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Illea Sirani, La Espada Tercera
Illea gave a half smile as Alicia told her she might have a gift if she got through this, then disappeared. Illea knew that surviving was going to be a challenge in and of itself, doubly so as none of the other Espada seemed interested in using the initiative, which made her the central target. If she were the enemy, she would just start blasting the portal at this point, or gang up on the active attacker, then hunt out the remaining intruders.
Luckily, neither seemed to happen. A commotion of activity happened below, and exactly one soul reaper came up to greet her. On instinct, Illea prepared herself, blood dripping off one arm, and culminating into a sphere hidden in her hand. She charged it cautiously, however the one lone soul reaper didn't attack her. Instead he went through formal introductions.... and kept going, and kept going. He sure was hammy, how was he still alive? Maybe the soul reapers weren't as strong she'd thought. A hollow would have attempted to bifurcate her by this point(and many had succeeded). Illea was tempted to attack him, but the more time he talked, the more time she had to charge. Illea's disparaging opinion changed when he released and flooded the area with killing intent, almost terrifying her. For a second, Illea saw herself reducing to ash, and shuttered. The 'kenpachi' not only didn't attack her (still), he invited her to attack him as part of some odd etiquette. She never understood battle etiquette, it was a fight to survive, fate was already cruel enough. Illea raised her hand, the blood she had gathered acted as a catalyst. Illea was skilled at doing so that she had actually cut time out of charging such a cero versus a typical one. The child Espada added more blood to it, turning it a deep shade of red. Illea wasn't used to talking in a fight, cheerful as she was outside of it, but figured that it would buy her a bit more time.
"What's a kenpachi? Oh, I am Illea Sirani, an arrancar from Hueco Mundo. We came to declare war on you balancers. I wanna say though, I'm weak, I find fighting terrifying, not exciting. I came to kill or be killed instead. If you survive this, it will plague me."
Illea undersold herself, not mentioning her rank. Something told her the 'Kenpachi' would find it more of a challenge. She hated those kind of hollows, it only figured she'd have to fight a Shinigami of the same cloth. Life was brutal, seeking a good fight only made it harder. She was going full throttle on account of her debt, clawing out her place in the world, not for mere enjoyment.
Illea outstretched both hands in opposite directions. The one charging the cero fired it at the 'Kenpachi'. It was several fold weaker than the one she had fired at the barracks, though it was also alot less charged as well. Her other hand gripped the air around her, raking across some unseen force, almost like it was gripping a cloth.
The Tercera did however appreciate the extra time given her, it let her prepare herself a bit more rather than rushing to build a strategy or attacks.
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