Lifeline

Much had happened since Oliver’s previous mission. While his father had been very...dissatisfied with how Oliver handled the large crowd of party, there was no denying that he had handled the Hollow very well. It had only taken him a mere 20 Minutes to land a killing blow, not his most impressive time but he had a good reason for it. That damned bount ruined what could have been a clean kill. Yet his father almost seemed more impressed with the fact that Oliver had spared it. It mattered little now however, Oliver had finally gotten what he wanted: Freedom to Hunt. No more waiting for assignments or being restricted. It was the perfect time as well, judging by the immense power he sensed in the distance.

An enormous figure slowly rose over the city scape, Almost as tall as many of the surrounding skyscrapers. Only those with a strong enough Reiryoku would be able to even see it, resulting in mass panic from the weaker denizens below. Being on the 20th floor of a high end restaurant gave him a wonderful view of the whole catastrophe. This would be the largest Hollow Oliver had ever taken on. Soon it would be the largest Hollow he had ever killed. The Quincy rose from his seat and walked to a window, kicking it hard enough to shatter it utterly. The sudden noise not only scared the other customers, but brought their attention to the destruction which slowly came closer.

“I would suggest leaving, everyone. It’ll only get worse from here” He said to them all before giving a grin and falling out the window. The air around him would slowly glow blue, painting across his body in broad strokes until he was completely covered in a shining blue light. Moments before landing, the light would burst and reveal Oliver in a set of white plated armor. Completely unhindered by the armor, Oliver burst forward through the streets until he eventually found the Menos. He’d lift his cross up to the Menos and launch a quick bolt towards the Menos, which would glance off harmlessly. That wasn’t a surprise given the power of the creature. But something in the air was… Strange. There was someone else. Oliver scouted the air before spotting a man hopping across the rooftops, swiftly he’d run up the building to intercept the man.

“Who the hell are you?” Oliver asked abruptly as the Menos smashed it’s fist where the quincy had once been standing.

Lady Arcadia

Oliver's eye twitched as this "Amadeo" unintentionally insulted him. How dare he assume that a Proud and Powerful Quincy could ever be comparable to a Shinigami. Oliver had barely just kept himself from firing a shot at the man, instead raising his bow at the Menos and firing a volley to get out his anger. After doing so he hopped to another roof and looked over at Amadeo. The man was not a Shinigami, as he would have realized what Oliver was. He lacked the Hollow Reiatsu which all Fullbringers and Arrancar had, and he wasn't using a Doll like a Bount. It was safe to assume the man was either a Plus or a High Spec Human, maybe aligned with Soul Society given his questioning. Either way, he would serve as nothing more than an unneeded obstacle in this battle.


"If you're working with the Shinigami, I can see why you're struggling so much with this pest. The Shinigami always liked allying themselves with pathetic weaklings…" The sound of destruction echoed as the Menos smashed the building Oliver was previously standing on. "Listen here, Amadildo or whatever the hell your name is: This is my kill. Don't get in my way" 


Oliver hopped towards the Menos in a single leap, grasping its black robe and pulling himself up. The intention was to reach its mask and fire a high powered bolt point blank. It would probably take more than one shot to take it down, but it would be heavily damaging nonetheless. Assuming that fool didn't interfere, this would be a fairly quick and simple affair. After about a minute or so of climbing Oliver finally reached the creature's shoulder. Before he could raise his bow to meet it, however, its mouth would suddenly snap open as a large red orb began to form. 


Lady Arcadia

As soon as Oliver saw the Cero forming, he had launched the drawn bolt at the creature’s face in the hopes of stunning it. Once more it would bounce off the mask and dissipate into the air, harmless as ever. The Cero, however, was fully powered up and launched directly at Oliver, who had already jumped off the creature’s shoulder to escape from the blast. Quickly he’d launch himself to the side, barely getting caught by the blast on the side. Whatever armor the beam touched would instantly be vaporized, leaving behind blackened spots of flesh which were excruciatingly painful. The power of the blast sent Oliver spinning and crashing into a nearby building.

Something had been hurt much worse than Oliver’s burnt flesh. It was his pride. Never in his life as a quincy had he been so easily taken down by a Hollow before, nor had he ever met a Hollow which could just shrug off his attacks. It infuriated him to no end. The Quincy stood up abruptly and pushed the rubble to his side, ignoring the now bleeding burn marks. Without a word he lifted his bow and began to launch a constant stream of arrows at the hollow. He was launching them so many so fast that the armor which protected his fingers was beginning to wear down, blood slowly leaking from his fingers. It didn’t seem to perturb the Quincy as he continued to launch the stream of arrows. Every single one continued to bounce off the Menos, or just have no effect at all.

“Why...why won’t you die…” He muttered to himself as he struggled to keep the barrage up until his drawing arm finally gave out. The creature looked down at him, almost mockingly. Another Cero began to power up as Oliver simply watched. He was suppose to be the most powerful within the Javier Family, how could he take over if he couldn’t even take down a single Menos? Was this why his father wouldn’t let him out for so long? Because he knew he would fail? The Quincy gritted his teeth in anger and lifted up his bow, drawing back another shot as the Cero reached its firing point. If he wasn’t strong enough to take it down, then he would at least die fighting it.

Lady Arcadia

Oliver was nearly blinded by the Cero as it fired towards him. He was prepared for it, the burning which would most assuredly be followed by the feeling of nothingness. What would happen if he died? For all his knowledge on the afterlife, such information seemed to evade him. Suddenly he would feel himself being yanked to the side, nothing but bright white filling his vision. This was it, the end of Oliver Bardon Javier…

That was until he was dropped to the ground, a snide remark bringing Oliver back to the land of the living. The man had decided to save him… Oliver clenched his fist, trying his damndest to keep from punching the man. Most people would be thankful for being saved, he understood this, but Oliver didn’t want to be saved. If he was to die in battle, then he should die. It is the fate of those too unskilled and too weak. Now he owed his life to this complete stranger. Oliver had made himself a fool…

Slowly he would stand and grasp his arm, looking over at the Menos. What else did he have to lose at this point?

“It’s Reiatsu is too powerful, neither of us are strong enough to damage it. Maybe…” Oliver glanced down at his cross for a moment. “If we can manage to attack it in a single spot, with all we have, we may be able to pierce it’s Reiatsu” Oliver stated in an almost deadpan voice. Was he really going to ask this man for help? The thought of it made him ill. “The attacks will have to be pinpoint accurate. Even then we may not be able to harm it before it can recover… It will require an immediate follow-up attack. Think you can handle that, gode?”

Lady Arcadia