From the beginning, I should have known that you were unsuited for fighting for Barragan Stark. While I reveled in it...' Yammy thought as he remembered when he and Coyote laid waste to shielded cities and Holds in the past. With him laughing in joy in slaughtering Quincys and Fullbringers alike. Yet Stark had a face of horror at seeing all the citizens who were killed by his hands.

'You always hated killing the innocent and murdering those weaker than you. Yet, while you never said anything about it. I could tell by your actions and hesitation, and instead of becoming more hardened to it as the decades went by, it only got worse for you to handle' Yammy then looked towards Stark, who was now breathing heavily, and then closed his eyes. '

That is why it didn't surprise me that you abandoned us when the guilt in your heart became too much to bear...but even so...I hated you for doing that without telling me or consulting me first. The Espada then remembered Stark's empty room when he came in to congratulate him on another victory.

Yammy's hands then trembled. 'Or did you think I would cruelly brush you off for laying bare your feelings for this damn war?' His eyes then flared up in fury. 'But regardless...neither of us will back down from our choices now...'

To Stark's and Jurgram's surprise, Yammy suddenly grabbed the Grandmaster's claymore in his chest. 'A good strategy the both of you came up with.' He then shattered it into pieces with a single grip. 'But unfortunately, I foresaw it just in time.'

Hashwalf then narrowed his eyes as he studied the wound. 'I see...you dodged my sword strike just enough, so it missed your soul chain and sleep and thus only suffered a mere flesh wound.'

Yammy then laughed. 'You got that right, punk, and since you and Stark have just pulled out your last aces, ' His voice became low and bloodthirsty.'

'Let me show you mine!' The gorilla man's body then became engulfed in an overwhelming black-red aura of spiritual power that shook the entire area for many miles around, and both Haschwalth and Stark felt the pressure of it crashing down on their forms and filling their hearts with dread.

And then Yammy spoke it.

Soundtrack of Choice: Invasion「Bleach」Epic Orchestral Cover

'Segunda Etapa'

Like a volcanic eruption, Yammy's body exploded with tremendous Spiritual power. But instead of it being released in the form of physical pressure. It materialized out of Espada's body as a highly dense spiritual energy that boiled like steaming lava but twice as hot while rapidly spreading across the entire district and forcing both Stark and Hashwalf to jump into the air to avoid getting burnt. Then, as the steaming hot Spiritual energy subsided, the Prima emerged in his new form.

For Yammy, who had gone from a dinosaur to an ape, was now turned into a towering Kaiju that had doubled in size, with black leather amor fused with his skin yet exposed all his monstrous muscles and glowing red veins pulsing with his aura of power. His hands and feet became darkened claws that looked like they had grown out of hardened molten magma that had just been cooled, along with a still glowing red matching large tail. Out of his back are dozens of substantial dark spikes, each with burning tips. In contrast, his mask was gone, saved for dark red tattoos on his eyes and chine that took the form of a raging inferno. In the center of his forehead stood a long and massive pitch-black horn that radiated with heat, so much heat that the air around it shimmered.

'So that is an Espada's Segunda Etapa...' Stark said while looking over Yammy's new form. 'Didn't know it would make them look so tacky.'

Hashwalf then glared at the Prima before forming another claymore out of reshi. 'Just one Segunda Etapa from the lower Espada was powerful enough to nearly destroy the entire Silberstadt, and I do not want to imagine how powerful the Prima's could be.' He then readied his sword. 'We must find a way to defeat him before that happens!'

Yammy then looked up at his two opponents with annoyance and then laughed.

'Both of you still think you can beat me even when I am at my most powerful!?' He laughed out mockery. 'You already lost your chance to beat me with your gambit.' He then raised his right claw. 'So I am going to give you both a reality check!'

The Prima then formed a condensed molten orb out of his lava-like spiritual pressure from his right claw before firing it and forcing the former Espada and Grandmaster to dodge it. Then, as it continued to travel through the air, dozens of city-bocks and the ground they stood on were burned and melted away into a deep blazing chasm just by getting within fifty feet of the flying ball's aura of heat. Then, it kept flying on for hundreds of miles until, eventually, it reached the Seireiheki of the Silver City and blasted a massive hole in the barrier, which could be seen from anywhere within the settlement.

'Now tell me...' Yammy challenged, pointing his flaming fist at Stark and Hashwalf. 'Do you still want to go at me!?'

The Grandmaster then looked at the terrifying large burnt and melted trench that sourced over a country's length and the gigantic shattered hole in the barrier of the Sekkiseki that can be seen from the far distance.

Then, with a heavy heart, he turned towards the government palace and used the flying step to disappear.

'Hey, wait!' Stark said as he followed Hashwalf to an abandoned building and found him sitting in a chair in an empty room.

'Stark...we must retreat...' Hashwalf said hesitantly yet shamefully. Yet Coyote looked at him in the offensive.

'Excuse me?' The Arrancar snapped, but the Grandmaster went on to explain.

'The Prima Espada has shown strength that only two other Sternritters have displayed, and neither of them is here to support us. So right now, the best course of action is to retreat to the palace of governance to call the rest of the imperial guard and-'

'Tell help them clean up our mess while leaving your king vulnerable?' Stark answered for him bitterly. 'Is that it?'

'Hashwalf then remained silent for a moment and then sighed. 'We have no choice; if we go out there to face him as we are now, we will only die and accomplish nothing.'

Stark then glared at the Grandmaster in disappointment and rolled his eyes. 'So you are going to give up just because someone is stronger than you?' Stark shook his head. 'I thought the Grandmaster of the Sternritter order would have a better resolve than that.' He then began to walk away. 'Hell, that hot-headed kid had better resolve than you.'

Hashwalf then snapped. 'And what do you know about resolve, Arrancar!?' He shouted with contempt. 'You think I have forgotten the lives of all Quincy's you taken, the humans butchered in the name of your king!?' He then bared his teeth. 'The only reason I bothered to join an alliance with you was because we Quincy were desperate for anyone to help us face off against Barragan's forces; otherwise, we would have left you and your village to rot!'

Stark then stared at Hashwalf momentarily and gave him a questioning look. 'I know about it because that village is full of people with it.'

Jurgram then dropped his jaw.

'All of them are far weaker than us, even most of the star knights, yet everyone is willing to place their lives on the line for another without a second thought, and for our leader...he was willing to risk more than that.'

The Grandmaster then looked away, ashamed of his outburst. But Stark reached out his hand to him.

'And thankfully, I have one more trump card that can give us the win.' He furrowed his brows. 'But I still need your help to pull it off'

Hashwalf looked at the Arrancar briefly, smiled softly, and took his hand.

'Lead on then.'

A few minutes later, Stark and Jugram appeared before Yammy, who delightedly smiled at them.

'So you both came out to face me even when knowing both of you can't win,' he chuckled menacingly. 'Oh well, at least you both have guts.'

Stark then walked in front of Yammy. 'If you read our minds, you should know we can win lug-head. But I do have a nice little trick I want to show you. For just special occasions like this.'

The Prima then chuckled. 'What, you have a Sengunda Etapa yourself?' he questioned. 'Even if you did, it's not going to change the outcome of this fight.'

Stark just shook his. 'Nah, I never train myself for something like that. For I only knew about that technique just last week.' His body was then engulfed in light greenish-blue flames, much to Yammy's surprise. 'This, however, I have been perfecting for the past decade.'

Soundtrack of Choice: aLIEz

'Llamas de Lobo!' (Flame of the Wolf)

Coyote then steadily transformed as his face morphed into that of a canine, and his clothes disappeared into the flames while his hands became claws and his feet turned into paws. In comparison, his entire body went from being consumed in an inferno to being merged with it and transforming the Arrancar from a gunslinger to a werewolf made out of living fire.

But Yammy still looked unimpressed as he raised his arm at the beast and charged another molten ball. 'What, you think that transforming into one of your wolves will change anything-!?'

Suddenly, faster than the Prima could react, Stark was already upon him and grabbed his hand. Coyote's flaming claws swept into the giant's arm, and then, in the next moment, to Yammy's shock, his entire right limb blew apart, making him scream in agony.

'What the hell!?' The Espada screamed as he tried to swipe at Stark with his other arm, only for his flaming body to warp around it, dig his flames into the limb, and blow it off.

'Damn it, what the fuck did you do with my arms!?' Yammy roared, but Stark remained silent as he attacked Yammy while Hashwalf, who kept his presence hidden, analyzed the technique.

'So that is your final trump card, Coyote Stark,' The Grandmaster thought. 'By converting your entire body into flames, you gain a massive increase in speed and agility and can shape your entire body at will. Then, through inserting the heat of your flames into parts of your opponent's body and overheating it. You can blow them up from the inside out, similar to Bambettia's Explosion.'

He then looked over to a limbless Prima. 'But how long will that last, I wonder?'

Then, with a mighty Roar, Yammy regenerated both limbs and stared hatefully at the fiering Stark.

'Don't get cocky just because you can damage me a little bit!' Because I still haven't gone all out yet!' He stomped on the ground, and then the earth began to glow red hot from beneath Stark's feet.

'Pilares de Devastación! (Pillars of Devastion)'

Yammy shouted, and immediately, just as Stark got out of the way, the molten ground blasted open. Out of it, Yammy's dense burning spiritual energy, which seemed to glow even hotter, surged over thousands of feet into the air before pieces of condensed molten spiritual energy rained down from the sky and crashed across the entire district.

'Pilares De Devastacion...' The prima commented while cracking his knuckles. 'By sending my spiritual energy into the earth, I can unleash an explosion of my dense spiritual power to consume and burn my foes at over nine thousand degrees!'

Stark'sface then went pale, which Yammy took delight in seeing.

'And with that level of temperature and might, I will finally snuff you out for good!' The Prima then began to slam his fists repeatedly into the ground while Stark rapidly dashed across the battlefield to avoid the attacks, and soon, Yammy began to fill the entire district with dozens of them.

'You can run all you like, Coyote, but it is futile!' Yammy declared before summoning several burning pillars that surrounded Stark and pressed themselves together in an incircle wall of burning reiatsu and heat, trapping him.

'It's over!' Yammy roared in triumph before using sondio to appear right in front of his trapped foe and then began to charge a dark red energy orb from the tip of his black horn.

'Núcleo Carmesí' (Crimson Core) The Prima uttered and unleashed an enormous blast of energy that was so huge that it could be seen not just throughout the silver city but from the outer holds as well as it vaporized the dense reshi pillars and Stark himself. Before traveling upwards, puncturing another hole in the Sekkiseki barrier and traveling tens of thousands of feet into the air before disappearing, and when it was over, the only thing left of the area that trapped Stark was a vast burnt, melted crater.

Yammy then breathed heavily and then laughed. 'Now we have finally settled on who is the strongest,' he muttered with a strained breath and was just about to power himself down.

Until he felt an all too familiar presence all around him.

'You know I would be happy to admit that you are,' Stark's voice echoed around the area, much to Espada's disbelief.

'But that still doesn't mean I am going to allow you to kill me,' The cheeky man quipped before shimmering into view right in front of Yammy, no worse for wear.

'But...How!?' The Prima asked, dumbfounded, while Stark chuckled at him.

'Simple...' The flaming werewolf explains. 'While you were explaining how your Pilares De Devastacion worked. I made a double of myself to distract you while the other me was chilling by dispersing myself into the air.' Stark then looked at Yammy, continuing to breathe heavily. 'And not only that but using that Segunda Etap of yours along with your rage power at once has put a massive strain on your stamina.' He then focused his gaze on Yammy. 'Which means I can finally do this.'

Then, without warning, Coyote rushed into the Prima and merged his entire flaming body into him, burning him from the inside out. In contrast, the former Espada's flames weren't nearly as hot as his successor's burning spiritual pressure. Yet Yammy's insides lacked the resistance that his skin and armor provided.

But even then, the Prima refused to kneel.

'You think...that is enough to defeat me, Stark!' Yammy cried through his burning pain. 'This will only enrage me further, along with healing and empowering me. You are fighting a losing battle!'

Stark then remained silent and then sighed. 'That was always your problem, Yammy; you always focused on one opponent at a time when facing a group, and though you got better with that problem over the years. You still fall back into it whenever you get frustrated or enraged.'

Yammy then noticed five blue swords of reshi that surrounded him, and behind them was Jugram Hashwalf with his reformed claymore firm in his left hand. But the Prima laughed in defiance.

'So this your plan, to restrain and attack me while I am helpless? I told you it is pointless!' The Espada ranted in almost hysteria. 'No matter what assault any of you launch or what strategy either of you deploys in those bright ass heads of yours. 'I'll just tank it and become even more powerful-'

CRACK!'

Suddenly, Yammy felt the pieces of his leather armor pulled away from him, along with his claws and mighty horn.

'Sklaverei!?' The man cried out in confusion as his eyes widened in horror. 'But how!?'

'It's quite simple, Espada, ' Hashwalf explained. 'While it is true you Arrancars can use a technique to resist the Sklaverei by using your spiritual power to reinforce the bonds of the Resishi that composed your bodies. It still requires concentration, and now that you are busy fighting to prevent Stark from roasting you alive. Even the form of your Segunda Etapa is vulnerable to it.'

Yammy stood stunned as his second release was stripped entirely from him, leaving him in base form and nearly naked, and to his growing horror, the remnants of his transformation merged with the floating reshi swords that surrounded him, transforming them into smoldering molten blades.

'And because of that, you are not just facing down mine and Stark's power...but also the very power that has been taken from you.' The Grandmaster then stabbed his claymore into the ground and touched the top of its pommel with his left hand.

'Empyrianisch Sprengen' (Empyrean Blast)

Then, the moment Hashwalf spoke out the name of the technique, the Prima was consumed in a colossus explosion of bright red light that pierced through the clouds, went through the hole of the city barrier and up into the stratosphere itself, and radiated so brightly that it illuminated nearly the entire realm. While the Yammy screamed in pain far more significant than anything he had felt before.