A new home (Sal)

Muffled cries of pain that escaped a prostitute’s lips as she was brutally fucked by a sweaty stinking meat sack of feral instinct...

The terrified screams turning into low thuds as mans skull is crushed in a drunk rage by his drinking companion...

The stink of degradation that this foul city exuded as it millions of citizens went about their lives ignorant to the monster that watched over them.

Yummei breather deeply, the foul smell of this city filling his black lungs. Paris was a city that he had come to love, the evil of this city made him feel comfortable. It was one of the few places that he felt he could truly reside without being a monstrous intruder, for the crimes of the city were greater even than the evil inside himself... barely.

From his high resting point, the peak of the city’s most famous land mark he could watch with an eagles eye as corruption and evil emerged with the setting of the sun. It was a marvellous thing to watch. The city much like a painted whore presented herself as a beautiful thing to the tourists in the sun light, but at night the mask dropped and the true ugliness was all too apparent.

The omniscience that his vantage gave him made him feel god like, it was a rush to have such knowledge... such power.
He wanted more however... always more... it was his nature as a hollow to devour with a greed that wouldn’t be sated with anything less than everything. So to that end he had begun to pick out... his chosen if you will... those whom he would emerge from the shadows to give the gift of power beyond human means to. He knew from watching that those in the positions he needed already had the thirst.

It was the thirst, the thirst for power that drove you... insane as Yummei had found out... of you weren’t careful. But insane or not it drove you to the top or to the grave. Once you had power the thirst came with it, bed fellows they were. Like the whore and the pimp waiting in the shadows to kill and rob you when you were fucked into an oblivious state of happiness.

He laughed at his own simile, or did he? He could no longer tell whether it was he or another that laughed or spoke, moved or stood motionless. It seemed he was but another mind in a cesspit of consciousness that inhabited this vessel of power; this predatory body...

No. It wouldn’t do to dwell on the state of his own consciousness. That was something that he just wasn’t strong enough to deal with... The admission of his own inability was bitter and ruined the power trip that coming this vantage usually gave him.

So it was with a seething anger that he descended the air as the dark angel he was. To walk among the streets of the damned, a tiger among a city of jackals .

France, a cultural hotbed of depravity unlike any in the modern world. It amused him to know end that it was often fantasised about by pubescent teen girls dreaming of big chinned Frenchmen banging them under the tower, when in fact it was pretty much as murky and dank as any other city but with a nicer accent.

Needs must, however, and he needed to find a certain European playboy. All roads lead here it seemed, this was where the real game began. The hunting of the Twelve.

Sal stalked through the night time streets like a shadow born predator, all sinew and soundless strides, his ankle length coat rustling soundlessly with each step while the ever present Claidheamh Mor was nestled beneath the ebony fabric. hanging upside down and slightly diagonal across his back so the handle of the Katana tapped lightly against the right side of his lower back.

The grating sound of French assailed him from all conceivable angles as he made his way through the after hours crowds still milling about the tower for which the city had become famed for. His destination was written on the inside of his eyelids, burned into memory by the blood curdling confessions of Jensen as his limbs were cut away piece by piece, cauterized by white hot metal and then another piece was removed.

No time for adherence to a silly sense of right and wrong, he had long passed that vital, key, moral line that separated the righteous from the monsters that go bump in the night.

"He made me, he made me, oh god he made me!" Was all the babbling psychic had screamed in his last few moments of anguish.

Certain events change you inexplicably, the death of Heather did it for him. Something very important had shrivelled up and died, leaving a dark hollow where it used to be and into the void had crawled a nothingness that seemed to growl with a voice of its own whispering its dark sweet nothings into his ear urging him ever onward from one barbaric and twisted meeting with the agents of the Twelve to the next and each time, after each release of that primal urge to kill he felt release. A calm that was not happiness but an absence of longing that had become almost like a drug.

Maybe it was always there, this nightmare parasite, lingering in the background waiting and watching like a lion stalks its prey, patient as the ages past knowing with utter certainty that a crack would form in the divide and it would slip silently through like a shadow bleeding into his soul and offering him the seductive means to an end.

He was at the base of the tower now, gazing upon it with nothing behind the once vibrant and carefree brown eyes. To him it was just a very large pylon, nothing impressive to marvel at. A cold, colossus of steel. When he thought about it like that he could relate.

Something twitched his senses, a subtle intrusion on his personal space. He gazed upwards and falling like a dark comet was a Hollow he knew by instinct, as one predator knows another.

A cool smile crept across his lips as his house guest roared a silent challenge from the bowels of his tattered soul.

OOC: Sorry not much happening in this post but I'm writing it up while I'm preety tired simply because I wanted to get a reply done before bed.


IC: Plummeting towards the earth he was lost to all thoughts or worries as the world wiped by and wind buffeted him. Lack of control was sensual and for a few brief moments he felt that most enigmatic feeling of joy.

Then the ground caught up and gravity won out, he landed straight not bothering to bend at the knees for such a trivial thing as a fall could no longer harm him. It was one of the peculiarities of what he had become, that he could still be harmed yet was immune to many mundane dangers.

So completely wrapped up with himself was he that he startled rather embarrassingly by a buffet of spiritual pressure. The strength of which was not meagre, this fact only added to his embarrassment of being caught unawares.

The man was remarkable in so far as he could quite clearly see Yummei, yet he showed no apparent signs of fear or distress. In fact quite the opposite, he had a savage animalistic presence akin to wild cats of this world or the hollow of his. He carried a katana across his back yet he didn’t stand will poised elegance as most trained swordsmen did, he seemed to carry himself in a way Yummei associated with a berserker. And his eyes suggested a man of violence more inclined to carve his name on your chest than ask what your name was.

It seemed evident to Yummei that this man was a shinigami, and the one thing that Yummei hated more than his own kind were the dogged and mindless shinigami who would hunt you down with cold steel and kill you for trying to exist.
His eyes became slits of sanguine hatred, why else could a Shinigami be here right where he was. Waiting for him no doubt, clearly trying to kill him. Why would no one allow him solace, even his own mind plagued him...they come for you kill them...kill them all...


‘Shinigami...’

They watched each other for the brief interlude before words were needed. Sizing one another up like feral cats meeting in an alleyway, deciding who was the biggest, the scariest and whether a conflict would prove more trouble than it was worth.

The Hollow broke the silence between them and Sal's eyes filled with a sinister humor. "Once upon a time," He said, his words sliding into the air like ice. "but that story had a more sinister ending than the one they'll tell to the kids at bed time."

Brazen confidence and lack of fear, he instantly caused both in infuriation and respect in Yummei. More than that though he had a predatory look to him, like a wild animal who’ shad to survive tough times. Yummei could relate to that, more than once he’d been the hunted. It seemed he was forever chased, hunted... Despised.

It was not usual for a hollow to feel empathy, least of all himself. He had lost his humanity a long time ago, and his sanity searching for it. But there seemed something kindred to him in this man, a great sadness or at the least a great loss.

...Kill him...Shinigami...Flesh...

Hatred, deep and strong. Years of warfare and fighting with shinigami wherever he went, but more than that even; an instinctual fear that created in him urge for survival.

There was an almost overwhelming physical need to kill him, but he resisted. It was hard not to follow his instincts, but he felt it was right to talk instead of fight...Kill...

‘‘This is my home, why do you intrude?’’

Sal couldn't begin to explain the change that had come over him since that night, Four months ago, it was as if every part of him that had been human had been ripped away and that empty void had somehow become home to something darker and unnatural. He had felt nothing since that night, his entire emotional scope consisted of a numbness. It was as if his entire emotional network had been fried, he felt no fear, no anger and no happiness.

No, that last wasn't entirely true, he felt something more than happiness when he was doing as the shadow whisperer suggested, when he found his enemies and took away their lives in a variety of thorough and inventive ways. He felt ecstasy, like his entire body had relaxed and his mind was cleared of the unnecessary muddle that plagues all sentient beings in their day to day lives.

That was another thing he had noticed, he had lost pretty much every vestige of humanity but he had gained an almost mechanical clarity. With no emotions or unessential thoughts clouding the feeble human mind it had become a massively powerful tool, capable of seeing a problem and utterly dissecting it with all the skill and flourish of a surgeon. Analyzing the situations around him and providing the path of least resistance for whatever goals he had in mind at the time.

With the same cold logical deduction and the inner council of his new friend he concluded that at best they could hope for a tie in a straight up fight and for the most part the Hollow before him wasn't his concern. He was, after all, running an errand that wouldn't impact on his fellow predator unless he chose to get to close to the action.

"I've got a playdate with a friend," He said with a smile that felt almost mechanical now, he didn't find anything amusing about the situation or what he had just said. He felt very little at all but echo's of his humanity told him it was an appropriate facial expression.

A thought occurred to him as his mighty mental computer replayed the Hollow's question. "Say..you wouldn't happen to know the way to the Riviera would you? My date's hiding out on a boat down there."

It was surreal to say the least, conversation was something that was abundant in his life... well who’s fault is that...

He wasn’t sure whether this was the way most conversations went but he was more used to the ‘‘Fuck you’’ ‘‘Die!’’ based conversations. Genial questions and calm tones were something that put him into foggy unchartered waters and he felt like the retard in the corner dribbling as he tried to put the missing piece of the puzzle in place and figure out what it was he was supposed to say.

‘‘Yes, I know where the Riviera is. I... I would be willing to show you the way if my company is acceptable to yourself.’’

Sometimes, Sal surprised even himself. Here was a Hollow more powerful than any he had come across before and he had reduced it to a confused stammering wreck by simply doing what it hadn't expected him to do.
Manipulation was fun, he was only sorry he hadn't realized as much sooner in life. If he had he might have a lot more lackeys and a lot less scars.

"Good stuff," He said with that same artificial smile. "You lead and I'll follow. I'll know the place when i see it." He finished, neglecting to add that the Hollow was leading them to an eventual assault on what his information told him was one of the Twelve.

He led his new found associate through the rooftops of Paris, they could have walked along the pavements but he was already out of his element playing a tour guide and he just couldn’t bring himself to do it.

The Riviera was a private marina for the rich men to play with their big toys, so unless this sword wielding man had simply left his companion for the night on a his yacht and haphazardly forgot where it was he left said yacht then the term ‘‘Date’’ was being used loosely.

He chuckled a little at the thought of someone being fine tuned by the cleaver, although he didn’t plan on standing around to watch. There was a violence to this man and Yummei didn’t want to test whether that violence could be aimed at him so he would take him as he had agreed to... Like a dim-witted asshole that you are... and leave.

They arrived at the Riviera and it occurred to Yummei that some of the people here might posses the kind of influence that he would be targeting.

‘‘This date of yours, they appreciate the attire?’’ He said casting a glance at the sword the man bore.

It was a pleasantly quiet jaunt through the french cities and countryside. Sal left alone, well almost alone, to his thoughts and the Hollow ahead moving with assured footing and navigation to their destination.

He smelled the sea before the tall glittering ships came into view, some small and some just down right ridiculous in size lined up neatly against a starry backdrop and the calm liquid ebony of the nighttime ocean.

They stopped just short of the Marina, peering out from an outcropping of trees at the sea faring vessels. The Hollow gave him a once over, eyes resting on the partially concealed Zanpakuto on his back and then asked his question with little hint of tact or subtlety.

"This bad boy is better than chocolates and roses," He said with a humors smile. "You ever wondered how long it'd take a boat that size" Sal pointed a finger at a long fifty foot yacht, its hull a pale blue, docked ahead and to the left. "To sink if guys like us went to town on it?" Sal asked and then the light of mischief entered his brown eyes.

"Care to find out?" The question was punctured by a sudden full release of his Spirit Power, the slick energy cascading from his body in a pounding tsunami that gave the air a static tinge to it and a visible 'haze' not unlike those seen on a hot road on the horizon.

He lunged forward toward the boat, his Zanpakuto being snatched from its sheath mid-jump, and landed on the deck of the yacht in a single bound. He let his eyes dance across his surroundings and then with a sing-song tone to his voice called out.

"Come out, come out. Daddy's home!" And right on cue, black clad assailants materialized all around him. Sal couldn't tell if they were human or Hollow, Quincy or Bount, Male or Female. They all wore, what he would have described as 'biker ninja getup', by that he meant a full face helmet, not unlike a bikers, and dark, leather like, fabric jacket, pants and army boots.

"I guess i found the right place..." He chuckled.

Chocolates and roses? What do such things have to with anything Yummei pondered for a mere second.

His philosophical ponderings as to the elusive meaning of the swaying power of chocolates and roses was interrupted quite rude and abruptly by a wave a reiatsu pouring out of the strange character he had taken up with for this brief period.

He watched as the man leapt onto one of the large boats and was quickly surrounded by strangest garbed figures that
materialised out of nowhere. It was obvious to anyone not a moron...counts you out then shit face... that this date that Sal had mentioned was not in fact a woman.

He felt slightly lied to, but was willing to put it past him in light of the circumstances. His original intentions were to just leave once he had brought the man here, but it seemed to Yummei now that the man could have found his way without Yummei but had anticipating a fight brought him along for the ride.


His initial reaction was still to leave the man to his own devices, he seemed neither afraid or shaken at the figures that had materialised and it was not as if Yummei owed him a debt of any kind. Turning to leave however he remembered that feeling upon first encountering this man, something like an approach full closeness born out of similarity. They were both beings of violence who had suffered in this world and this had been transmitted without words. He.... couldn’t just leave.

With a jump he brought himself to rest besides enigmatic man, ‘‘Would it have been so hard to tell me that we were walking into an ambush?’’

The powerful Hollow materialized beside him and Sal couldn't keep the grin from his face, the obviously awe struck crowd silent and obedient as the manacle pair spoke briefly.

"Like that would have been any fun." He said with a chuckle and then charged at the ones in front, his sword flashed up at one of ninja-bikers and his target responded swiftly, the heavy leather gloves coming up to block the blades edge and returning a swift and powerful kick that drove the wind from Sal's lungs before a follow up round house clipped him on his sword hand sending his sealed Zanpakuto spinning from his grasp, its point embedding into the deck several meters away.

Sal got himself up right and brought up his left arm to block another kick, slipping his arm around the shin and locking it there before gripping it with his other hand and with a lift-spin launched the offending foe out into the ocean.

The Glaswegian had no time for celebrations as two more assailants launched punches and kicks in his direction. Sal's hands were a blue of motion as they snapped out to deflect and block the attacks, his feet moving constantly to new positions so he could adequately attack and defend against the pair.

One punch came in from the side, toward his head, and a kick came from the opposite side from attacker number 2, aiming for his torso, it took a split second to realize he wouldn't dodge both and so his hand shot up and caught the fist, gripping it tightly and braced himself.

The kick collided with muscle and without wasting a second Sal returned a kick to the leather clad enemy, lifting the man clean off his feet and sending him crashing across the deck. He turned his attention to the captured attacker, pulling him in and planting a resounding headbutt on his helmet that cracked the tinted visor and then followed up by gripping the back of his helmet and dragging his face down into a viscous knee that floored the man.

OOC: Not sure how many of the biker ninjas there are xD

IC: He launched himself at the opponent nearest as soon as his companion moved. He threw a straight left punch aimed directly at the face of the opponent who deftly ducked underneath the blow and threw his own hook towards Yummei. Instead of dodging the blow he caught it in his right palm and with the sharp claw like nails on his left hand he thrust his fingers through the black mask and gouging into the face of one of his opponent.

A savage grin at the death of an enemy was knocked clean of his face as a tremendous blow hit the base of his skull snapping his head forward and knocking him over. He rolled with the momentum of the blow and let himself be carried forward a few feet. Raising his tail he fired a Kuroi Kiba directly behind himself hoping to hit his sneaky assailant.

‘‘Care to tell me why we are fighting these people?’’

The last words came out rather strangled as Yummei had had to duck under a roundhouse kick and was subsequently tackled to the ground. The pair of them upon him rained blows into his face and ribs. Kicks from the one standing up and rather lopsided spastic like punches from the lard ass pining him down.

It was rather embarrassing to be pinned down like this when he was making an example of his fighting abilities.

‘‘Kuroi Tsubusa’’

Black wings grew out of his back lifting him slightly, he wrapped them around himself and the man pinning him. Shielding him from the kicks of the enemy standing up. Taking his claw like nails he drove them under the ribs of the man pining him and started to pull the ribs away from each other effectively opening up his chest. Piercing screams of agony and fear diluted with the blood that was gushing onto his hands tipped Yummei over the brink into an euphoric blood lust and he bit into the mans neck ending his life in one messy brutal moment.

With a beat of his black wings he rose up of the floor and hovered with his feet just above the ground.
In the guttural raw tones of one of his alter ego’s Yummei’s mouth acted as a speaker for a raging psycho who was pissed at having been trapped in what was essential a black abyss like play pen from the moment of its creation.

‘‘I’ve decided, you bastards will all die now.’’

He had missed this, he thought as his fist smashed through a foes helmet visor and found the soft squidgy cartilage of his nose. He missed the feel of bone on bone, blood upon his knuckles. He hadn't had a decent fist fight in years.

Sal dipped under a sloppy straight jab from his broken nosed playmate and rose up, his left hand catching him just under his helmet and with a vice like grip fight his wind pipe. Fingers dug into his flesh, nails biting into the supple exposed skin, and then with a sharp yank the section of organic breathing apparatus came away in his hands, the man croaking like a goose, trying to draw in air through a gaping bloody hole. He stumbled around and fell to his knees before slumping to the deck.

There wasn't a triumphant moment to be had, two perfectly coordinated fly kicks slammed into his chest and sent him stumbling back before he regained his equilibrium. The two attackers stood side to side, each striking a fighting stance equal to the other. Sal swiped at a oozing trail of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and rushed the pair.

He rain right into a barrage of blows that were lightning fast, catching him from all angles the synchronized pair worked their way around his body punishing every inch of him they could get to while Sal offered no apparent defense relieving the blows willingly, almost joyfully judging from the blood smeared smile on his face.

"Wonder-" A fist impacted on his face causing his head to snap to the side before he finished. "-Ful" He grinned and having gained a feel for the pairs speed and movements went on the counter offensive.

He lunched himself at attacker One, his fist arching out toward his helmet, it found air but the rising knee, launched a millisecond after the punch, bombed straight into the ducking foe's head wrenching it back and knocking him from the fray for a moment, all the time he needed.

Norongachi dipped and turned under a side-kick, surfacing at his foes side in the blink of an eye slamming a fist into his ribs with bone shattering effect and then his hands shot toward the armored head, griping front and back of the dark helmet he turned them sharply counter-clockwise hearing the breaking of vertebrae.

He was upon the first black clad warrior before his comrade had hit the dirt, snatching him out of his daze he gripped him by the fabric adorning his left shoulder dragging him upright and planting repeated blows into his abdomen and then faster then the eye could follow his arm pulled back, straightened, and slammed across the unfortunate fools neck and upper body in a devastating closeline.

"It was either this or Reality TV." He responded and let his attention wander to Yummie who appeared to be enjoying the fray as much as he was, the void like wings carrying the Hollow effortlessly as he unleashed proverbial hell on the dwindling canon fodder.

Sal heard the tapping of running army boots behind him and growing weary of the futile assault, sighed and hurled an elbow back into the head of the attacking enemy who crumpled quietly.

Norongachi retrieved his Zanpakuto from its embedded position and with little fanfare of dramatics cut down any who came across his path as he made his way to the small door that lead to the innards of the Ship.

The numbers of the opponents had dropped steeply, and the strange guy was now cutting a path through a few of the stragglers aiming for the door.

Fuck that I’m getting at least on more notch before that **** kills them all.

Raising himself further off the surface of the boat with a powerful beat of his wing he raised his left hand gathering the ruby energy into his palm, his companion had asked him how long it would take for guys like them to destroy a boat like this if they went to town; he felt like finding out.

When he had gathered a large amount of power into his palm he let it loose at the furthest end of the boat, so as to not catch his Sal in the blast. He released it a ray of sanguine light, his eyes glinting the same maniacal colour as he watched his power tear a hole in the boat and blast two of the goons away with it.

Disbanding the reiatsu that formed his wings he let himself drop to the boat with a savage grin.

‘‘Shoddy workmanship.’’

He joined Sal and cut through the rest of the black clad annoyances with talons and teeth. Reaching the door that Sal had been aiming for he demurred.

‘‘After you.’’

The blood light filled the night with its deadly and beautiful rays, casting Sal as a long shadow against the closed door before him, the Cero cascading down upon the end of the Yacht. The ocean swelling around the boat as the mass of spiritual energies kicked up winds and sent the very air into a rampaging tizzy.

It was over as quickly as it had begun and Sal glanced over his shoulder to see Yummie coming up behind him, the deck awash with corpses in varying states of mutilation.

Sal didn't respond to the Hollow, instead he took a boot to the door, the sturdy metal buckling under his strength and clattering into a small hallway, at the end of which was a set of oak double doors, smaller doors on either side held no interest for him...he and his inner counsel KNEW their adversary was in that room.

His boots made not a whisper on the lush, deep blue, carpet under his feet and as he got closer he could hear music, muffled by the thickness of the door, wafting toward his ears, drawing him and his Hollow companion onwards.

"I don't think he's worried....do you?" Sal asked, his voice had lost that mirthful edge and was now focused and serious. He gripped his Zanpakuto tightly and took two deep breaths and then slashed it diagonally from right hip to left shoulder, the double doors bisected by the power of his stroke and falling away.

The classical music assailed them, apt he felt for this confrontation, the pouring speed and power of the instruments in play adding to the growing sense of anticipation for the battle to come.

Sal's eyes darted across the room, a plush lounger by a small coffee table on a beautifully crafted rug, gold thread creating an intricate almost tribal pattern round its outer edge. To the left of that, against the cabins bulkhead, lay a wet bar, adorned with beverages, spirits and wines from all across the world.

"Do you recognize the piece, Norongachi?" Sal's eyes sought the voice, found none and then as if he had always been there, their target was sat in the lounger, one leg crossed over the other. A drink lay in his hand and he wore a deep black suit, crisp white shirt and a pale blue tie. His hair was platinum blond but here and there Sal noted streaks of gray and then he came to his eyes, the most cold and powerfully blue orbs he had ever gazed into...before them he felt powerless...hopelessly outclassed by this creature..

"Carl Orff, O Fortuna..." Sal responded, his voice flat and cold as he mentally prepared himself for his greatest battle to date, moving to the left, sticking to the contours of the cabins wall, he sent a subtle hand motion to Yummie to circle in the opposite direction. He would take no chances now, they would never survive a single mistake...

"Bravo...." The man said with a predators smile.

"Which one are you..." Sal asked, stalling for time while be tried, in vain, to plot a decent plan of attack.

"The Fifth...little Shinigami, i have seen Babylon fall...Alexander the Great smashed to pieces, the Romans crumble..." He said and ran his index finger round the outer rim of his glass. "What makes you think you and the Hollow can stop me when better men have failed?"

Into the bowels of the ship, like the personified innards of a dark beast. The evil of this place reverberated with his darker nature, it felt cloying in its decadence. The tasteful décor hinting at something darker, an arrogance born out of power.

There was music playing, he had no taste for such human things yet the notes held a power and speed that that would fit any fight scene. No doubt then, they were walking into a trap; and clearly one to be sprung by a confident power.

His eyes swept the interior, and he raised an eyebrow; there was no one here. Then a voice and suddenly there was a man lounging on the couch with a drink in hand, totally relaxed; unfazed by the appearance of two intruders.

Hawk eyes, steely and cold. A calculating beast with a predators smile, this one could kill you with a lulling smile and a piercing gaze; a honed killer.

Sal was the one in the know here, or at least that’s what Yummei was hoping. That in mind he looked to Sal for direction and saw him signal for Yummei to circle opposite to him. Moving to the right he listen to their verbal riposte before it came to the inevitable crunch and the proverbial bull was grabbed by the horns.

‘‘Men may have failed, but you fight monsters now.’’ Movie like bravado. It meant nothing, a waste of breath yet it was vital in it’s own little way. A show that you were ready to fight, that fear hadn’t encumbered you, and most importantly it presented your disdain for the enemy. Battles were as much a mind game as they were a oafish display of brawn after all.

His muscles tensed with the anticipation of fighting this foe, then he moved. Attacking head on he launched a straight left before twisting his body at the hip to bring his right leg up in a vicious roundhouse with the finishing touch of his combo being to thrust forward with the point of his tail before attempting to back up a little so as to not hinder Sal’s movement.

‘‘Men may have failed, but you fight monsters now.’’

That was the starting pistol if ever there was one for this titanesque bout, the words reverberated through Sal's body and the beast within him roared his approval sending its cool confident demeanor surging through his mind, sharpening it to a razors edge so that when Yummie began his assault Sal quickly an efficiently melded his attacks into those of his comrades.

"Sound the Funeral Bell, Claidheamh Mor!!" He roared as he slipped into the fray with Yummie, dipping low and sliding in under the Hollow's fist, in the gap between Yummie and the Fifth, he slashed the blade at the mans mid-section and then into a short roll as his allies roundhouse fired like a bullet from a gun, twisting his body 180 degrees and thrusting the tip of the Claymore forward toward the Fifth's chest and matching speed precisely with the Tail strike rose up on the balls of his feet dragging the deadly claymore with him in a diagonal sweep looking to cleave their enemy in two.

Sal wasn't sure how it had happened, he hadn't seen any movements other than his and Yummies but their Target was unscathed and more disturbingly held the Hollow's tail in his left hand and Sal's Zanpakuto in his right.

"Monsters?" The Fifth chuckled and with a shove, so quick and so powerful that before either of them knew it they were skidding backwards across the room, Sal's spine colliding with the painted metal bulkhead driving the air from his lungs.

"You don't know what a Monster is...." With that the blond stood from his lounger, standing at a cool 6'2" and powerfully built, he was even more of an imposing figure. Blue eyes seemed to flicker, as if someone was turning the lights on and off behind them and then they shone brightly, the blue of his pupil leaking outward to contaminate the whites and intensifying with that same inner light.

Sal was getting to his feet when he noted the first trickles appear at the corner of each eye, black tears...with a metallic shine...almost like tar, he thought in the grips of his terror. The singular drops trickled down his cheeks and then...stopped as if gravity held no meaning, in the middle of the cheeks.

"Let me...educate you.." The fifth said with a grin, his mouth seeming to stretch to far and the black tears...began to move. Like the roots of a plant various off shots began tracing across his face, fast, very fast, they spread out across his body, disappeared under the collar of his shirt and then each vein of metallic black shot outwards like splashes in a puddle before spreading outwards and retracting back to the source covering his face, the blue eyes shining in the midst of this ebony liquid.

The room was suddenly in the grip of an overwhelming spiritual pressure and the Fifth reared his head back and roared, upon the Black liquid parts where glowing white hot creating a pattern akin to an inverted V, the two points traveling through each eye and ending on either side of his chin, while the topmost point resided in the middle of his forehead. The markings seemed to cool with a audible hiss, leaving the inverted V a blazing white trail through the dark mask covering his entire head.

"Consider me educated..." Sal muttered, his brown eyes wide with a mixture of shock and horror, pupils darting from the row of lip less, silver teeth that remained fixed in a permanent smile to the black hands, the fingers lengthened and pointed into talons.

Something stirred inside Sal, he could feel a weight inside him growing heavier by the second, squirming in his guts. Off all the times to lose ones lunch, this was certainly not it...

The Fifth made his move, Sal didn't see it happen, but one second Yummie was there, beside him, equally bewildered by the turn of events and the next the ebony masked creature had volleyed him into the leftmost bulkhead, which immediately buckled under the strain, and out into the waiting arms of the ocean.

That left him very much alone...

Never alone.. Came the deep resonating voice of Abaddon from within but it did little the change his current predicament.

If you have ever seen a shark attack, then you still have no idea as to the fericity of the beating Sal received within the next few seconds. His body was ripped to shreds, he was unable to attack, to defend to even *SEE* the furious onslaught that assailed him from all sides. The Fifth moved like a shadow at the corner of his eye that was never there when he turned to focus upon him. In less than a minute Sal Norongachi was a bloodied mess on the floor and that silver toothed smile loomed over him, the eyes piecering into his mind with glee.

You are nothing....embrace the future that awaits you and your kind." Was all the Fifth said and then he too was sailing out into the watery embrace of the ocean, spinning and falling, until blackness took him and the waves spread their arms wide to accept his broken body.