tampered | Log; Complete

When; Jan. 7th
Rating; PG-13 for violence and sexual type jibes
Characters; Cirucci {

good_and_proper}
Summary; Cirucci takes Matsumoto-sama up on her offer to spar with Aizen-sama's permission, both women... do not get along, let's just say that.
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The 105th Arrancar was out for blood.

She wanted to kill, to main, to rip, and tear and disembowel. But she couldn't. With this truce in place, she still didn't know why, she knew Aizen-sama and the ones gathered here could take the shinigami without problems, she could do nothing. Had to "play nice" with the people she had been made to kill. It was almost unbearable. How Grimmjow and Ulquiorra were still sane she did not know.

The Privaron sported a few bruises still. Finger marks lined the delicate skin of her throat and arm, bottom lip slightly swollen, but it was hard to tell, they were full to begin with. Needless to say, Grimmjow had not been in the best of moods, but then again, they fucked, they didn't make love. Cirucci only shrugged, Golondrina already in her fingertips. Despite her confidant attitude, she was slightly concerned, though she'd never show it. She'd shed her wings, her feathers, before coming. ... She didn't know if she wanted them back or not.

The sun of the desert annoyed her, but the brightness usually did. The bare open of the desert vaguely reminded her of Hueco Mundo however, which comforted. However, she knew the minute she caught sight of Matsumoto-sama she would be filled only with rage.

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She could feel the power expanding; surging through her as her reiatsu flared, a silver-blue aura around her. A flash of pain shot down from her now bloody shoulder, but she pushed it aside and focused her will and power into the spirit of her zanpakutou. Haineko's particles glowed with bright white light before constricting around their target.

Rangiku reached into the light, hand grasping for the cero aimed at her. She was taking a risk, but with the extra power, she had to try.

Cirucci hissed, a sharp intake of breath at the tightening of the ash's grip on her, some beginning to break further through her hierro and go deeper, cutting deeper, more painfully, where her skin was weakest, around the edge of her wing joints and shoulders. Willing the cero to charge faster, the Privaron dug her tail's reiatsu blade in, pushing, pushing, even as she finally felt the power curl outward from her palm.

There. With a cry of triumph Cirucci fired the cero off, feeling the brief touch of the other woman's arm against her palm before the reiatsu exploded outward.

A growl tumbled from her lips; half pain, half anger. Haineko answered it with a growl of her own, bearing down even tighter on Cirucci. The cero blast had been partially deflected by the extra reiatsu, but what was left had seared into her skin, making her grit her teeth. Her body swung around, aiming a vicious kick at the lower body of the Privaron.

The kick she was not expecting. The Privaron flew back, arm finally ripped free from the shinigami's grip, plowing through the sand and rolling until the tail finally grabbed something under the surface and stopped her movement. Cirucci stood as quickly as she was able, wiping blood from her face and surveying the damage, already gathering up another cero blast in her palm, reiatsu blade snapping restlessly.

"Those were from Ulquiorra and Hinamori Momo." She managed to croon sweetly, hiding the pain the ash had dealt her. "Requests fulfilled."

Rangiku was on top of her in an instant, shunpyo carrying her to Cirucci's side as quickly as she could. "Shut UP," she hissed, tones of Haineko carrying over in her voice. Her hand moved to grab for her throat, fury driving her to choke whatever life the Privaron had in her. The ash dissipated, coalescing back into the blade now in her free hand. The mark flared again, red this time.

Cirucci allowed herself to be caught, intentionally not using her sonido to escape. This was what she'd wanted. Blind fury, she herself had barely avoided it. The collection of the ask back into sword form she wanted as well, and got it. Her voice was choked back, bruises welling beneath the vices fingers to match ones she already had, though she managed to choke out.

"Say mercy, Matsumoto-sama." The Privaron's hand reached out to grip the taller woman's cut shoulder, the cero still charging, nearly ready, in her palm, knowing the shinigami could feel the sheer force waiting to be released. In addition, the flexible body of her Hollow form, feathers filled with sand particles, began coiling itself around Rangiku's body, the blade on the end nipping at her along the way, almost taunting, digging in here, a little there, more here.

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