#clawedqceen

❛   open  your  mouth  ---  c'mon,  say  'ahhhh'  ❜

  the tigress was used to licking her own wounds now, but it was nice to see that she could still bleed, wasn’t it? snorting at her own internal sarcasm, a pale brow quirks at him, head tilting to one side. ❝ i’ve got worse, these are nothing.  ❞ bravado in the face of her pain? of course, she never enjoyed looking or feeling an ounce of weakness. but she had healed the cuts the best she could with her own healing kido, the rest she’d leave up to the fourth, ❝ careful, gin, i might think you’re worried about me.❞  / @byebyebeautifulsnake

The power was intense but Fang withstood it. Digging her heels in, she stood against the pressure and it continued to slam down against her frame in close proximity to her lover in her new form. Training was meant to keep them strong and in tune with one another. Fang had proven she could take the brutal edges of bankais when they were unleashed. The L'Cie mechanics aided her to that effect but it still came with a challenge all it's own.

The brutal blows had landed hard on her body and no matter of pure strength could protect her from the onslaught she had pushed her lover to deal to her. Fang saw it before it struck but could not react in time without pushing out Ragnarok to the surface. Her part in the challenge was not to utilize that option. She wanted to be stronger in her own normal form to withstand the bankai's pressure and the pure rare killing power it contained.

Rangiku's blow sent her hurdling backwards through wall after all. Each impact sent her body further into itself to protect vitals while bones rattled from the force. When she came to a stop, her body embedded itself in the final wall and it was there the huntress stayed motionless for a few minutes. When the tigress appeared in a flash, Fang did not reply right away. She could sense her lover crouched beside her but was more focused on taming the raging beast from exploding through her muscles and bones from intense pain.

The true exercise was honing her control over instinct while pushing Matsumoto not to hold back to strengthen her own bankai and powers. Despite the mind numbing screaming in her body to give in to greater power to survive, Fang overcame it with a grunt before blood came from her mouth. It pooled to the ground while she yanked herself from the crater around her body. A pained set of sounds left her but her body listened to her stubborn will. The warrior woman rose despite the harsh bruising and redness from the impact of her lover's blow. Bones were busted around the rib cage, and likely in other locations but the woman still stood. Internal damage was also evident but Fang continued to will herself to her feet despite wanting to crumble.

"I will be. I want you to exercise that raw power of yours until you have the right grasp on it like you do with your sword normally. I also have to stop relying so heavily on Ragnarok."

ran would join but her makeup is too expensive to get messed up tbh

☽. Few things catch the Umbran’s interest--even fewer people did. But the shinigami was so delightfully riled, it would be difficult for Bayonetta NOT to want to toy with her just a little... All in harmless fun, even if the other was practically OOZING bloodlust. (Which only added to the fun, honestly.)

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“Matsumoto Rangiku.”

The attendant dipped their head once, in silent obedience to the command, and departed swiftly to see His will be done. There was little to want for in these days of peace. No one believed they would ever come, least of all this Old Man. So, when a request left these walls, it was often fulfilled. The Fool Shunsui made sure of it.

Setting up tea and sake in equal portions, the former Captain Commander made himself presentable to receive guests. His standard garb, with the insignia of the First removed from the haori. There would be no undermining the new leader of the Gotei 13. They must be united.

The Shinigami hadn’t been particularly unkind. They hadn’t killed him, which was a boon most Hollows never got to boast. He was even allowed an hour to stretch his legs, so long as he wore a dampening collar for his reiatsu, and was escorted by at least a Lieutenant. Most days he’d opt out of the exercise.