The arena became hot and heavy from the sheer heat and intensity of the charging swirling swirl of fire between Bazz-Bs hands, waiting to be unleashed, while Stark stared and analyzed it.
'So that must be his ultimate attack, huh?' He mused in thought. 'Given the sheer concentration of spiritual energy within those flames and the blast radius that will follow afterward. I won't be able to dodge or swipe it away with my zanpakuto. Not unless I want to get myself fried.'
Stark then let out a tired breath. 'Seems I have no choice...'
The Arrancar then began to charge a single cero within the hollow hole below his neck, Illuminating the entire stadium with its light and power. 'I would only use a cero against guys who could spare on par with me. But in this case, that kid's final attack is the only thing that makes me warrant it' he then hardens his gaze and heart. 'I can only hope you will come out of this alive, Quincy.
Bazz-B stared at the charging cero and then smirked in dismissal.
'Stupid cocky bastard...' He mocked. 'You think something as simple as that can stop my greatest technique! One of which I put all my soul and heart into!?' the sternrriter then poured more of his strength into the swirl of fire. 'Well, I will show you...What happens to those who dare look down on me!'
Bazzard then launched his attack.
'FULL BURNING FINGERS!' He screamed out at the top of his lungs as a massive blazing cone of fire was unleashed from all ten of his fingertips—the flams burning with such insensitivity. The tiles of the arena floor were incinerated into ash when the massive torrent of fire passed over them.
Then as the flaming torrent of annihilation approached Stark, he unleashed his cero and countered it. Soon it became a power struggle as Bazz-B's Full Burning Fingers tried to overcome the former primia's Cero...Only for the fire cone to be overwhelmed instead.
'No...' Bazzard whispered to himself as he felt overwhelmed. 'I...can't lose here. Not to him, not in front of everyone!'
He then tried pouring more spiritual power into his ultimate attack. But in the end, it only seemed to delay the inevitable. As the Cero slowly and steadily pushes back the swirling flames.
'I can't lose,' Bazzard cried out in his head as fear and desperation began to consume him. 'For I am The great Bazz-B, the greatest of all the sternrriters, of all quinces! A man born directly from the knights who severed the first king himself!' He then poured more and more of his power into his fingers in vain, even as they began to burn themselves. 'If lose here, then it would be no different than when I...'
'Lost to me?'
Then to Bazz-B's shock, he saw the black prince Ichigo standing in front of the cero, looking down upon him with a cold and dismissive expression.
'Like so many other nobles, Bazzard, you confuse power with legacy and status with competence,' The man said harshly.
Then he began to walk up to the fearful Quincy. 'For all your life, you believed that you were the best because of your family, that you were entitled to everything the world had to offer' Ichigo then moved upright to Bazzard's face. 'And naturally, when faced with the reality, that wasn't the case, instead of accepting it and moving on. You go double down. Refusing to recognize your flaws and limitations.' The prince then looked at Cero and then Stark. '...or even your own mortality.'
Bazz-B then began to whimper as tears fell down his face. The truth was far too much for him to bear.
But even then, he still tried to act in defiance.
'You think...that I would accept...anyone looking down on me!?' The sternrriter challenged with a mad glare. 'As my pride and honor as a Quincy, I refuse it!'
Ichigo then smirked. '...like how you refused to accept being looked down on by your own family?'
Bazz-B then felt a cold chill running down his spine as the shadow of a great man wielding a black cane stood behind him. Staring down at the trembling sternrriter and invoking such fear that the former dared not turn around.
'Where was your honor and pride as a Quincy then?' Ichigo mocked
The once fiery sternrriter stood silent as all of his bravadoes vanished.
'You are a disgrace to your family Bazzard, a disgrace to the Quincy, and more than anything, a disgrace to yourself,' the black prince uttered with unforgiving contempt. 'The best thing for you to do now...is at least die with whatever dignity you have left.'
The images of Ichigo and the shadowed man then faded away. As Bazz-B once again faced down the Cero. Now only a few inches away from vaporizing him.
Only now, instead of seeing it as something to avoid. He saw it as something to be embraced...a release.
'Perhaps...' Bazzard thought as the Cero pushed the last of his flames away. '...that would be for the best.'
However, just as Quincy was about to accept his demise. A flash of ice suddenly froze the Cero solid and everything else within the field, and when Bazz-B looked up. He saw the masked Kyiv Jaguar standing between him and Stark with his left hand raised against the Arrancar.
