it quick and fast Gouriki, then use a finishing Straight to take his ass back to where he came...' He stepped forward with a powerful weight distributing skill, at a fast pace as well, going forward with his fist coming forth at a high speed.

Beginning his assault on the creature would make him move in a faster pace, trying to dodge whatever the creature would throw at him. He paused for a second looking to that weapon that was still in his hand, and this would be the not so fun obstacle, Gouriki was known for his power but not his speedy reflexes, he couldn't dodge all those blows, and if they would of actually caught him... his parents would beat the shit out of him, scaring him more so than this monster. "I can't allow that!!!" He said screaming suddenly, as he leaped away from the creature with quick one-foot steps doing a small flip as he watched the weapon one more time.

'Lets see, boxing doesn't have any weapon breaking punches, so maybe I'll just have to make my own... what can I call it...' He watched the weapon, eying both the creature and his body and then the weapon once more. beginning to move once again. 'Can't name it Weapon breaker... that's a stupid punching name... gotta name it something original...' He began to guard against his face, bobbing and weaving at quick speed, beginning to release a bit more reiatsu with each movement as he tried to think more so and more so about the name of the technique more than some battle with a huge giant monster threatening to kill him.

"Hey guy can you relax a minute! I'm trying to think up a name for my technique!!!" he said suddenly attacking with a wild barrage of punches. "Shotgun!" He said with a loud mixture of blows from jabs to straights and forth, named for its incredibly fast movement, however it didn't focus power as it focused speed to make opponents stay away from him, he was trying to buy more time to create the techniques name before utilizing it, but what would it become.

"Back-off just for a second!" He said abruptly.

[Shinzu]

Grinning wildly, Arturo couldn’t help but smirk at his opponent’s reaction as he nervously gazed at the Gillian’s bone like weapon. From Gouriki’s facial expression it was obvious that he was a close range fighter, such being evident from the fact that someone with the ability to fight at a distance would not be this phased by the giant’s weaponry. Clearly, he was thinking up a way to destroy it or at the very least, avoid being torn in half by it.

At this point however very little mattered. Even if the human could opt for ranged attacks, Arturo could simply batter them away with his lance, leaving little need to dodge even in the slightest. All this left were melee attacks and it shouldn’t take more than a drop of sense for Gouriki to realise how futile such attacks would be against a foe of the Gillian’s stature. Despite this fact, the titan couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow as his foe took a strange stance.

“If I’m not mistaken, that is a boxing stance. Is it not?” Questioned Arturo as he readied his lance, pulling his arm back as if about to throw it much like a javelin. Though the human seemed to take great care in his movements, distributing his weight accordingly in order to provide both balance and a temporary burst of speed, the Gillian took little note of this, still passing off his foe as a wannabe martial art enthusiast. Regardless of the mans prowess, the giant creature decided to test his enemies skill by thrusting his lance at him in a horizontal slashing motion upon him drawing closer.

Before the tip of the weapon could rip into Gouriki’s flesh however, he had already leaped back, doing a small flip in order to narrowly dodge the attack. Though there seemed to be some apparent skill in the humans movements, the Gillian could not help but wonder whether or not that dodge was a simple fluke, a frustrating thought as his lance slashed through the cold air before battering into nearby building in order to slow itself down; causing the tall structure to collapse on impact and breakdown into several pieces of debris in the process.

With the falling concrete pooling together to form a pile of rubble, the titanic figure removed his lance from the scene of destruction and proceeded to dust it off. Letting out a sigh of boredom, Arturo locked his gaze with the human once more whom at this point had begun to weave his upper body all over the place. “As if I’d wait-” Stated the Gillian, his sentence cutting of abruptly near the end as his foe sent out a barrage of punches, aimed at seemingly nothing more than the area in front of him. Letting out a ‘hmph’ from his cold motionless lips, the titanic figure extended his left arm whilst his right remained steady as it cautiously gripped his lance.

With little to no warning, Arturo slammed his open handed fist into the cold ground meters away from Gouriki, rupturing the tarmac and sending out a sizable shockwave in its wake. Having dealt enough force to topple a rhino, the Gillian expected it to do just that at the very least to the human, assuming that the quake alone would not be enough to push him backwards. “Well you have my attention. Why not show me this so called unnamed technique?” He shouted, taunting his foe into attacking and revealing this special move that seemed to have built up a tinge of curiosity in the hollow.

[Gouriki]

"Hell yeah! Boxing is a man's soul and if they have weak punches, then they have a weak soul! You dig?!" He grasped his fist tighter a small pair of veins popping from his arm, his stance not dropping from its position

'That dude just batted a huge building down with one scrape of that thing... incredible strength, than again he is proportional to his size so strength in that size couldn't be an issue, I'll just keep the pace and try to find a weak point then attack that weapon with enough power to break the shit out of it...' He began to move once more, this time with his body starting to move in a sort of bob and weave motion. His eyes were fixed on his opponent a creature of like any other he would have or could of imagined, however he seemed focused and relaxed as if this did not matter.

'Lets see, the thing about that lance is it may be big, but its not that sharp it barely cut through the building with enough power to completely cut it, that means the edge would be made more for cutting and crushing combos, however, that thrust seemed to have the form to skewer me, though with his strength that isn't something that can't be done...' He began to move closer and started to try and evade some of the attacks that were coming utilizing his incredible boxer sense and mentality to neutralize and pinpoint some of the effects of the creatures attacks.

"You're mine, that may be a weapon that can kill me but it's brittle as hell!" He came to a realization and then moved forward at high speed grasping his fists with tight strength, and focusing his area of ferociousness into an incredibly dense strike from the uppercut position. "Taste t-" A loud roaring bash into the ground would come at high speed as he got close enough to proceed towards the large being capable of such wide spread destruction that the entire area began to become a huge megaton wave of power, the shockwave flipping him over with its power alone, he was sent flying into a nearby building.

"Dammit..." He said hearing the words of the monster of which had the outright notion of goading him, he was a bit confused. 'Won't he be scared if I break his weapon... damn this thing is weird!" He said obviously with the sadistic nature and ghoulish talkative voice, the hollow seemed more male than female and so he figured he would call this "thing" a he. "OK, if that's not gonna work, a full frontal assault is sure as hell not gonna work, he seems to be able to keep up with me, but not at the fastest pace in the world... Hm..."

He began to stand, brushing himself off, as he emerged from the crushed wall, with a loud laugh, twisting his arm quickly as he got back into his bob and weave notion, or "Peek-A-Boo". 'Keep a distance yet burst in to attack when its least convenient for him, that needs to be first priority, or get killed by a powerful monster and probably get eaten, nah I'll take the former...'

[Shinzu]

Though Arturo knew full well the extent of his own physical strength and that it would easily be able to topple and push back Gouriki, laughter was something he found it hard to suppress at the sight of his foe slamming into a building. “Weird you say? Is it weird that I do not fear my weapon breaking, human?” Responded Arturo. Though Gouriki likely didn’t want the hollow to hear that part of his speech, making no attempt to hide it didn’t help in the slightest.

“Let me tell you this. Your weak human self is far too fragile to even scratch my weapon. Such is the facts.” Stated the Gillian, wasting no opportunity to mock his foe. At this point the human had begun crawling out from the building he had been launched at, revealing the walls cracked and crumbling exterior which seemed to resemble a ripple like pattern over all else. The human oddly enough, had also begun weaving his upper body in some sort of unfamiliar motion.

Not wanting to waste time grasping the fundamentals of such movements, the hollow prepared an attack of his own, though not one with intent to physically harm the human. Instead, the goal was simple. To fill him with fear. Stretching his head back, Arturo’s pupils narrowed as numerous red sparks appeared from the area around him and collapsed into a large sphere of reiatsu, slowly compressing until forming a much smaller shape.

“Cero.” He stated coldly, such being the only words spoken before the ball of crimson expanded and shot outwards in a large pillar of destructive energy. Though the beam of tainted light wasn’t aimed at Gouriki and rather some buildings behinds him, never the less the burst of energy alone should convince him of the futility in fighting and delaying his inevitable fate in which he becomes a snack for the giant. At this point the Cero would have decimated the area, incinerating all the structures at the point hit and causing a gust of wind to splash outwards due to the force of the impact.

“Not convinced?” Questioned the Gillian, not bothering to check whether or not Gouriki still had the will to fight after that display of power. “Well then. Allow me to demonstrate. Hit it.” Commanded Arturo as he lowered his lance and dug it firmly into the ground, piercing half of the weapon into the tarmac. Passing off the humans threats as nothing more than boasting, the titanic figure couldn’t help but test his foes strength, giving him the opportunity to prove himself worthy of being little more than a simple snack. Assuming he had not run off in terror by now. “He won’t do it. A mere human cannot.”

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((OOC: Sorry for the late post man. I’ve finaly had a chance to do most of my coursework and freed up a lot of time so I’m going to post more regularly from now on. If not, you have permission to slap me over the head with either a over sized fish or racoon. You pick.))

Cero [Zero]

Number of Upgrades: II

Level: Very High

Description:
The user gathers reiatsu to a focal point on their body, such as a fingertip, the tip of a horn, or in their mouth, condensing it into a ball of highly compact spiritual energy. After a few moments of charging, the user releases the Cero as a concentrated beam of reiatsu towards the target. This technique takes longer to prepare for lower level Hollows, and can only make use a fraction of a Hollow’s spiritual energy. This technique can be used once per rank for a Non-Specialist, twice per rank for a Specialist, or three times per rank for a Master. The user may spend extra Hollow Points in order to increase the strength of this ability by one level for every point spent. This ability can only become Very High in strength at maximum.

Restrictions: Must be a Gillian Class Hollow.

[Gouriki]

"Hm?" Something was different with this one, a long cast of shame upon his face as the creature had released a sort of energy blast, which had gone past him though it was close, and he had seen the blasts power, something out of this world. He watched as the blasts power had released enough force to destroy buildings behind himself. His eyes would open wide his body tilting forward.

"..." He had said nothing as he stood with his head down, as if dumbfounded by the fact that the creature had done such a thing, the obvious intensity of the blast had surely gotten to him. "W-what have you..." He said in a bit of a whimper, his eyes closed as he began to look upward and grasped his fists. "What have you done?" he said once more, his fists grasping so tightly it was bleeding.

"ALL THOSE PEOPLES LIVES RUINED BY YOUR BLAST! ALL THOSE PEOPLE KILLED!" He screamed as an intense amount of power began to cover over his body, an aura that had exploded over him in a reddish brown color, covering with extreme pressure around him, creating a bit of a crater. "I will never forgive you now, you bastard! That building, those lives!!! THIS FIST SHALL NEVER FORGIVE YOU!" Gouriki had screamed, his fists to his side, his eyes to the sky as he gritted his teeth and the energy had stopped as he hunched forward.

He began moving quickly taking his steps backwards then forwards at high speeds dodging the monster before his rippled arm had gone forward at a high speed of its own, showing his now maximum strength due to the rage he had just felt, his fist generating a lot of wind, as a whirlwind had guided towards the Hollow's face, his teeth still gritting his eyes wide open.

His intensity had grown from that of mildly playful to very angry, why because he was one not to like people getting killed, his city being destroyed, or anything of the sort, he wanted to protect and protect he could, for he was someone who prided himself on such a thing. His arm lifted grasping it and quickly moving forward at high speeds. "I won't let you get away dammit!"

"Get back here!" He said as he had began to reach for the weapon with one hand and release a strong punch with the other arm, his dominate hand utilizing a powerful close-range punch, generating more pressure from his swinging fist as he tried to clamp onto the weapon. "Once I break this thing, I'll break you in half, goddammit!"

[Shinzu]

“All those people ‘killed’ you say?” Questioned Arturo, for the life of him not being able to figure out what had caused this reaction in his foe. To him, the people that had been decimated in the blast were nothing more than vermin. The very act of ending their lives was no different to swatting a fly purely because it was a nuisance, or crushing an ant that just happened to walk into someone’s path.

Regardless of this, the Gillian couldn’t help but stare proudly as Gouriki’s essence filled with rage. “It appears you have at last revealed your true colours. Mortal.” Though Arturo’s goal was at first to make the human realise his own futility and to force him to stop putting on this meaningless struggle, the infuriated look in his eyes was just as rewarding to the hollow as it would be hearing the screams of feasting on someone who has lost the will to fight.

Despite these previous intentions, the giant concluded that it would be just as fun making the human realize even his best efforts were worth as little as the ground he stood upon. “Your fist shall not forgive me? How amusing. Does your kind seek forgiveness from the trees you cut down, the pests you exterminate, the meat you hunt? No. Such a thing is nothing less than pointless.” Bellowed Arturo, his tone as harsh as ever as the humans body glow strongly with oddly tainted reiatsu.

During a lapse in concentration, Gouriki had managed to launch his fist in the air, the force of the attack being strong enough to send out a shockwave at the Gillian, catching him off guard. “Interesting. You can fight at range after all.” Stated Arturo as he brought up his left hand, shielding his face with his palm. The gust of wind was strong, causing slight lacerations to appear on the hollows black skin, though nothing serious enough to make him quiver from pain though at the very least, it was dangerous enough to make him guard his precious mask.

Preparing to crush Gouriki with one swing of his arm, Arturo was interrupted as he noticed his foe running towards his lance which at this point remained embedded into the ground. Curious at the extent of the human’s strength, the Gillian watched idly as his enemy clamped onto the base of the weapon in order to swing himself at it with his empowered right fist. Certainly, the sight of his lance bursting into shards at the area hit was more than enough to cause the giant to watch wide eyed, a tinge of fear building up momentarily before fading away into nothingness.

Deciding it best not to risk things anymore, the Gillian clasped his hands as a familiar surge of reiatsu began to leak out, hardening and extending to form another lance, though this one ending in a spiral like fashion rather than a cone. At that point, the weapon began to take on a deep red hue, sparks dancing off it at all corners as a slight buzzing began to emanate from the lances core. “Die.” Not wasting a moment, the lance was thrust downwards at the human’s location. Even if he dodged, the giant aimed to drag his weapon across the ground, creating a trench to put some distance between him and the human or at the very least, cause his body to become scorched upon being hit by the shower of sparks that descended along with the attack.

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Generación de Armas [Weapon Generation]

Number of Upgrades:

Level: Average

Description:
Using his own reiatsu as a catalyst, Arturo can accelerate the growth of his armour which he can then shape to form weapons, usually either lances or javelins. Though this ability allows him to create any type of weapon imaginable as long as it does not involve any moving parts, a preference Arturo has built up over the years is to use weapons that can be thrown over a great distance, the advantage being in the way that they take no more than five seconds each to form. The weapons formed are durable, though would survive no longer than 3 turns at max if they are put under constant damage, though a small portion of reiatsu can be poured into them in order to heal any minor cracks or missing chunks.

Restrictions: Arturo only.

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Resonancia [Resonance]

Number of Upgrades: I

Level: High

Description:
This ability Works in conjunction with Generación de Armas. By focusing his reiatsu into a weapon, Arturo can drastically increase both its cutting and piercing power, which is reflected through the unnatural red hue the chosen weapon will take along with the numerous sparks that will bounce off it. The sparking and strong glow Arturo’s weapon takes is the direct result of the reiatsu or rather, the way in which it is constantly rotating, turning the weapon into something much like a chainsaw. Through the constant use of this ability, Arturo has grown more adept in the way that he controls the rotating reiatsu. With the aid of a stabbing motion, the hollow can launch the reiatsu out from the tip of the weapon and into a linear direction up to 25 meters away, piercing through anything in its path at the cost of forever losing the reiatsu used for the technique.

Restrictions: Arturo only.

[Gouriki]

The release of a powerful burst of strength from Gouriki had done something to the creature, what had happened, the fact that he had the strength to back-up his words now was not because of his innate strength but that intense amount of rage which allowed him to fight to his fullest. However, that power did not last, very long, a she was still weak compared to the creature... and was only considered an "ant" of which he could see himself being squashed.

'I destroyed that weapon, but now I got to kill that motherfucking monster, I can't let him hurt anymore people, destroy anymore lives... I don't know how long this power shall last, but, I have to make it work!' A scream from the smoke had came, a she began to move once more, through the smoke of dust that ran over the field as he paused for a second, not seeing the monster anywhere around himself, looking with both eyes frantically, shifting at a high speed.

'DIE!' A naturally displaced look came on his face, looking up to the creature, another weapon, another power, this time, the weapon was spinning extremely fast, and as such had drastically increased strength and piercing power. He knew this because he had a move like it called the "Corkscrew" one of his famed techniques from the boxing ring. His eyes widened as each wanning pass at him had came with the extreme assured agenda that he could die, and that if he hadn't stop this thing he would and so would everyone he loved. He was the last line of defense...

The attack was rushing to him, the volts of power emanating with extreme force as he watched upward, with disbelief in his eyes. A loud boom could be heard, the weapon going through the ground likely something much stronger than that of any drill that had been formed within the human world. The cracks around the weapons state had shown, as an extremely deep hole had been made, a hole so deep that it actually created a twister like imprint inside the earth.

"..." A calm stillness had reached, more dust had came over the field as the depth of tone within the air and the silence placed within the realm was extremely sorrowed. People began screaming more so then when the building had been disintegrated, after thinking something very wrong was going on. Their was nothing, no sound around this wooded area nothing, the landscape from the loads of buildings only surrounded these woods, however that was all.

"AHHHH!" A huge screamed could be heard from the middle of the smoke a large amount of dust had clouded over the field from the attack because of the extreme rotation hitting the earth and making microscopic particles out of the once known minerals and grains of dirt. Because of this, it was the perfect over for the boy, who now had three marks of red scarred tissue on his body, his clothes ripped by almost half with his arm bleeding heavily, his cheek having a large indent of blood, though only towards the upper part of his chin, and his body having scars within his right side from his leg to his arm and to his chest and stomach to his face.

Both his arms were within the air as he screamed lively the ferocious roar from that of a warrior had been heard, The two fists clamped tightly together and held back with the red aura forming around him once more, his muscles tensing as he released extreme amounts of rage, and with this, a loud boom of strength had come from him, the dramatic increase released through this force, throwing the two fist blow with every ounce of extreme strength he had. "No! YOU DIE!"


The power to convert his own body (meaning his strength, food intake, untapped resources, etc). Into power and convert it into an extreme force. This power is akin to that of a speeding bullet, which collects gunpowder, adds speed, and force and breaks through materials with little to no effort. However, this technique strains and hungers him the number of times he uses it, leaving his resources essentially tapped. However control of this shall increase as training and perfecting comes forward. For now, he can only convert this power into either of his fists, as he is ambidextrous. [size=3](1/2)[/size]

[Shinzu]

As Arturo’s lance descended little else but destruction followed in its wake, even the air itself being rendered asunder as the drill shaped weapon tore through everything in its path via its intense rotating reiatsu. Upon striking the earth the tarmac in its path was instantly shredded until it gave way, spiralling around the weapon as it tore into the cold ground, the Gillian meanwhile holding the weapon steady so that it would not veer off course.

Having left the area scarred in a spiral pattern, Arturo thrust his weapon upwards at an angle, digging up a layer of soil and cement. At that moment it was clear that the area had warped drastically from its previous image. Windows were shattered, their glass scattered along the ground, the tarmac had rippled under pressure and even cracked in certain places, becoming jagged and impossible to tread upon.

The first things that would come to mind in this hellish scene however were not the cracked structures, not the sea of glass littering the side walks, nor even the uprooted trees. Rather, it was the large trench that had been formed in front of the Gillian, a line forcing all to think twice before crossing unless wanting to risk falling into its depths. As the sea of red sparks faded, almost appearing to disintegrate as they disappeared into nothingness, Arturo’s attention remained not on anything of things but only on one man in particular, standing defiantly and tall despite his demeanour.

“However much you try to hide it, there is no point. After all your body alone tells me how much pain you are in.” Grinned the hollow, his saucer like eyes scanning the humans scarred and reddened body in an attempt to judge how much damage had been done to him. “Perhaps I overestimated you. An error in my own judgment I’m afraid.” Finishing off his sentence in his usual mocking tone, Arturo grinned before guarding himself with his lance as the human leaped across the freshly made trench, sealing off his exit route.

“And now you di-!” Ending his sentence abruptly, Arturo’s eyes widened as a look of fear consumed him. Gazing at his weapon, he took note of its cracked exterior and jagged outer edges as its previous strong red hue faded away. “I-It’s worn out? Already!?” Though the Gillian knew full well the extent and limitations of his power, he only just now realized just how much he had become distracted with filling the human with fear and self doubt, a fixation which now left him with an opening in his guard and a tattered piece of bone useless for either offense or defence.

Though it was pointless to defend himself, instinctively Arturo turned his rugged looking lance horizontally along the ground, using it to block the humans strike. Immediately on impact the Gillian’s weapon disintegrated, leaving behind a thin cloud of greyish dust as the humans fists pierced through it and made contact with the beast’s thigh. Letting out a slight whimper of pain, the force of the strike blew back the creature a slight distance, though only a few inches thanks to his weight pushing him down.

“Y-You bastard!” Stuttered Arturo, a look of malice marinating in his eyes as he fell onto his left knee as to take some weight off his injured right leg. Swinging his left arm, it was thrust as Gouriki in a way that it would batter him away and launch him backwards in order to create some space. Even if the human managed to dodge somehow, the Gillian refused to stop attacking until his foe was launched backwards, hopefully straight into the trench that was dug up earlier with a little luck.

Whether or not his enemy landed in the large hole however was irrelevant, either way the giant had his mind set on one thing and one thing only. Vengeance. With a familiar flash of sparks forming and compressing onto one spot near the Gillian’s jaws it wouldn’t be hard to work out that a Cero was coming. Once again, the beam of energy would be aimed at nothing more than some distant buildings, demolishing all in the area struck. Clearly, Arturo was attempting to infuriate the human and force him to attack, though the reason why still remained to be answered.

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((OOC: Haven’t proof read this yet so sorry if something doesn’t make sense. Oh and I said your guy jumps over the trench to reach me, let me to know if you want me to change that bit))

Cero uses: 10/12

Cero [Zero]

Number of Upgrades: II

Level: Very High

Description:
The user gathers reiatsu to a focal point on their body, such as a fingertip, the tip of a horn, or in their mouth, condensing it into a ball of highly compact spiritual energy. After a few moments of charging, the user releases the Cero as a concentrated beam of reiatsu towards the target. This technique takes longer to prepare for lower level Hollows, and can only make use a fraction of a Hollow’s spiritual energy. This technique can be used once per rank for a Non-Specialist, twice per rank for a Specialist, or three times per rank for a Master. The user may spend extra Hollow Points in order to increase the strength of this ability by one level for every point spent. This ability can only become Very High in strength at maximum.

Restrictions: Must be a Gillian Class Hollow.

[Gouriki]

"You thought I would be dead, I told you my fists are my brains, they move on their own!" He said the second weapon the Hollow had utilized had given way to Gouriki's upsurge of strength not to mention the intense ability of ambition that Gouriki conjured. "I told you, you're dead you fucking beast!" His fist roared once more, his teeth gritted each other violently, as he took the impact of a powerful barrage of attacks the last move sending him flying towards the trench.

'Damn, I can't keep this up my muscles feel like exploding!' His eyes closed in sheer pain, as he had flipped himself backwards stopping a few inches from the trench, he gasped and bit his lip, the blood still pouring through the horizontal scars to his body. "OK! I only have one shot at this..." He placed both his hands to his knees and stomped the sides of his stance, beginning to lift his legs up, his eyes opened as he huffed.

'Stay awake, Gouriki, stay awake...' As anticipated as the blast of reiatsu had come, the piercing hue of red violent colors had moved toward Gouriki at an incredible speed, his own aura arising as he screamed loudly, the entire parts of his body had began to swirl with power. 'Damn, this hurts like hell! Gotta stay awake!' Gouriki would stand his ground his fist turning as the intense amount of energy covered over it, he gritted his teeth once more.

"Dynamite..." The forces had gathered around his fist in an incredible amount of power, his eyes opening wide as he launched his fist forward with breakneck speed, the red energy coming closer and closer as Gouriki punched into it with his "ability" to transfer all energy resources to power for his own purposes, such as enhancing strength, this would be the second time done and maybe his last time if it did not work. "STRAIGHT!!!" The red hue covered over his fist that seemed like a dragon's head was emerging from the burst of strength, beating back the force, making him slip further back inch by inch, his body losing power quickly

"DAMMIT! I'M NOT LOSING HERE!" The scream had arisen something, Gouriki's fist suddenly glowed more red, burned more ferociously as say something had triggered that inner strength that Gouriki utilized with extreme passion. "PIERCE THROUGH! DYNAMITE STRAIGHT!" He screamed as his fist had began to spin, knocking for an extra resolve of power, the strength of which began to turn the blast, the power of which had begun to twist and the focus that this attack had been redirected thanks to Gouriki's powers versatility.

The impact had made the projectile move at a much faster speed then before, as the propulsion of Gouriki's fist and the extreme force exerted had caused the attack to mix with his own amount of force and create an attack that had become made due to his will to live and protect. "That's the way..." He whispered, as he began to kneel, his body losing energy because of the exhausting use of his special ability. He had dug in too much and if this attack wouldn't work, he would have to pay the price. "...the way of a Warrior."


The power to convert his own body (meaning his strength, food intake, untapped resources, etc). Into power and convert it into an extreme force. This power is akin to that of a speeding bullet, which collects gunpowder, adds speed, and force and breaks through materials with little to no effort. However, this technique strains and hungers him the number of times he uses it, leaving his resources essentially tapped. However control of this shall increase as training and perfecting comes forward. For now, he can only convert this power into either of his fists, as he is ambidextrous. [size=3]2/2[/size]

[Shinzu]

With a flare of reiatsu the Cero expanded into an immense beam, shooting outwards and incinerating anything in its path into black ashes. Even the ground below seemed to crumble under the attacks pressure, pieces of rock breaking apart and being launched into the air in an arc like fashion away from the Cero. At this point the Hollow could only assume that Gouriki had recovered from the earlier attack, though with his line of sight blocked it was hard to say whether or not he had been tossed into the trench.

Mid way through his attack, Arturo caught a glimpse of something in the corner of his eye, making sure as to turn his head slightly to get a better view of it. It was the human, that much was clear despite the mass of crimson sparks blocking most of the hollows view. Though Gouriki’s figure was obscured and blurred from the way that the Cero’s intense heat warped the surrounding air, the Gillian attempted to scan his foes stance, in this case being a seemingly foreign one.

“I see. It appears he still has the will to fight.” He thought to himself, just about to finish releasing his Cero before a rage filled screamed drowned out the crimson beams rumbling. “That distance… What is he planning…” Contemplated Arturo, not being able to work out the humans goals until too late. With a large explosion, the hollows Cero faded away though leaving behind a empty crater at the point in which it had been aimed at.

Wheezing could be heard from the smoke cloud, though little else managed to escape from its grasp aside from embers and a pair of glowing eyes, slowly growing more and more clear with each passing moment. “C…Curse…you…” Cried the beast, those words carrying every last ounce of his energy as the giants body descended and landed face first onto the ground. Though Arturo did not see it happen he knew full well that the human had launched some sort of attack at his Cero, causing it to explode prematurely. Mere meters away from the hollows face.

“He could fight at range after all? I-I was so sure that… No. I understand now. I simply underestimated him since the beginning.” Noticing himself talking out loud, the Gillian restrained himself from taking any further part in this act before raising his head off the tarmac, revealing not a scratch on his unblemished mask. Though it would appear that the giant took no damage from the earlier strike this was far from the case, which was revealed through his bloodied left arm. “I must commend you, human. If I had not anticipated your primitive attack and guarded myself, I may perhaps have lost everything that moment.”

Dusting himself off and wiping off any dried blood on himself, the Gillian’s body revealed no scaring, no scorched flesh, not even a wound in the slightest to reflect his previous downed state. Only a slight golden hue which momentarily faded away along with the pool of blood that had collected under the beast’s feet. “And now, human. You will truly die by my ha-!” About to declare his victory and end the humans life, Arturo’s speech was cut short as he fell onto his knees, the previous strong glow in his eyes fading away into a dull grey. “How much...How much reiatsu did I lose repairing myself?”

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Regeneración [Regeneration]

Number of Upgrades:

Level: High

Description:
The user flows reiatsu to a wounded area, consciously or unconsciously, and regenerates it, reassembling any lost parts from spirit particles. This ability consumes a massive amount of reiatsu to perform and is often the deciding factor in both a Hollow’s loss and their survival. However, with conscious effort a Hollow can repress this reaction. This technique generally only triggers for massive wounding or lost appendages, and not lesser wounds. However, this cannot save a Hollow from death if their mask is broken or a large amount of their body is obliterated. This is only the potential for healing that Hollows possess, but few ever increase in power.

Restrictions: This technique is automatically gained when a Hollow obtains Gillian Rank, but is lost upon becoming an Arrancar. A Hollow Point may be spent to keep the ability past Arrancar Class.

[Gouriki]

"Guess all that power you had went to your head... a shame you know..." He began to expel small pants from his lips in a series of gestures to stand, a small smirk had graced his lips, almost slipping into the trench he began to walk forward. "You see, I don't care how tired I am... I'm not gonna let you kill those people while I'm alive..." He began to get into pose with a weak sigh, and looked to the hollow with a set of demonic-esque eyes.

"I'm gonna finish this, here and now, so you will never kill anyone, ever again!" A swipe of his arm upward with the last amount of strength he had in his body had came, his lips piercing through with a giant yell to the heavens, his fist soaring through the sky at a high speed, his strength pushing just a bit more, going past his own limits, knowing that this would be the one and only final strike.

"My name is Gouriki..." He said the punch beginning to twist as it went higher and higher in its uppercut, motion, and he would exclaim once more. "... and Karakura, is my home!" The punch would swipe upward, throwing an incredible amount of weight behind the attack, the boy losing his balance and dropping the ground with his eyes closed. His eternal rest of exhaustion had finally set in, his body not moving from its spot.

"That's what I wished... I wish I were stronger..." He said his body failing from the amount of strength, blood-loss and the amount of exhaustion, he had endured.

[Shinzu]

“How ignorant. You claim your energy is inexhaustible and yet, your sighs and panting clearly prove otherwise.” Stated the Gillian in a rather hypocritical manner, such being the case from his own clearly tired and worn out body. Struggling to rise onto his feet, Arturo instead supported himself with his knees, the act of doing so causing pain to flare up in his shin from the human’s earlier attack. “Tch. Have I yet to fully master my regeneration?”

“You plan, on finishing this?” Cried the Gillian, his usually shut jaws opening to reveal rows of jagged teeth. “ABSURD! ABSURD! ABUSRD!” Yelling from the top of his lungs, the giant’s mouth stretched out wide as if about to swallow the human whole, sending out waves of maniacal laughter. “KNOW YOUR PLACE YOU DAMNED HUMAN! YOU BELIEVE THAT I ARTURO, WOULD ALLOW MYSELF TO BE DEFEATED BY YOU? A MERE HUMAN? THE VERY THOUGHT IS THE EPITOME OF MADNESS!”

Slamming his fists into the ground in a crazed driven state, the already battered tarmac began to quake and rupture from the Gillian’s power, testament to the strength and willpower that continued to emanate from the giant despite bordering over the point of exhaustion. “COME AT ME YOU WORM, AND REALIZE THE FUTILITY OF YOUR EXISTEN…” Letting out a sigh, more of relief than anything else, Arturo began calming himself before slouching his body slightly.

“And so you fall.” He stated, returning back to his usually calm self. Though Gouriki appeared to have mustered up plenty of fighting spirit, his collapse due to exhaustion proved that he was putting on nothing more than a tough front. Walking up to his downed prey, Arturo noticed the human muttering to himself with what little energy remained in his tiny frame, showing he still had consciousness however weak it was. Extending his fingers, the giant thrust his entire arm downward, his fingers piercing cleanly into the ground and leaving four holes inches next to his foes body.

“Engrave this memory into your very soul before you pass out human. That. Is simply what it would have taken to kill you just now.” And with those words the titanic figure disappeared into an abyss of black, conjuring the same Garganta that he had used to enter this place, though not before giving his foe one last cold gaze. “Train yourself. Drown yourself in hatred. Give up on your humanity. Anything. So that next time we meet, you are worth my time and effort.”

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