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Dakota, a powerful vizard stood in an area a few miles outside of the seireitei. The area has nine pillars to power each other, and change the course of death in Seireitei. Normally when one dies as a shinigami, they are back on the wheel of life on the normal means to return back to the world of the living. The pillars change it so that the power of death is no longer the same. The pillars will change your death to incorporate a hollow within the soul of the one that dies can be brought back as a vizard.
The risks of it are strange, and there are things needed before you can be converted into the race.

One - you must fight a vizard within the pillars.
Two - You must put all of your power into it.
Three - The opponent must have their mask out.
Four - You must not be afraid in the end of the fight.
Five - You must die.

Rules - No god modding - no auto hits - no auto kills - no going right into full power.
Shikai - bankai are allowed.

(Taken from Redd's example)

Dakota stood in the center of the nine obelisks, it was a sandy bottom and he looked around. He could still see the blood of past vizard creations, including his own, staining the sand that seemed to be absent of time. He could see countless foot steps, some he just made, some centuries old. He grinned a bit flexing his fingers on one hand, the left, and slowly rapping his fingers on the hilt of his sword on the other. Dakota was getting anxious, he loved the vizard race and was happy whenever someone joined it. It was always a shame though, watching someone fail though.
It seemed almost fitting to Dakota, the unquestioned executioner of the Seireitei, killing to procreate. He stood in anticipation for Krono who'd recieved the secret invitation letter from the vizard council.

Dakota smirked at Voltarion almost insulting him. "You're apologizing to the man who will take your life today for only a slim shot at becoming a more powerful race?" Dakota questioned in almost a look at disbelief and joyful curiosity. "You're either really cocky kid, or you're scared stiff." Dakota joked laughing.
Dakota stared Voltarion straight on and slowly but steadily, the rapping on his sword hilt grew louder and faster. He pulled his zanpakuto out in a clean wave and glared at Voltarion licking his canine teeth. There was blood lust and insanity in his eyes, and he wanted to fight on instinct in this fight. "Draw." Dakota rationed out of his mouth spitting to the side as he said it.
His eyes danced with possibilities as he though I wonder what your mask will look like...

Dakota and Voltarion weren't standing far apart, giving the limitations of the arena. As Dakota bared the right side of his mouth up, getting ready, he glared through his parted hair like an animal does his prey. He began to lick his teeth more, mostly doing a little dance around his right canine. He put a little pressure on his tongue causing a small drip of blood to slide down his throat stimulating him. It wasn't possible, but it may have even appeared that Dakota's deep yellow eyes became slitted for a moment, as if he had acquired a one track mind for Voltarion's flesh..
As this pre-show began, a sandstorm began to roar around the arena, it was an often thing in this part of the soul society, but ominous its timing was. Not a single grain flew within a foot of the pillars causing Voltarion and Dakota's ritual to go on without a flaw. Dakota shunpoed forward in an instant and without warning. He stood high above Krono, only one eye shone down at him , his blade was held over his head and already swinging for Krono's shoulder.

Dakota paid no heed to Voltarion's attack as a threat and pushed his palm up launching his sword out into his other hand in a graceful motion. Without a second to spare, Dakota grabbed Voltarion's blade near the end cutting his hand. He used this as a block and a possible gain for himself, with his other hand now holding his own Zanpakuto, he made a short semicircle with it landing it facing straight at Volataion, it was about hip level for Dakota, mid-abdomen level for Voltarion.
With the bleeding hand that has a grasp on Voltarion's sword, he clenched it tighter and yanked launching himself fast at Voltarion while he extended his arm out towards him. Dakota knew this was only the beginning and if Voltarion died now or even within the next ten minutes, he wouldn't become a Vizard. Still, he considered it a gift to be earned, and he was going to make Voltarion work for it.

Dakota felt his sword miss Voltarion and only focusing on that for a minute, he didn't see the leg coming towards his head. He drew his sword up on the side being exceptionally fast and as it reached it's appex, Voltarion's leg smashed against his head. It rocked him for a second making him release the grasp of Voltarion's sword. He brought the bleeding hand up to Voltarion's leg, which fell on his shoulder after the leg kick, resting it just an inch short of his knee cap.
Dakota looked down, trying to regain composure and balance while keeping Voltarion in his place. He watched as more of his blood joined the sand just giving him a satisfied smile. With his hand tightly wrapped around his leg, he pushed his hand down mightily with enough force to snap his leg.

Dakota put the strongest amount of pressure he could in one point on the leg before doing three fourths of a turn sliding in the sand on his foot, seeming almost like a demented form of a ballad, he tossed Voltarion towards one of the pillars and with his free hand he threw his zanpakuto into the pillar blade side up just under the predicted point Voltarion would land.
Dakota stood up straight rubbing his neck and cracking his bones. "Boy has one hell of a kick." Dakota said complimenting Voltarion. He wasn't sure if it was known Dakota was one of the most pain resiliant Captains in the Seireitei, or if he even heard him to get the entire effects of the saying. But he was enjoying this to much to explain now, he'd give him a preformance review later... if he lived.

Dakota looked at Voltarion dead in the eyes and said to him in the softest voice he could manage matched with an almost blank expression "I think it's about time we move past foreplay.", When he said that, veins of electricity raced up and down his hand which caused him to lift up the sleeves of his Captain haori, people rarely saw his arms in formal attire. They had many deep scars on them.
He seemingly looked up at Voltarion and grinned a joyful grin, he had his hand hand up with his index finger saying come here. It'd be a confusing sight to anyone who didn't know Dakota.
As his finger came and back and forth, with each repition, a buzzing behind Voltarion got louder and louder. It was coming from his zanpakuto which had changed shape, it was a thick charcoal black cleaver like blade which was jagged on the one-sided cutting edge, electricity raced back and forth from the teeth of the sword. It weighed more than one hundred pounds now and was about five feet long. One more move of his finger, and the blade came flying out spinning unbelievably fast, it raced towards his hand which has Voltarion in the clear path of it.
Dakota caught the heavy blade with one hand held high above his head, he hadn't checked if the initial strike had wounded Voltarion, but to make sure, he slashed the blade down causing a large wave of electricity to shoot towards where Voltarion was standing/floating/existing in that moment in time.

Dakota smirked as he saw Voltarion coming towards him in his shikai now. "This kid will never learn..." Dakota mutter to himself, "I'm the number one guy you never want to be next to in a fight!". Dakota yelled the ending more as he took a step back bracing his foot. As Voltarion came in, Dakota cupped his blade by sticking his fingers under the hilt guard of his sword essentially locking it to himself. As the freezing sword began to ice over his skin in that area, it hurt and numbed at the same time. Dakota swung his sword downwards at Voltarion's already messed up leg intending to slowly saw it off. "Hehe, I'm just going to to amputate this for you." Dakota said in an eerie way a father would tell a child about to receive medicine.