Warren Sharpe

IN THE BEGINNING-
It is said that before the time of knights and kings in the middle ages, that the Sharpe family was a line of great warriors they were a bloodthirsty and power hungry bunch of savages until one of their own rose against them, his name was Gabriel Sharpe. There are many legends saying that Gabriel was in fact the arch angel Gabriel but many played the rumors off as superstition. Gabriel had grown tired of his families savage and murderous way and decided to revolt against them. Gabriel enlisted the help of his two brothers who he knew cared for their family as much as he did. Gabriel chose to raise against his family in order to save them from their own destruction and in doing so a war broke out that shook the very earth. The great war lasted for 3 years with each side taking major loses, On once cold morning, Gabriel awoke and stepped out of his tent, looking at the destruction he had caused, brought him great pain. The Condition of the land, the looks on the faces of his soldiers, and even the mounds of bodies that littered the battle field, made for a disgusting and brutal sight. Gabriel looked at the destruction and knew he was no better than his power hungry relatives. That night Gabriel prayed for the strength to not be consumed by the darkness within him, he asked for the strength to defeat his family and rid the world of their evil.

When Gabriel woke in the morning he found a beautifully crafted and elegant sword that gave off a holy aura, it even sang as it cut through the air. Gabriel knew his prayers had been answered and that this sword was his key to victory, Gabriel took up the sword and marched into battle that day, just as Gabriel had imagined, the sword had somehow made a difference, it struck fear in the hearts of his savage relatives and instilled his men with hope. Gabriel won the war that very day. With the war over and his relatives dead, Gabriel swore to never raise his sword again, Instead he would set his sights on building a kingdom for his brothers and soldier who all fought admirably for him. Sadly Gabriel wouldn’t get to see the fruits of his labor as a few days after the war Gabriel vanished from the face of the earth. As a tribute to their heroic Brother, Gabriel’s brothers saw to it that the construction of Gabriel’s castle and proud kingdom came to life and got completed. Gabriel’s wife gave birth to a boy a few months into the castles construction. the kingdom was constructed and the Sharpe family soon gained a name for themselves and the story of Gabriel was passed down from generation to generation.

Now turn the clock forward about an hundred years and we are met with the birth of a feared warrior and mighty king, we now take a look into the life of Warren Sharpe the father of James, Robert, and Sebastian.

THE BIRTH OF THE BOY KING-
Now not to say Warren was made king at an early age, it was just apparent from the day of his birth, that the kingdom would receive a leader that was going to change things forever, not to say Warren’s father was a bad leader, but lets just say during the rule of Raphael, the kingdom had seen it’s share of dark times and they felt within them that the birth of Warren was a sigh of a new beginning. The child was born in the highest tower of the castle, a tower that was built as a shrine to Gabriel Sharpe. Raphael, Warren’s father, saw this as the birthplace of his son, he himself knew that his son would be great and what better way to prove it than a birth in the shine of their beloved ancestor. The nigh of Warren’s birth, there was a terrible storm that swept the land, the rain fell hard, fast, and heavy, the winds blew fast and ferociously, and lightning danced across the sky. Now many would have seen this as a bad omen, a sign of bad things to come however, the people of the kingdom saw this as the remaining darkness of an era being washed away…..boy were they in for a surprise.

A DEMON IN THE MAKING-
Since day one, Warren proved to be a handful, and things wouldn’t get easier for his parents from here on out. Then again it was probably their fault that Warren turned out the way he did, you see, Raphael knew the importance of his sons birth and wanted to do what he could to ensure his son became the true king that everyone hoped he would be, Raphael’s wife saw things the same way and as a result, Warren was spoiled from birth. Since Warren had been spoiled all his life, he expected things to go his way, he would often argue or disagree with his mother when he didn’t want to do something, and when Raphael tried to prepare Warren to take his place, Warren would act uninterested and bored.

The lack of enthusiasm and lack of respect from his son led Raphael to point the finger at no one else but himself, he knew he had to correct this mistake and Raphael was a rather clever person, he turned to the one thing that kept him in line and it would soon be the one thing kept Warren in check as well. Warren wasn’t prepared for what his father was about to do, and he quickly realized that he no longer could get away with being spoiled, how you ask? Simple Raphael enlisted his one and only son into the army, the one place that would not put up with Warren’s attitude or selfish was, or so they were instructed.

The general of the army was a seasoned vet and had spent many years at Raphael’s side, he was slightly disgusted with the way the prince had turned out and seeked to straighten him out. When every the young prince spoke out or tried to act improperly, he was punished without mercy, the old general had a way of getting people to do as he said and Warren soon learned that if he wanted to survive the army he would have to change his ways. Now it’s not clear if Warren was trained harder than the rest due to his fathers request or if this was simply a way to prepare him for thing to come, regardless of the true reason, Warren’s military career would be one soaked in blood and praised by many, including the respect of his father. Raphael was so blinded by his pride that he failed to see what he had forced his son to become, it was to late to turn back now, the beast within Warren had awakened and it seemed as though nothing would stop it from doing as it pleased.

BEASTS AND OTHER SCARY TRUTHS- by the time Warren had reached the age of 18, three years into his life as a soldier, he had claimed countless lives and conquered many neighboring towns in the name of his father. The people of the kingdom watched as their small flame of hope was extinguished by that of their failing king. Raphael paid no heed to the rumors of an uprising, he felt that his rule was absolute and forced the people of the kingdom to realize who they were dealing with. Warren was soon called from the front lines back to his home in order to send a message to those who dared to think about rising against Raphael. Warren had become the perfect warrior in his fathers eyes but, he finally realized what he had turned his son into.

Warren had left the castle in the middle of the night and headed to a pub within the kingdom walls, the crowd that night was particularly rowdy and picked the wrong person to mess with. They began to speak ill of Raphael and Warren and soon the rage couldn’t be suppressed, Warren exploded with rage and power and began to ruthlessly beat down the people within the pub, he wouldn’t stop at just the ones speaking ill of him, oh no, he then set his sights on a hooded figure who had just entered the bar. Warren turned on this person but was caught off guard by how well the person defended themselves, Warren saw an opening however and took it, sending the hooded figure to the ground. Warren hovered over the body in his blind rage and yelled out “IS THERE NO ONE ELSE!!!” his words quickly fell silent as he recognized the face of the hooded figure, he had struck down his very own father, though he was only unconscious and not dead, Warren quickly snapped out of his trance and began to panic. Warren was relieved to see his father wake up. Raphael looked upon his son with disappointed eyes, though Warren had no idea that it wasn’t him that Raphael was disappointed but rather, the king felt Disappointed in himself.

Later that night Raphael summoned Warren to the king’s library, there he pulled out very large book, that required all of Raphael’s strength to carry. Warren looked on in amazement, he had never seen such a large book in all his life. Raphael placed the book down on a desk and told his son to begin reading it. Warren was puzzled by his fathers words but, he did as he was told and as he read, his father told him the story of how their family came to be. During this retelling of such an ancient tale, Warren realized that he could no longer carry on the way he did, he had to straighten out his ways and honor his families great pride, he would have to be the example by which people looked up to.

KING FOR THE AGES-
since that night in the king’s library, Warren had gotten himself together and managed to keep his rage in check, he continued to lead his life as a prince and a great warrior, defending his home with pride, he never once lost control of himself and constantly reminded himself of the sacrifices Gabriel had made so long ago to ensure the survival of the Sharpe name. Warren matured into a fine young man, by this time he was well mannered, kind, protective, and above all else, he was about to be crowned as King. For the young man there was only one thing to do, find a bride. Warren knew in his heart that there was only one person he truly loved, she was a childhood friend of Warren’s, and the only person he ever respected back then. Yes, Isabella Restault, later to be known as Isabella Sharpe, queen and loving mother. Isabella was the only person who saw what Warren had become and believed that he could change, she was a headstrong woman and never gave up hope.

Isabella excepted Warren’s proposal and married him two days before he was to be crowned and named king. The day of Warren’s crowning, a large and over exaggerated party was held to commemorate the event, Warren had managed to win back the approval of the people who only saw his triumph over his inner demons as a true sign of greatness. The people willingly excepted Warren as their king and anxiously awaited the time that he would take over, which wasn’t far off considering his father had fallen ill and would die a few days after Warren was named king.

Warren went to work, repairing not only the damage he had caused but also the damage his father has caused during his time as king. The first of Warren’s biggest moves was to return the land that he had conquered while he was in the army, this was but a stepping stone in unifying the county and getting everyone to coincide with each other. Warren didn’t stop there, though he felt no need to engage in war with other nations, he knew that word of his plans to unify the country would travel fast and raise some alarms, this led him to form treaties and alliances with neighboring countries as well as build up his army in the unlikelihood of an attack. Warren’s vast knowledge and strategic thinking made sure no one dared to oppose him or his allies. Many people saw what Warren was doing as a sign that he was truly the one to lead them into times of peace, rumor began to spread that Warren was Gabriel reincarnated. These rumors were far from the truth, Warren knew better than anyone, that he was still an animal within, hungry for battle but soon the beast within Warren would be pacified.

THREE GIFTS AND THE BEGINNING OF A NEW ERA-
As Warren aged so did his kingdom, it seemed to be a tragedy that played out over the course of Sharpe history, a king would be born, rise to power, gain the favor of his people and then slowly disappear into nothingness. Warren wasn’t about to let that happen, he kept all the promises he made to the people and ensured that they were happy, this is the one thing that made Warren stand out, he didn’t rule with an iron fist, instead he ruled alongside his people and gave them some choice as to what they wanted. Warren was approaching thirty and fast, this was around the same age that Raphael died and so far Warren had yet to produce any heirs to his throne. His prayers would be answered however and when he finally reached the age of thirty he was given the gift of his first born son, James. It was the birth of James that finally settled Warren the great warrior king down, Warren vowed at the birth of his first son, that he would never left his sword again unless the safety of his kingdom was in jeopardy. Someone was pleased with this news and Warren soon received two more sons, both of which were born five years apart, James the oldest was at least ten by the time Robert was born, and by then he had learned of the families history and had received first hand training from his father, in both combat and schooling. Warren was pleased with the outcome of his children, none of them seemed to harbor the same rage that he did, none of them were to spoiled, and none of them disrespected their parents, they were perfect in Warren’s eyes.

There was one problem and Warren spotted it right away and hoped to take care of it. Warren had realized something about his son Robert, there were similarities to Warren as a child, that Robert possessed, it wasn’t hard to believe considering Robert by his point was actually Warren’s favorite son. Warren chose to spend the most time with Robert hoping that his son would not turn out the way he did, but Warren’s efforts would all be in vein. By the time all of Warren’s children where in their teens, they had all proven to be worthy successors to Warren, this dilemma would have to be resolved and soon for Warren had chosen to name his successor while he was alive instead of when he was on his deathbed. This said Warren’s quick thinking helped him solve his problem, he spent more time with each of his sons and studied their habits, attitudes, and interests. Warren was certain that Sebastian, his youngest son would be the best option, he was a hard worker, never asked for handouts from his parents, he was very respectful, and was a great soldier.

ENTER THE DECIEVER-
Warren had made his decision and it was time to name his successor, every throughout the kingdom knew that Sebastian was hands down the best choice, they were certain that Warren would name him the successor, and wouldn’t you know it, he did however, Sebastian kindly declined his father’s nomination and instead asked to become the general of the military instead. Warren was not surprised by his son, he knew each of them to well and was in fact prepared for this moment, he accepted Sebastian’s request and then turned to his two remaining sons. In his mind Warren wanted to nominate his son Robert, due to the fact of how much alike they were but that was the problem, Warren instead picked James to the surprise of Robert who stormed out of the castle infuriated by his father’s choice.
That night Warren was alone in his study looking over some documents when a knock came on the door, it was Alaster baring a try with two cups of tea, he said he was there to apologize for his action earlier and offered to sit with his father and just talk, little did Warren know that the cup of tea he drank was actually poisoned and that night Alaster ran away for good. In the morning a scream ripped through the kingdom and a wave of sadness over took its citizens, Warren had died that night in his sleep and left behind a grief stricken wife and a very young king.

WANDERING SOUL OF A BELOVED KING-
To be completely honest Warren was unaware that he had passed in his sleep, you see, Warren had awoken in the middle of the night but was unaware that he was dead, his soul wandered trough the castle’s vast corridors and he eventually made his way into the streets of the surrounding city. Warren passed a few drunken fools as they stepped out of the pub and as they were about to pass right through Warren, he side stepped them and spoke “what where your walking.” his words fell on def ears considering he was already dead. It never clicked to Warren as he passed by a few night owls during his stroll that he went completely unnoticed and as the sun rose a new chapter of his life would begin.

A scream ripped through the kingdom as Isabella woke to the site of her dead husband’s body, his corpse laid perfectly still as she looked upon him with grief-stricken and tear filled eyes. As the distinct sound of Isabella’s voice reached Warren’s ears he rushed as fast as he could to protect her, thinking that someone was trying to kill Warren and instead found his wife, but this was not the case and what Warren saw as he entered the room nearly made him die again, if that was possible. The soul of the freshly departed King stood over the lifeless body, confused as to what he was seeing. There was a mix of emotions as Warren looked at what was his living body, he was so perplexed at first that he didn’t notice the chain of fate hanging from his chest. The next few years, Warren spent looking over his family, there was nothing he could do to help them, but that fact that he could see them made his after life seem a bit less harsh. Warren wondered why he had yet to pass, he was beginning to suspect that he had not lived a good enough life and was being punished by having to wander the earth forever, as he became more and more accustomed to his life as a soul he began to notice the appearance of nasty looking things, beasts that were invading the castle at night and feasting on the souls of the dead.

Warren wasn’t about to stand by and let this happen, he did everything he could to protect the souls but, the hollows seemed to have the upper hand or at least they did until Warren began to get his fighting spirit back. Warren became so enraged with the hollows that his spiritual pressure began to skyrocket, setting off several alarms in Soul Society, the pressure Warren was emitting was so immense it crushed the hollows with Warren having to lift a finger. The shinigami sent to inspect the source of the pressure were surprised to see only a single soul standing in the area, it wasn’t another soul reaper and it wasn’t that of a hollow, nope, it was Warren. Impressed with this display of power the shinigami preformed a soul burial on Warren and sent him to Soul Society.

CAPTAIN IN NO TIME-
Upon Warren’s arrival in Soul Society, he was personally greeted by Genryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto, who saw great potential in the former king. Furthermore, Warren was instructed and advised to become a shinigami. Warren wasn’t sure how to receive all of this, was he imagining things or was he really experiencing all of this. Whatever was going on Warren was going to make the best of it and kindly excepted Yamamoto’s invitation to become a shinigami. Warren was one of the first shinigami to join the shinigami academy, of course by this point, Warren had be a soul reaper for a while and had quickly managed to achieve his shikai, Warren’s ability to pick things up quickly caused Yamamoto to wonder if Warren was worthy of becoming a captain. During a routine patrol of the human world Warren was put to the test, he was given a small group of shinigami to lead and while on patrol the group was attacked by a group of hollows, these hollowed however where different than the ones Warren had encountered on previous occasions, these savage beasts boasted a enormous spiritual pressure to them and posed a threat to Warren and his men. Warren wasn’t about to let something like these beasts be the end of him, he quickly took charge of his men and began to think of ways to bring down these creatures, he knew that this time his sheer power would not be enough, he kept his calm and in turn this put many of the accompanying shinigami at ease, they followed his orders with out question and Warren’s strategies combined with his power and the power of those around him overcame the hollows until all the remained was one, the head honcho, the hollow of all hollows. Warren stared the thing down, it seemed more human like then hollow, but no matter what it was Warren was going to end it.

Warren ordered his men to fall back, this beast was dangerous but it was about to collide with a force that would be its undoing. The shinigami followed Warren’s orders and retreated back to the soul society. Now it was a fight one on one, Warren was about to begin the very battle that would decide his fate in the Gotei 13. He engaged the hollow and quickly took note of it’s ability to think freely unlike the mindless beasts before it, this hollow was fast, agile, strong, and clever, but Warren was not to be out done. As the fight went on Warren began to lose, the hollow was regenerating every cut inflicted upon it and at the same time it was dishing out the beating to Warren, who only had one option to overcome his impending doom. Warren for the first time felt like he was going to lose, no, he wouldn’t let that happen, he had to reach deep down inside and muster up all the strength he could, it was at this defining moment in Warren’s life as a shinigami that he reawakened something that should have remained hidden. Warren erupted with energy and went on a rampage as he began to not hold back, the hollow was thrown off guard by this sudden eruption of power and could do nothing but be overcome by Warren’s undeniable strength.

LIFE INSIDE A PRISON? NOT ANY MORE-
Warren returned from his battle with the hollows, a hero, he was praised for his determination as well as his display of power, something that didn’t sit to well with Yamamoto. Yamamoto was very wise and could see trouble ahead for the future captain, he would have to be monitored and made sure not to lose control. This said Warren served as a captain for quite some time but, he had doomed himself that day and had once again awaked the demon within, there was defiantly no going back now. It seemed to happen in an instant and Warren only vaguely remembers the encounter or transformation but one day Warren got to meet his personal devil face to face. Warren was on the verge of becoming one of the first captain’s to advance into the legendary squad zero however the storm brewing within his soul would ensure that Warren never set foot in soul society ever again. Warren’s transformation took place during the night in his sleep, what eh thought was a dream at first turned out to be him inside his inner world. It was dark, almost pitch black as if something had taken over him, the was a cold chill in the air and Warren wandered alone, with the feeling that he was being followed, no sooner did Warren confirm his theory, a large and beastly looking creature appeared before him, body as pitch as the night sky, a mask whiter than the stars that filled the sky and eyes so full of hatred they glowed an eerie red. The beast towered over Warren, razor sharp teeth dripping with salvia as the creature imagined the taste of devouring such a powerful soul. Before Warren could even speak, the beast let out a defining roar and charged blindly at Warren. Immediately Warren had a flash back to the night of the incident in the pub when he lashed out at everyone in anger and even attacked his own father. Warren’s hand began to shake as he realized what was headed right for him, his rage and bloodlust and manifested into the very creatures he hunted down, he was about to be consumed by his own rage. Just then Warren heard a scream that snapped him out of his trance, he looked up at his inner hollow and let out a yell, it was time to face his worst enemy……himself.

With a massive boom within the inner world, the hollow and Warren collided, the two waging a war on each other that had been played out many times before, only now, there was no one to hold the beast back except for Warren. Again Warren found himself playing victim to his own emotions, the beast fed on them as if they were all appetizers leading up to the main course. The beast took the time to taunt Warren, telling him that he wanted to give in to the hate, and the rage, and the bloodlust, the beast only looked to provoke Warren further only to empower itself, this would be it’s undoing.

Warren rose from one knee after being knocked down and stared his demon in the face and smirked, confused by what Warren was doing, the beast went in for the kill, or so it thought, in one quick motion Warren lashed out with his sword just when his inner hollow least expected it and sliced at it, cutting off it’s right arm. The inner hollow struck the ground and looked back and Warren and began to shake a bit, it begged or it’s life and even Warren’s zanpakutou spoke to Warren explaining to potential behind letting the inner hollow live. Convinced that his own worst characteristics could work to serve him, Warren allowed the inner hollow to live, so long as it knew it’s place. The Hollow agreed and once the battle was over Warren awoke, only to find that he had made his way out side of Soul Society’s walls. Warren then knew that there was no going back and seeked to rebuild his life in the world of the living. He eventually met the other vizards and decided to join them.

Sia was now walking down the halls of Las Noches looking for something to do. She had not seen any arrancar around, but wanted to train, by herself. A little company would be fine to talk to, but not fighting wise. All she wanted to do for now is try to master her roses fully, & not fight if she needed to with them being weak. She sighed gently concentrating on if she could hear anyone or anything around her, nothing. She did not sense anything either. Yawning slightly covering her mouth she continued walking along the hallways until she came in a large training room.

Sighing gently she put one hand to the side as many black roses cracked from the ground & began loosing their pedals. The pedals soon after flew above Sia's hand began to make a large axe. The axe was colored in a black with golden details. Soon, the axe fell to her hand & she caught it perfectly. It weighed of 100 men & was 13 feet long & 2 feet wide around the bar. The blade itself was 4 feet long, & silver. the pedals then soon made a thick chain hanging from the bottom of the axe's handle. Placing the bar of the axe on her shoulder she sighed gently digging in her hair slightly.

As she did this she picked out a small red seed. Allowing it to feed off of her energy until it had grown a thick limb, she tossed it to the ground allowing it to grow. Now she had no control over it, & it was her opponent. As it grew it grew multi thick stems each leading to a large mouth with large pointed teeth. As this happened the mask on the side of her cheek bone began growing over her shoulder in spikes. Afterwards the plant cried a loud battle cry & quickly moved at Sia at a amazing speed.

She jumped up easly beging to twirl the axe which was much larger than her around the air making the wind incurrence ten-fold & the OJegi abit slower. As she swung it she started tossing the chain in the other & back & forth like a baton teasing the plant. She then jumped forward flipping over it & cutting off a few of it's thick stems. Landing on her feet softly with the axe still swinging in the air the red plant sprouted from the earth right in front of her & striked at her. Quickly reacting she swing her leg into it cutting it off then jumping forward. Alaster sighed as he sat in his room staring blankly at the ceiling “this is just pathetic…..is there nothing to do in this place besides walk around?” Alaster rose from his bed and kicked the door to his room off its hinges out of boredom, he exited the room looking at the door and smirking he then turned and walked down the nearest hallway.

After about half an hours worth of wandering the halls of Los Noches Alaster could here a banging in the distance and smirked “someone’s busy” he said to himself as he made his way towards the training room.
Once there he noticed he was actually above the room in a spectating area, without giving any hints that he was there Alaster made his way to a hole in the wall and watched the young arrancar girl train.
*not bad for a kid* he thought to himself as he continued to watch the girl train. Alaster sighed as he sat in his room staring blankly at the ceiling “this is just pathetic…..is there nothing to do in this place besides walk around?” Alaster rose from his bed and kicked the door to his room off its hinges out of boredom, he exited the room looking at the door and smirking he then turned and walked down the nearest hallway.

After about half an hours worth of wandering the halls of Los Noches Alaster could here a banging in the distance and smirked “someone’s busy” he said to himself as he made his way towards the training room.
Once there he noticed he was actually above the room in a spectating area, without giving any hints that he was there Alaster made his way to a hole in the wall and watched the young arrancar girl train.
*not bad for a kid* he thought to himself as he continued to watch the girl train. Alaster began to applaud the girl, it wasn’t often that Alaster had made his way to the training room so in a way he never got to see the other arrancar and espada train. Alaster jumped down from his spot and landed with a small thud as he hit the ground floor. “not bad kid.” he said with a smile Alaster walked towards the girl slowly and smirked “that’s some power you got there…do you think it could keep up with and espada?”

Alaster wasn’t saying this to intimidate the girl nor did he have the intention of killing her, the truth was it has been a very long time since Alaster had fought or even trained and he was actually looking forward to sparing with the girl. “come on I’ll go easy on you….I need to train anyways” Alaster jumped back a good distance and stood still looking at the girl and waiting for a response. Sill looking to the ground calming herself her eyes were still a bit black with a small smile on her lips soon dulling to a bored expression again. "& to think, I just changed back..." saying this softly she brushed off her dress slightly & turned around walking over to the red seed, picking it up, then placing it in her hair hidden. Turning back to the male her eyes their original emerald color as she said softly, "I really do not like fighting others. I only think I am good at healing is all." she sighed gently then continued, "I was only practicing to take control of my roses fully."

Sighing again she looked to the ground where a medium sized black rose had grown by her foot & picked it from the ground. "& I think I did it..." she said softly before bring it up under her nose to smell it's sweet aroma as she closed her eyes doing this. "But, I can tell you one thing, I will only play defense, I'm a bit weak on that part; & I need to practice that. Hmmn?" she asked slightly as she opened her eyes again just a bit this time waiting for his reply.

Alaster smirked “suit your self….I guess I have no problem with that” Alaster reached down to his sword and pulled out the sickle instead of his whole sword and began to spin it around by the chain that connected it to his sword “I keep things fair I suppose, I wont use my resurrection at all” Smiling Alaster stopped swinging the sick and grabbed its handle.

“when ever your ready” he said as his reatsu began to slightly rise. Taking in a deep breath Alaster began to plan out his first few attacks, after that is was a toss up, Alaster had no particular fighting style so this would be interesting to see how the girl was able to keep up. Keeping a bored expression on her face the pedals flew from the rose beginning to surround her as many other black roses sprouted from the ground almost like weeds & soon lost their pedals also. "Do not blame me if they end up cutting you, I am not controlling them.." she said. She controlled them half-way, but still, they had a purpose to protect her & help her. After she said this there was a thick blanket of black rose pedals surrounding them both. As a warning she picked up her hand & flicked forward her index finger as a black rose pedal quickly cut through the male arrancar's skin above his mask.

Soon placing her hand down she sat down on the hard tile floor waiting for him to attack. As she did this she held out one hand as a few pedals came towards it beginning to make a silver flute. After it was done, she brought the mouthpiece up to her lips & closed her eyes and began to play a soft, slow melody with it. Alaster looked around as the room filled with black rose petals, it made him sick a bit although the roses weren’t red or pink the thought of being surrounded by flowers made Alaster sick. As the girl pointed her finger at him he cocked his head sideways *I thought she was going to defend only* this led to Alaster feeling a small amount of blood trickle down to his brow. Alaster wiped the blood away, the cut wasn’t very deep nor very big.

Alaster let the sickle fall to the ground before he grabbed it by the chain and began to spin it through the air, the gust of wind caused by the rapid spinning of the sickle pushed most of the pedals away from Alaster while some that were in the sickles way were cut in half.

As Alaster spun the sickle he held his hand towards the girl and used his cero wave sending a small amount of cero through the ground and toward the girl, as the cero moved through the floor it caused mini explosions along the way kicking dust and tile into the air. Sia sighed gently as she jumped back from the cero still playing her flute with her eyes closed as the pedals quickly surrounded them both again acting as a shield to Sia. Still playing her flute the pedals began swiping past the arrancar cutting him slightly but some getting cut by his sword. She sighed gently as she sped up the beat of her flute & the pedals began to get thicker. Her flute was mostly her main control switch for them.

& it also brought down the spirit energy she had to use for them. She gasped slightly feeling blood trickle from her cheek & noticed that she had not controlled them fully. She growled slightly after this then continuing to play her flute at the same soft beat that she started out with. Until she decided to take her chances & began quickly moving her fingers along the holes of the flute making the rose pedals whip around the area in a storm cutting both herself & the male arrancar.

Alaster smirked the cero wave wasn’t the best attack to use but it was always fun to start with, Alaster never stopped swinging his sickle, he was building up it’s strength for something, when the pedals began to thinking the gust of wind still kept them back but when the beat changed and the began to go on the offensive a few broke through the gust and put a few cuts in Alaster’s jacket and arm still nothing to worry about.

As the sickle spun round and round it began to glow with a black aura and began to make a howling noise that was almost as loud as the girl arrancar’s flute. Alaster began to smile as he spun the sickle it was almost time to do what he was building up for, in the mean time Alaster fired a plain cero at the girl it wasn’t strong after all this was a spar and Alaster wasn’t out for blood either instead he was hoping the cero would make the girl move again. Opening her eyes slightly seeing a cero being shot at her she took the flute from her mouth & waved slightly as it hit her. Though, the flute continued on playing. Her body easily turned into black rose pedals after the cero imploded on her. A few seconds after this the flute stopped playing as the pedals settled to the ground "You sight is a bit slow sir, I thought you would catch that..." saying this from where he was standing before he jumped down to fight still cut up a bit she brought the flute to her lips again playing the same tune but a bit slower as the pedals picked themselves up & began circling around him at an alarming speed.

Alaster smirked as the girl stopped playing for just that split second, he picked up on her reatsu as she moved and as she appeared where Alaster had been watching her he turned very quickly and swung the sickle forward this caused a giant black looking sonic boom to speed across the floor at an alarming rate tearing up the ground and area around it as it sped at the girl.

Alaster jumped back reattaching the sickle to the sword and then waited for the girl to move again, this was a sort of hit and run thing he had going, he knew the girl would not allow herself to get hit and at that same time just as she would move Alaster could pick up on where she was and stay on step ahead, the question now was could the girl keep up.
Alaster chuckled a bit “keep up now, remember your on the defensive not me” Jumping up slightly noticing the sonic boom coming at her she winced slightly noticing that it had skimmed her leg, then soon after hit the wall behind her making it tumble down towards her. Jumping sideways again not wanting to be squished by the wall she sighed gently not knowing what to do. 'If I use my Resurrection, I will end up using too much spirit energy.' suddenly remembering something as she was in the air she closed her eyes & circled her hands a few times. After a few seconds of this many explosions happened around him breaking the floor severely.

This continued to go on as she landed on the ground & sped up to the arrancar holding out her hands in which molded together as a black zanpktou with silver markings. As she did this she began loosing concentration of the explosions as they were then visible to be one-eyes bombs with wings flying directly at him in swarms. Still running towards him she jumped slightly flipping over him then touching his shoulder using her zanpaktou to avoid any other attacks from his directly like this as she spun away from him the explosion hit his shoulder that she had touched directly. Alaster watched in amusement as the girl made her move, he was ready to go on the offensive when the ground beneath him began to shake and break apart “clever girl” he said under his breath as he watched the girl charge him. Again Alaster didn’t attack after all the point was to train not kill, as the kill flipped over him he caught sight of the swarm of bombs headed his way.

As the girl landed behind Alaster he threw his sword backwards at the girl in a straight line that was set to collide with her while throwing his sickle forward and swinging it through the swarm, it was a defensive and offensive move, the sickle cut through some of the bombs but most got through and blew up simultaneously. Then from the smoke Alaster’s sickle whipped through the could and headed at the girl as well. Recognizing what had happened she turned her head slightly & bend her back backwards having her hands on the ground then slipping sideways after it swung under her flipping back a couple times watching the bombs continue to chase after him. "These are my eye bombs, once they have their eyes on you, they will follow you until the end of the world until they meet their target.." as she said this she raised a hand slightly breathing heavily as something broke from the ground grasping onto his ankle as a eye with a wide smile looked at him as it wrapped itself around his ankle.

"And that is my crazy bomb, it hooks onto you ankle & will not let go until it explodes.." saying this winking the bomb shouted, "bye-bye now!" it said in a high pitch before it exploded on his ankle. Breathing heavily after this she held the zanpaktou to her side trying to catch her breath.

As Alaster pulled both the sickle and the sword back he noticed something grab his ankle he smirked as it spoke and as he heard the girls explanation of what it did. Within seconds the plant exploded and a giant plume of dust and debris was kicked into the air, but from that cloud of debris a red flash of cero exploded outward and headed for the girl.

Alaster began to spin his sickle again which blew the debris away and caused another gust of wind, this time the wind was so strong it began to push the flying bombs backward and keep them at a distance. Alaster was standing in tattered clothes and had a few scorch marks on him, he smirked as he knew exactly what he was going to do next, and as the girl already knew from earlier the spinning sickle was building up strength again “your strong kid but there’s a reason I became an espada. Prepare yourself cause these next few attacks are gonna be difficult to dance around.” Noticing another Cero heading her way she flipped back a couple times before jumping up high avoiding it then landing on the ground again trying to catch her breath. Still holding the zanpaktou in one hand she noticed it begin to disappear into black rose pedals again. Sighing gently closing her eyes the black rose pedals began to spin around the area as a single crack makes itself in front of her. Opening her eyes after this she studied the male wondering what he was going to do next & if anything at all. She was about ready to give up, but there was one more thing she had to do...
Alaster smirked this was it all his attacks up until this point had all been ranged attacks and had given the girl time to move, not this time. Alaster threw the sickle forward as it sent out a rather weak shock wave, when the girl moved Alaster would sonido behind her and use his cero wave launching a wave of cero through the ground that exploded upwards.
Alaster then reattached the sick to his sword and waited to see the damage. Sia continued to stand there motionless as the attacks hit her & cut her almost in half. Still emotionless at this one part of the half bent sideways showing only black on the inside. After it did this the crack in front of her got a bit longer as she sprang up from the cement in twisting vines right under him & soon formed her body again & striking him in his chin knocking him up a bit then sending her foot into his stomach knocking him back. After this she breathed heavily as she was covered in debris & a bit of blood. She raised her other foot slightly as a long vine broke from the crack in the cement attached to the other clone & soon disappeared in black rose pedals & soon forming her zanpaktou again as she held it in her right hand by her side not knowing how the hell she was getting through this when she only had a bit of energy left.

Alaster smiled as his blade connected but the look of happiness faded quickly from his face as it turned into a look of confusion “son of a….” just then the girl sprang up from the ground and attacked Alaster, he quickly placed his blade under his chin to block the attack, this is when he was kicked and sent into the ground.

As Alaster’s back hit the ground he did a back flip, as his foot touched the ground he used his strength to kick off the ground and launched himself at the girl with his sword pointing towards her with amazing speed.

Sia sighed gently watching him flip & begin running up to her. Holding her zanpaktou in front of her she shifted positions before running towards him arching the top half of her body straight as both of their swords clashed she turned on her heel pushing forward a bit with what was left of her energy. "I... I won't give up... she said breathing heavily & studying him wondering what he was going to do next & also wondering if her body could keep up with it any longer.

As Alaster’s sword glanced off of the girls sword he took a few more steps before sliding on one foot he threw the sickle end of his sword into the ground and once again launched himself just as he was about to run into the girl he stopped and threw his right arm forward, all of the momentum from his run came full force as the sickle tore through the ground eventually flying past Alaster and heading right towards the girl. Sia took a step back as she watched the arrancar & gasped slightly seeing the sword coming towards her. Suddenly remembering the black pedals which was just laying on the ground lifeless she turned her head to them then back to him & his sword waving her left arm in a circle wondering if she was able to do this. The roses soon came to the lines in which her arm drew lazily but still doing it. Pushing her right hand forward that held her zanpaktou she sent the small shield towards the sword causing the sword to plummet almost all the way through it & soon lose speed from this as she took a small step to the side it landed to the ground about a foot behind her. Afterwards she held up her zanpaktou studying him. The sickle whizzed through the air as it collided with the small shield, the friction from the collision caused the sickle to lose a lot of its speed as it landed in the ground next to the girl. Alaster was slightly dumbfounded the girl was very quick when it came to planning. Alaster yanked hard on the chain the attached the sword and sickle soon the sickle broke out of the ground as the dull side of the sickle headed towards the girl it would most likely wrap around her if she didn’t move in which case Alaster knew what he would do next.

To make sure that the sickles chain wrapped around the girl, Alaster fired a cero blast at the left side of the girl to make her move to the right and into the sickles chain.

Looking on both directions of her seeing both the cero & sword coming towards her she sighed gently & placed herself in a praying mantis position. She raised one leg & crossed it in front of the other as she stood on only one leg with her arms out as she picked up her heel she quickly jumped up quite a few feet in the air watching at the cero hit his sword & broke it's chain. Watching this she opened her eyes slightly making a small rock in the air from her pedals then pushing off of it with the tip of her shoe then landing on her hands behind where the sword lay with it's broken chain & flipped backwards a bit breathing heavily trying to catch her breath.

As the girl jumped into the air the Sickle cut clean through the cero and as it circled back to Alaster he caught the sickle and reattached the two. He cracked his neck as the girl landed on the ground, he noticed her breathing heavily and placed his sword back in its sheath.

“your out of breath. Perhaps we should end this.” Alaster chuckled a bit “your good.” he said as he turned to leave the training room, he waved his hand in the air to single he was leaving and then disappeared into the dark halls of Los Noches. She stood silently watching for what he was going to do next & quickly flickered her eyes to the sword being pulled back & took a step aside from it avoiding any cuts as it flew back to him. She scoffed slightly when he said that he had ended the fight she nodded softly when he complemented her & looked to the ground scolding herself for using her resurrection right before training with another arrancar. She soon sighed picking her head back up to see him gone & sat on the ground with her legs criss-crossed tilting her head downwards looking to the ground as she fell into a light sleep hoping to get her energy back.