Enemy of my Enemy

Sal came back from the deep dark unconsciousness and felt the sting of Arawn's slaps. He gazed up bleary eyed, hearing nothing of the destruction around him but seeing very clearly the swirling debris, the broken cars spiralling into the pitch black sky above him as one sense came online at a time. Arawn was mouthing something and as his befuddled mind struggled to catch up with recent events he thought 'Why the hell does he look so worried?'

Then it hit him, like a dowsing of Arctic water, exactly what he had been through prior to, and the cause of, his previous agony ridden state. Instinctively he tried to sit bolt upright but only managed to get his shoulders off the cold tarmac before the various warning cries from his brain declared that it wasn't going to happen and he sunk back down.

"Da hell did you do...you crazy bastard.." He said his voice hoarse and faint, like someone had stuffed razor covered cotton wool down his throat when he wasn't looking, and watched with the detached confusion of those who had suffered a major trauma as a Ford Mondeo swirled upwards like a scene taken straight from the Wizard of Oz.

The Glaswegian dragged himself upwards, feeling his hair being whipped around his face by the howling winds surging across the area, and got to his feet bringing up a bloodied hand to shield his face from the particles of stone and debris slashing through the air.

"Come on! We have to get the hell out of here!" He yelled his words almost lost upon the deafening wind and the rumbling thunder rolling across the dark clouds over head.

At this point he figured that their enemy was the least of their worries and so he half stumbled half ran away from the epicentre of the roaring storm. He didnt get far before a red scorching beam sliced across his path from high over his shoulder.

Tripping he turned as he fell onto his hands and knees and saw the humanoid speck being torn upwards to the void in the sky, lightning cascading across the distant form and the screams that were surely emanating from his lungs lost in the ferocity of the supernatural storm but he continued to fight against an enemy that he could not conquer and the Cero slashed out with little aim as he was buffeted and tossed upon the monumental pull of the singularity until with a brief twinkle in the sky at the very eye of the boiling churning darkness the scene became unbearably bright and a shock wave blasted outwards. Silent at first as the sound struggled to keep up and then the most almighty boom Sal had ever heard and then he was caught upon the outward edge of the wave.

The flat of Claidheamh Mor fought bravely against the invisible power driving him backwards, the metal sparking and wobbling as strong arms sought to keep the powerful spiritual energies of the blast from utterly atomizing him. He gritted his teeth, his feet kicking futilely, and did the only thing he could. His lips moved but no sound would penetrate the noise of the blast and the Katana shattered and the larger blade of his Shikai sprung fourth from its destruction and fire leapt from its honed edge the powers of his Zanpakuto giving him the strength he needed to unleash a reckless and unfocused burst of Spiritual power that hammered against the ground beneath him and shot him upwards like a firework and then the flames died, his reserves utterly exhausted, his sword became a katana once again and he saw the beauty of the destructive wave.

Saw buildings atomized by the spreading energy and then watched as it silently and swiftly retraced its progress, the sphere of destruction folding back upon itself until with the merest flicker of light the entire scene was quiet. Like nothing of such magnitude had ever occurred and Sal fell back to the earth managing to land on all fours in the aftermath of the annihilation.