Coyote Stark breathed out a cigarette while leaning on a wall and looking out a broken window with the ruined Silver City in view.
'Damn...' Stark cursed. I knew Quincy needed help against old Barragan...but never thought they were this outmatched,' he commented while walking off from the wall and tossing his cigarette away. 'Because honestly, if I hadn't put down all these guys myself. There may not be enough Quincy left to do their jobs
He muttered while walking over a pile of dead Arrancar numbered in the dozens.
Then a lone survivor slowly raised his head to look at him in hatred.
'You...traitor,' the Arrancar spat. 'How...could betray your kind...for a group of Quinces!?'
Stark glared at the fallen enemy, turned around, and walked away. 'Because our kind isn't worth being loyal to,' he muttered bitterly before leaving the Arrancar to bleed out and die.
But as Stark did, he noticed a tremendous red light shining through the broken window, and his expression immediately became grim.
Later in the Upper Districts
Hashwalf breathed as he held his shield in front of him, which was now severely cracked and burned in enduring Yammy's Cero, which had a much more comprehensive range than a oscuras and far more potency than a grand ray. As everything from behind and around, the Grandmaster was reduced to cinders as far as the eye could see.
Save for Robert, who was behind his back.
'Grandmaster, are you still able to fight?' The elder asked, and Hashwalf nodded.
'I managed to use the balance to shift our fortune enough so that we may be able to survive the Cero' He then narrowed his eyes on the grinning Yammy. 'But I don't know if I can endure another strike.'
Robert then winded his eyes in concern and then sighed sternly. 'Then we need to take out that monster before he becomes any stronger' he then roses up and activated his holy form as a pair of wings hovered over his back and a halo over his head. 'I will cover you
Hashwalf then gave him a silent nod in agreement and placed his sword in front of his head.
'Providence of god!' He declared, and immediately the Grandmaster was engulfed in a massive pillar of light that absorbed the reshi around him, and when it dispersed, he was in his holy form.
The Young man's body was covered in an elegantly designed suit of armor with a falcon helm, Curass, gauntlets, and greaves. At the same time, two large feathery wings sprouted from his back, above his head a brilliant halo in the form of a disk, and his longsword was enlarged into a shining elegant claymore.
Yammy then chucked at the sight.
'So the high and mighty Grandmaster finally decided to go all out' He stretched his arms. 'We'll come at me then!' The Prima declared, and at first, Hashwalf seemed ready to take his challenge.
Only for Robert Acctrone to fly up from behind him, land aims both pistols at the Espada.
'Silberner Wirbel!' (Silver Vortex) he shouted and fired hundreds of thousands of bullets at Yammy, which all whirled around into a swirling cyclone at rapid speeds.
But the brute smirked as he launched his fist at the cyclone and unleashed a huge Bala. But to his surprise, his attack couldn't destroy the bullets, but all of them were beginning to glow even more brightly before drilling right through his attack!
However, before The Prima could do anything else, Hashwalf appeared behind him, and in agitation, Yammy fired another Bala from his other hand. But the grandmaster stood still and tanked it effortlessly, and a moment later, the Espada was suddenly covered with the burns of his attack. Then without letting up, Quincy swung his sword and forced Yammy to then to block it with both of his arms. But to the more prominent man's shock, the grandmaster's sword easily sliced through the limbs and cleaved a deep cut across his chest
Yammy, however, only smiled as he allowed his anger to power up, heal his wounds and regrow his arms. But then, right when he was about to attack his foe, he heard a crack as his Bala shattered, and the bullets struck and drilled into his skin, bypassing his heerio and making him grunt in pain, then right when he was distracted. Hashwalf then rushed up to him and raised his claymore as it glowed brightly with power.
Empyrean Divide..' he spoke calmly and then upon slicing down his sword on the Prima's head. It unleashed a Colossus beam of Spiritual power that stretched outward into the sky, departed the clouds, and was so huge that it could be seen throughout the entire silver city.
Then as the blast of Spiritual energy continued to burn brightly, Hashwalf's stared at its flames at the ready.
'My holy form extends my balance throughout my body and automatically employs my ability to myself and opponents without my impute to the highest degree. He was enabling me to receive the highest fortune in cutting through my opponent and deflecting any misfortune I take back upon them in an instant. While My Empyrean Divide Magnifies the fortune of my blade by ten times fold,' He then narrowed his eyes. 'If he were to survive any of that, then I am afraid that nothing less than deception will be able to kill him.'
Then as if to confirm his fears, Yammy stepped out of the flaming blast. Not only fully healed but transformed as well.
His mask became a main of horns that sprouted from his head. His lion clothes became fur that covered his lower body, and his chest became much broader and stocker like an ape's, on top of his spiritual power swelling up to even greater heights.
Sensing the danger, Robert then tried to use another technique on Yammy.
...Only for the man to suddenly appear right in front of him, much to the Sternritter's shock, and before he could even react, he was hit directly hit in the head and sent crashing into the ground.
'Robert!' Jurgram shouted, only to sense that Yammy was already at his right side.
'Don't you think you should be more worried for yourself?' He taunted and thrust his right fist at Hashwalf, who immediately blocked it with the flat side of his claymore and growled at his foe.
'You should say that more to yourself!' The grandmaster spat with venom and immediately slashed his sword at Yammy cutting through his stomach and drawing blood.
But the Prima only grinned as his wound quickly healed, and his power grew. 'Really? because it sure as hell doesn't look like it!' He challenged and then charged at Hashwalf.
The next instant, Grandmaster and Prima engaged in a rapid duel of fist and blade. With both struggling to overcome each other and as the battle went on, city blocks were leveled, and roads were uprooted for miles around them. It looked less like a fight and more like two raging storms clashing against one another and consuming everything in their path.
At first, Hashwalf seemed to have the lead with his more extraordinary fighting skill and his balance. Both bypass Yammy's means of defense and reflect any damage he could inflict on his foe right back at him.
However, as the fight dragged on and Yammy continued to grow stronger. The harder it became for Hashwalf to cut through Espada's Herrio, the wounds that were reflected upon became severe each time. While the Grandmaster's once magnificent armor became more cracked and dented, and his elegant claymore became more chipped and dull as its brilliant glow faded.
Then in a desperate attempt to strike a lethal blow on his seemingly unstoppable enemy, Hashwalf readied one of his most powerful moves and gathered all his Spiritual power, reshi in the air, from the ruined landscape and all the fortune he had left into his blade, which now shines so brightly that it illuminated the entire district around him like a blazing sun.
'Durchdringendes Urteil!' (Periecing Judgement!) He shouted out as he thrust his claymore with all of his might in hopes of piercing through the Espada's neck and spine, severing it and ending the battle once and for all.
...But Yammy blocked the technique with just his left hand, the tip of the blade barely going through his skin and drawing blood.
'What?' Jurgram spoke out, completely stunned before Yammy slammed his other fist into his head and smashed apart his helmet, revealing the man's face; while the Espada did receive reflective wounds from his attack, they were so minor that the latter didn't even bother to react to them.
'What do you mean what?' Yammy spat to the stun grandmaster. 'Don't tell me that throughout this entire fight, you were now starting to notice, or were you in denial?'
Hashwalf said nothing as Yammy continued.
'Oh sure, your ability the balance is useful, almost unbeatable when facing an opponent at your level or stronger,' he explained before glaring down at Quincy. 'But like any other spiritual ability, it becomes less effective the more there is a difference of power between your opponent and you
Jurgram then gripped his fists. 'Even so, my balance stills-
'Manipulates fortune and misfortune, yes,' Yammy cut off. 'But fortune and misfortune, ultimately at the end of the day, are things that can only happen when they are possible to happen within cause and effect' He then began to walk towards Hashwalf. 'Basically, you were trying to outbalance a stone constantly growing in weight by leaning the scale to your side. Even when it becomes less and less possible to do so to the point...that it just becomes impossible'
He then chucked. 'In short, the difference between us is so great now that it is no longer possible for you to even harm me seriously, let alone fatally.'
Jurgram then widened his eyes, stunned, and lowered his head in defeat.
'He is right...'Hashwalf thought in despair. 'My balance can only turn the tide of battle in my favor unless it was possible, to begin with. For despite all the fortune and misfortune in the world...It can only take one so far
Yammy then raised his right hand and began to charge another cero. But Hashwalf didn't bother to defend himself.
'And because of that arrogance, I underestimated the enemy before me and failed' he then looked at the Cero and closed his eyes. 'Your Majesty...and my fellow Quincy' the Doom blast then about to launch. 'Forgive me...'
Then suddenly, a blue cero shot the one that Yammy was about to fireāmuch to both the fallen Grandmaster and The Prima's shock.
'Yo Yammy,' a familiar voice called out while entering the battlefield.
He was Coyote Stark now in his reaction form, which consisted of white pants, a vest, and a fur-collared shirt with long tails, a left skull eye patch on his eye with a black and tailed headband over his forehead, and wielded two twin pistols. One of them left one smoking.
'It's been a while,' he Addressed the Prima, who bared his teeth delightfully.
