It seemed like realizing he was going to lose to a woman had the misogynist Espada going into full rampage mode. He was losing his shit.
His power seemed to increase with each passing second.
Even if Rukia was ramping up and hitting him with more attacks than ever, even if he was being hit with Hadō Number 50, the man didn't care. He blocked all that shit with his Hierro. It seemed like he had a type advantage over women.
Like, the second he fought against a woman, it was like he became prime Chris Brown wearing a wife-beater, and Rukia was Rihanna.
What kind of busted-ass buff was this?
Even when he was being pushed back, he still came back for more.
And yet—
Nnoitra refused to believe this was happening.
A woman was pushing him back?
Horseshit.
"Tch—!!" He swung his massive scythe down with enough force to shatter stone—
Only for Rukia to sidestep effortlessly.
Her sword flicked out—
CLANG!
A trail of ice followed her movement, freezing his blade mid-swing.
He jerked his weapon back, shattering the ice with brute force—
Only for another one of Uryu's arrows to slam into his shoulder.
"—Shit!!"
He staggered.
"Uryu!" Rukia's voice was sharp.
"On it!"
The Quincy snapped his fingers—
And in a blink, she disappeared.
Antithesis.
Rukia appeared behind Nnoitra.
Her blade was already descending.
"Some no Mai, Tsukishiro."
A pillar of ice shot up, engulfing Nnoitra's entire back.
The Espada snarled, twisting his body at the last second to avoid a full freeze—
But he was still too slow.
A chunk of his arm and ribs were caught in the frost, crackling under the pressure.
His breath came in short, sharp bursts.
This wasn't right.
This wasn't how it was supposed to go.
He was an Espada.
She was a woman.
And yet—
Yet—
He was being pushed back.
His mind reeled, flashes of memory burning through his skull.
A green-haired girl.
A voice, mocking and scolding.
Nnoitra's version
"Nnoitraaa, you're so dumb~! If you actually used your head, you'd be a better fighter!"
This was, in fact, what he heard every time Nell had told him she didn't want to fight him. This was what his mind came up with.
He refused to lose to a woman once more, especially not a midget like her. Fuck no, that loss would be like losing to half a woman. Women were already half a man, so what the fuck did that mean about him losing to 1/4 of a man?
If only he knew that this Soul Reaper could last longer against someone so much stronger than basically everyone here... not in a fight though.
Nnoitra's misogyny continued climbing higher and higher.
And then—
"Shut up, Nell!!"
Rukia's eyes narrowed.
A flash of realization crossed Uryu's face.
So he was one of those guys, the kind of people Sora really liked to troll online with a girl avatar. Sora may or may not have made a girl account to scam guys out of their money.
Too bad for him—
Neither of them cared.
Nnoitra gritted his teeth, spitting onto the ice-covered floor.
"Tch... Fine then."
His spiritual pressure erupted, shaking the ground beneath them.
"Y'think I'm gonna let a little girl like you show me up?"
His one eye gleamed.
His lips twisted into a vicious grin.
"Pray... Santa Teresa."
A surge of black and green Reiryoku exploded outward, filling the battlefield with an oppressive, suffocating force.
The ground cracked.
His body twisted and expanded, armor growing over his frame, extra arms bursting from his torso. He now had four extra arms that he could use to beat this woman.
His laugh was a twisted, mocking thing.
He held up his now six blades, rolling his shoulders as the transformation settled.
"Heh... That's more like it."
He grinned wildly.
"Now—"
"Let's see you keep up, princess."
The wife-beater had been unleashed.
Uryu and Rukia began attacking him. While Rukia was getting all close and personal, Uryu was providing support from afar—you know, since he was a ranged fighter and all.
"Got ya!" he said when he grabbed Rukia with two of his hands. He was going to use his other hands to slice her head off. However, before he could do that—
An arrow rushed toward him.
The Espada tilted his head to the side.
"You missed, Quincy." His voice was tinged with a lot of pride he shouldn't have, considering he got here by sneaking a woman.
"I wasn't aiming for you," Uryu said, pushing his glasses back in order to look much, much smarter than he actually was.
Uryu activated his Schrift. Rukia and the arrow switched places.
Nnoitra was stunned as the arrow hit his skin. Okay, that shit stung just a bit, but where was the woman?
"Hadō #73. Sōren Sōkatsui."
Rukia, fusing Hadō #73. Sōren Sōkatsui with her own body, was able to imbue the Hadō into her sword attacks.
As her slash landed, her blade cut through the Espada's defense like a hot knife through butter.
BZZZT-BOOOM!
Luckily, Nnoitra had managed to use Sonido in order to teleport a safe distance away.
If he hadn't, he would have been cut in half by this woman.
No...
He refused this fate. His regeneration was working overtime to keep him alive.
He was almost turned into a Kit-Kat bar by a woman.
FUCK NO.
A/N