Riri was just sitting there bored. On her face it was recognizeable that she just wanted to get the hell out. She didn't actually show any interest in the meeting. "Man... how did i even end up here? I dont have anything to say anyways..." she thought and was playing around with her finger, whiping her hair to the side and move it back again... just something so she doesn't just sit there and do nothing.

She then got tired and wanted to end this as soon as possible. So she looked up and decided to say something. "I actually agree with Azure... i am aware that Chat is very powerful and that things, but us Arrancar forcing up with some stranger that the hell none knows.... i understand that wea re no allies, nor we ever will be, at least i hope that, but even forcing up with them would pretty much be a shame for all the people that joined this meeting... and i do not say that we are weak.. but forcing up with someone is just a sign for weakness..." Riri didn't actually care much if she understood it like she thinks but then she shrugged and continued playing with her hair.

She then did not really care if someone would freak out or not, she said what she thinks and thats about it. She did not even call Chat, 'King Chat'. Riri actually never respected any of the sides and actually doesn't hide it. She would be more for the old system long before everything, where Hueco Mundo simply was a Place like the jungle. The strongers eat the weaker. Thats what Riri actually would like to live in Hueco Mundo.

(OOC: Post ain't gonna be worth shit. Shit will be worth more than this post )

Kyo stifled his laughter at the scene of Berwhatshisface getting pwned to high heaven. Seriously, how stupid do you have to be to challenge your boss? Especially since said boss is so much stronger than you...moving on. He perked at the sound of him being trained to be stronger. Training meant being strong. Being strong meant serving bossman better. Serving bossman better means you can have all you can eat BUFFET!!!!! Hell yeah! But first, he would have to survive Helba......that could be a challenge....

When asked to stay afterwards, Kyo just said, "Of course, miLord." And he stayed to hear what was next on the agenda...

(Lol, maybe you should have ate before you had posted Jun.)

Hiei sat completely unfazed by Beroli’m anger reaction as Helba stopped him. He was more than just prepared for anything he might have done, but seeing as though Helba stepped in; he had no reason to. The young arrancar just watched as she easily put Beroli’m in his place, it was not only humorous, but also scary on the fact that Beroli’m wasn’t one to go so easily and yet with just one look he cooperated. As Beroli’m walked back to his seat, Helba spoke introducing herself and giving everyone else a cold glare before giving a speech. Upon hearing her question them about challenging chat, Beroli’m stood up and then sat back down causing the spiky haired arrancar to slight smile.

He thought this was way too amusing, especially since it wasn’t everyday Beroli’m is put in his place. After her speech, Grand continued to speak out; Hiei wasn’t interested in any other world besides hueco mundo, but since he was bored it would have been very interesting to start a war. Upon hearing Riri’s question, Hiei resisted rolling his eyes; she was pretty strong, but not that strong to have addressed Chat-sama in such a way. Apparently somebody wasn’t taught respect yet and just like a particular someone she would probably learn the hard way. Looking back in front he didn’t compliment nor say a word as they were going to go through training; he wondered how it was going to be set up and what they may be doing. Either way he was fine with it, even if it was a one on one battle with Beroli’m…

"As you wish Sire.." She said as she simply stay'd put in her chair. She wasn't keen on training with others, but she didn't understand the logic behind it. Besides..if it was what her King commanded then she didn't really have a say in the matter now did she? Especially since she was supposedly the most loyal to the one who has the title of King. It didn't matter to her who it was. As long as they held that title she would serve them. Kind of like a steward..

Challenging others to their limits..that seemed like something Helba could accomplish rather easily. Maybe she was better suited for training others than she first thought when the subject was brought up..adding her heirro to the equation just made it make even more since..she could train others at their full power and walk away from it without overdoing it by too much.

Things were going to get more interesting it seemed. Now for her King to simply finish giving the order so that she could comply.

( meh.. i hate intermissions..posts get crappy during them. )

Grand waited till the room was cleared with the exception of those he asked behind. “Firstly. I must ask Kyo, will you become Horseman of Famine. Help as a higher rank for our goal. We have spaces that must be made, and you look like the right person for the job.” Grand waited upon an answer and then looked at his top leaders. “I thought it would be appropriate for an after meeting. To get some insight on some ideas I have come up with.” He crossed his fingers under his chin and explained of a meeting he has had with the hinrichtens. “Queen Zazie has offered joint training. For us to train between hinrichtens. Personally I think this would be great for some training. I would like your opinions on that. But also, I wish to talk about training within us. Training in groups can create bonds, and trusts.” Grand looked over at Helba. “As possibly the strongest member of the horsemen Helba, I wish for you to over see and take part where you feel fit, in order to make sure each person stays stronger, but not being made worthless.” he thought Helba would be the best person for the job, she would even give Grand himself a little time to beat. “Kyo, I would like you at times to take some arrancars out to the real world. Maybe have them in situations that put them close to their limit before coming in and saving them, make sure you can take the opponent on as well.” lastly he looked at Beroli'm. “Beroli'm, you must learn respect. The reason I am in this position is cause your father walked out. I leave you in your horseman position out of respect for him, but if you show more disrespect, it will be lost. I want you to stick with Helba, follow her instructions on what to do for training purposes. If you have any issues with her commands, come to me, don't act on your own. And Helba, if you have trouble with him, you are allowed to take matters in your own hands.” Grand grew a smile on his face. “Just don't leave him unusable.” his tone stayed calm the whole time, and his pressure down. he had to keep this calm posture. after their comments, Grand would talk one last time before dismissing the group.

Beroli'm listened, but he did not listen. "I trained with Zazie and with Lilith," he says, looking up at Grand, looking him dead in the eye. "Those talks are of my result. And let respect be damned. If you are truly a king, if you truly felt me unworthy of this post, I would have expected more. Clearly you see me as capable, no matter my drastic weakness in contrast to Helba or any other Horseman under both yourself or Rui. If respect is the only thing that keeps me in this dining hall, then why am I still here? Why am I still alive? You could have slaughtered me out of a whim and yet you choose to allow me to live a tortured existence. You have no need for respect if you feel the need to prepare for war. That IS what this is about, isn't it? This is why you went to Rui himself and preached peace and tried your truce talks. You intend to bring war to those who would first bring war to us."

The taste in Beroli'm's mouth was bitter, so much so that he openly spat, turning his head towards Kyo to do so. Mercy was a tool of weakness, even if it meant Beroli'm would be destroyed as a result. Respect was only meant for those strong enough to grant it. It was obvious that he was not respected; his title gave him such respect. The fact he was ONCE a prince gave him such respect. It was disgusting; he could not earn his own respect. It was unknown to him if Helba had any respect for him either, but it didn't matter; family is family and there was no way around it. That is why she stood up and practically took Beroli'm out. It shut him up, only because family is family; she is his elder and she deserved the respect. As for Grand, it would be a cold day in the Inferno and many years after that before Beroli'm saw even the slightest reason to believe in an Arrancar that preaches mercy and respect.

"I don't think I'm quite strong enough...but if it is your wish, I accept, your majesty." Grand went on detailing upon what to do. And Kyo's grin widened...but then frowned. He knew of his one weakness...well, a smaller one than the other one. "Your majesty, my ability to sense and determine power levels is...virtually nill. I don't mean to question you, miLord, but that would make it awfully difficult for me to do as you say. I can still do it, but it could be very risky." Kyo then listened to Berwhatshisface. Then the guy spat at him. A knight. Seriously?

His spear glowed orange and Kyo stood up, looking very pissed off. "You want respect...then how about you earn it here and now...Turn the bones to Ash: Kasai Espueleto!" The floor, table, and chair around him melted as he burst into flames. When he emerged, Kyo was a skeletal, seven feet tall, clawed hands and feet, seven and a half foot long tail. Kyo already had a strong Hierro, superior to even those comparable to his own power. Matched with great mobility and speed, plus immense physical strength and durability, he was already a powerhouse. And now all of that doubled. His arms, legs, tail, and spine could even block bankai leveled blades.

And this was where the fun begins. One sonido, he was at Ber's side, swiping with his left hand claw in hopes to catch the sword. With the other set of talons, he aimed for the elbow of the non-sword hand to either cut off the arm or grab it (if you'll allow it, that's why the first part) and and stomp kick the man in the chest with his taloned feet. Kyo ended his assault with a massive fireball the size of a truck being fired at him. Now lets see if the "Prince" can earn his own respect...

(OOC: New appearance because I can't describe it worth shit: http://www.riseoftherevolution.org/t1240-kyo-blaze )

As it was almost the same thing that happened when Hiei spoke against Bero'lim..she figured Kyo wasn't about to stand idle and allow himself to be spat on. As if she had predicted the future..Kyo went into a rage as he released and challenged Bero'lim right then and there.

She sighed a bit but decided not to do anything rash at the moment..Though she was Bero'lim's blood..she still had to play her role as one of the horsemen. Besides.. defending him from a challenge would insult both parties involved..and cause problems for Helba who would be seen as playing favorites..

As far as she was aware..it wasn't a very known fact that she was related by blood to Bero'lim. So being seen as playing favorites was definitely out of the question.. on top of that she was pretty certain he could handle himself..he may not have had a release but he was still a powerful adversary in combat. Maybe even because he had no release was this the truth.

So she simply stay'd in her chair and watched the barrage unleashed from Kyo. She figured she wouldn't move unless she became in the way somehow..didn't want to distract either fighter after all..or make one of them think she was going after them. That too would cause a problem..

( I tried to make a not crap post?? )

Grand kept an unfazed apperance. In reality this is what he was hoping for. He wanted to see if the last king just put Beroli'm here for blood or not. He already had little to no respect for him. The ideals of war and total submission. Those were the traits of a tyrant. Mercy was needed to an extent. And so is past respect. Beroli'm wanted respect, now time to get it. Kyo needed to regain his respect, this was a fight for no one to interfere, if anyone were to, Grand would stop that immediately. He would merely stand on the sidelines until he decided that if things went farther, one of the would become unusable, which was something Grand did not want. He needed all his members at top power. This could also serve as training purposes. Lets see what his members could do.

Beroli'm knew that he would get no help. It didn't matter. Kyo's release was impressive enough: a burning skeleton; ooh how scary. Kyo's speed was noticeably his best trait, but Beroli'm was the slightest bit faster. Kyo's attempt to catch Beroli'm's sword was a failed attempt, Beroli'm pushing the sword deeper into the ground before, as Kyo swipes to clutch Beroli'm's left arm, picking it up and driving the point of the black blade into Kyo's talon-esque hand. Beroli'm took the kick to his chest, sliding across the floor as Kyo's fireball follows him, engulfing him. There was no cry of pain, there was no sound other than the crackling of embers within the dining room.

The fireball eventually dissipates, and Beroli'm is standing straight up. He was stripped of his clothing and there were open blisters and burning patches of flesh upon Beroli'm's nude form. His hair was scorched and his face was greatly scarred. Without a hitch, however, Beroli'm walks out of the damage area without any expression of pain or suffering, even though, internally, he was screaming in intense pain. "Was that it?" Beroli'm says, lifting his sword, pointing it directly at Kyo. "If so, you don't belong as a Horseman. I'm still standing, I'm still conscious, and I'm still alive. I was right to spit at you; it's a pity I missed." Beroli'm lifts his sword in the air, thunder beginning to rumble. Beroli'm was oddly sedate and disturbingly calm, as if he was dancing with Death himself. It began to rain blood within the dining room, staining clothing and tableware with the red viscous elixir of life. "Destroy the world," he says, Helba's expression one of surprise and interest, "Anaquilador." Beroli'm's body is drenched with the blood, a scabby shell forming around his body. It takes only a few more seconds in this bloody scab for it to explode, the blood in everyone's clothes and the table linens disappearing as if it was never there. Beroli'm emerges, armored, wielding a blade twice as large and twice as sharp as the sword's original form. The armor held Beroli'm's body within, regenerating his original Hierro as he stands in wait for Kyo's next attack.

Kyo laughed at Ber's reply. "That was hardly an effort. So you still better back up your puny talk!" He burned all the blood that splattered towards him, not even leaving ashes. And then he just stood there. That was fine. Because Kyo liked close range and charged. Ber's weapon was huge, so it was probably slow lifting. The seven foot tall skeletal creature aimed a simple swipe at the sword to hold it, and aimed his other claw at the man's heart, using a flame thrower in the process. Flipping over the man, he stuck his tail in the floor, melting it beneath the man so that unless he moves, he will fall through molten sand/rock or whatever the place is made of. As Kyo landed, he sent three fire drills at the man, either through the hole or elsewhere around him. And there Kyo stood.

That armor must be heavy. And with fire, dehydration is certainly a factor for Ber, even more so since metals are very good conductors of heat. While Kyo himself was immune to his own attacks. Grand and Helba did not seem inclined to interfere. Perhaps they were wondering if Ber can also back up his threat? And perhaps earn his own respect? Kyo was no slouch...only truly losing once...

Helba was certainly surprised when Bero'lim's spiritual pressure jumped up suddenly. She didn't move from her chair though because even now she was still in what she considered to be the 'safe" zone..meaning she didn't NEED to move just yet..until the fight entered a new level of fighting.

"Bero'lim..."

She didn't know if she caught his attention or not..but didn't care at this point. She felt like speaking for once for herself instead of worrying about her reputation and the rules of hollow society.

"You have become a true arrancar..Your father would be proud.. Now put this man in his place for challenging the Hibiki bloodline! My sister roars for retribution from her grave!"

Helba's memories had slightly come back by watching the fight..something within her had stirred and caused that little moment for her..but now she was back to her normal self..and seemed to be a bit colder because of it. Though inwardly she was berating herself for losing her composure..

As the blood spattered around the room, Grand's spiritual pressure diverted the flow away from him and Helba. And then hear Helba's remark. Heh, he began to think what would happen at this point. Things were getting interesting, even Helba has chosen a side. This would be the perfect chance for Beroli'm to get true respect, and for Kyo to prove his worth. His mind would not sway in the decision of Kyo becoming horseman, but this whole day he had been contemplating on taking Beroli'm off. So far, respect or not, Beroli'm right here could show Grand why he was a horseman in the first place. He rested his arms on the armrests of his chair and took a nice breath. The aura felt invigorating. Almost making him wish he could take part as well. Even since becoming king, he had been lacking in the battle action he once had. “Kyo, prove to me that my decision was not wrong, and at the same Beroli'm “ this whole time speaking he did not look at either. “Prove to me why your a horseman in the first place.” it did not matter who won this, just how they fought.

Beroli'm stood, motionless, waiting for Kyo's attacks. The first, an attempt to grasp Beroli'm's sword, was thwarted merely by moving the sword away from Kyo's present reach, dipping the hilt of the blade away from the flaming claw. The strike meant for whatever was left of Beroli'm's heart was allowed to take place, but the armor merely dented and was not pierced, even with Kyo's noticeably higher strength; the flames merely left a red-hot patch of metal where Kyo's hand was. Beroli'm allowed himself to sink into the quicksand lava, his blue emotionless eyes suddenly aflame with life; Helba yelled out to him, to kill this want-to-be Horseman and to properly show his pride as an Arrancar Prince ((I'm starting to sound like Vegeta; what the hell?)). Beroli'm still sunk, his whole body engulfed in the lava as Kyo launches the fiery drills into the pit.

Beroli'm was smiling under his helm, the visor completely covering his face. Spiritual pressure began to pick up. Even for those in attendance, it had a noticeable effect, no matter how slight. In pleasure and sadism, Beroli'm begins to cackle with great glee at this rush of adrenaline and pain. The lava explodes away from Beroli'm's body, revealing the drills sparking and the bits of the drills unable to properly dig in to the 'steel'. "You're betting too much on the flames of your injustice, bastard," Beroli'm says, swinging his left arm, causing the drills to fly off and dig into the floor nearby. Beroli'm slowly begins to hover, floating up until he was at the same level as the unaffected floor. Beroli'm was running on brute strength now; he would need all of his reiatsu to survive through regeneration if Kyo decided to up the temperature. At the mention of his mother from Helba, Beroli'm began to gather energy, a black aura engulfing his armor. "Retribution eh?" he says, lifting his sword and sword arm without any effort at all; his eyes shimmered a fluorescent sapphire blue. "Deep down, I think I would have been a momma's boy." An evil smile hidden behind cold steel forms as Beroli'm charges right into Kyo's face, using his one arm to swing his massive sword, slashing in random patterns, a total of twenty strikes. Hit or miss, Beroli'm lunges forward with a headbutt, the horns on the helm aimed for Kyo's empty eye sockets.

Unfortunately for Kyo, the armor itself was not true steel, but rather a reiatsu construct meant to mimic the outward qualities of steel. In its true form, it is actually just another massive layer of Hierro. Having ancestors with very tough Hierro helped in this situation, as Helba and Hayato are both known for thick, practically impenetrable Hierro. There would be no heat transfer, as Kyo might be hoping for by setting up the floor to be a bubbling magma cauldron. Dehydration would also be an unlucky result, since the reserved reiatsu would serve to regenerate used bodily fluids, with the right amount of focus. It would all be a matter of time to see how Kyo reacts to this renewed sense of spirit; Grand's words fell upon deaf ears.

(OOC: Because of your vague answer on the second grapple, I'm not gonna bother with it.)

What Helba said must have motivated the man enough to get out and charge him. The first heavy blow was over head. Kyo put up his arms to defend, and lowered himself to brace for impact. The weight of the sword and the man's strength pushed down to where the sword barely touches the top of his skull. Barely a trickle of orange goo was visible on said skull, while the arms were untouched. The next strike was a horizontal one. Kyo merely ducked under it and swiped at the shoulder plates, sending out a wave of flame at the same time. Another strike, which hit nothing but air. Kyo was above and behind the man, having gotten there with sonido. An orange cero was fired. Another blow clashed with his taloned right hand as he spun and did a clawed kick to the face and a tail whip to the knee. Almost with acrobatic skill, he avoided the follow up, and did a mass flame thrower for mere seconds before another came in. Distracted by his own flames, he almost didn't see it, and jumped back just as it peirced his left shoulder's flesh, er, part. Nearly every strike, he was able to block or get out of the way with some type of acrobatic skill and flexibility, while countering. Such heavy blows always leave an opening right after. Kyo only ended up with two more light injuries, one on the pelvis, and another at his right side, mostly due to his own carelessness. While with his vairous swipes, punches, tail whips, and a few fire balls, he would be feeling it quite well. Or else that armor would be practically useless now or almost.

And with Ber's next attack, it surely would. He foolished charged head first. How laughable. And Kyo laughed whole heartedly as he grabbed the man's head, flipped over him, and threw him head first into a wall not ten feet away from them. He started gathering blue flames in his palm as his tail once again went into the floor, turning the busted up wall above the man into lava to consume him. Kyo jumped up, stopping with the lava shower, and used his clawed feet and his own tail to hang on the roof. And fired his Hinote Cero. The blue flames headed straight to Ber, where ever he was at...