With the Captains suffering casualties and heavy injuries on their side, all hope seemed to be lost... until Shinji Hirako appeared, along with the rest of the former Shinigami. Though the aid of the Vizards certainly helped to draw the battle in their favor, it seemed Aizen's power alone proved too much for them.
At the expense of sounding like a stalker... He had followed her. Yeah, well... Then again... Eh. He still sounded like a stalker. Even if he claimed that he did it because he cared. Which was certainly not a lie! He didn't trust Sanmaru. That wasn't to say he wouldn't try and protect him. Yeah... no. Sanmaru was one Shinigami he wouldn't try to protect. He sighed softly from his hiding place in the tree. He wondered if Jericho had followed him at all... Who knew? The redheaded Shinigami was just hiding there, keeping his Reiatsu masked, and a hand on Kiba Ookami. He'd need to move to groudn eventually... Just in case.
I hate this so much... It wasn't the waiting, it was the knowing. It was that final realization. If he protected Samuii... it would be all over. He needed to wait as long as he--er-- she could handle. If he waited too long... she might die, by Sanmaru's hand. On the other hand, if he didn't wait long enough and went in to rescue her... Dai shuddered slightly. That might result in his own death. That was the question he was now mulling over and over again in his head. He punched the tree, and grimaced, growling slightly. No, he needed to calm down. Any more, and he might injure somebody without needing to.
"Samuii... stay safe. Don't die. I wouldn't be able to bear it." That was the other thing. If Sanmaru killed Samuii...
Jericho did follow Dai though he was moving rather slowly. He didn't really know why he was heading this way, wasn't he trying to stay away from this Sanmaru guy. It just didn't really make any sense for him to be heading towards him. Oh well Jericho followed anyway. He reached the tree a little bit after him. He was still hiding his reiastu. He wnet up next to Dai. "So why are you heading towards this guy anyway" he asked. "I mean didn't you tell me you wanted to stay away from him or you might be in trouble."
Jericho began to look down below, it looked like there was two people down there and by there reiastu one was an arrancar and the other seemed to be a shinigami. Also judging by there reiastu level it seemed as though both would be on par with himself. He chuckled at this. Well this could be interesting he thought to himself. "Who are those two to you really anyway," he asked yet another question. He seemed to full of them today and that was a little odd for him.
"I remember your sword. I'm your target, aren't I?" asked the red-head. Tossing a piece of apple aside, she gestured to one group of Espada. The pack of women. Sanmaru ignored it. "Seriously, don't you have better people to fight? What about those guys?" She paused for a moment before changing her mind. "Oh wait, you're gay. Those guys?" She gestured to the pink-haired arrancar and his subordinates. Sanmaru paid no attention.
"You interfered with a mission of mine. That justifies your death, as a culprit." He peered down at her, standing on an invisible platform just a few feet above her. He didn't care how she reacted to his wording, nor his actions. As long as he finished this quickly.
The woman was a troublesome thing, after all. She ruined his mission; she somehow managed to distract his comrade. However, this was hardly about that, it was more a curious choice.
There were many reasons why he went after her, but two stuck most brazenly in his mind: his mentor, and his superior. He was in no position to tell him to stand down in a battle, much less a battle with an enemy. And as for his mentor, well, she'd left a scar in his mind. Someone had to pay for that.
So he shunpoed forward in a lunge, aiming to slice through Samuii's throat.
And it was not far off, but Rinako watched from a nearby building, safely hidden behind a concrete statue on the top. Her reiatsu compressed, she nervously watched Sanmaru pick a target, and nervously peered down. She hoped he stayed safe, if nothing else at all; he had always been a bit quiet, and maybe he scared her sometimes, but he was a good person when she thought about it. He'd agreed to help her learn shunpo, and improve her kido. And that he did, he was an excellent teacher for her. And she hoped he would be ok in the end. And she'd figured, in her head, that if he got hurt she would heal him. She had to return the favor sometime, anyway.
Just don't get hurt, she thought quietly, frowning down at the scene. Nothing that my kido can't fix, please...
He was, after all, her friend.
Elsewhere, however, there was a very happy eleventh divisioner smiling up a storm. "Alright, Isamu, here's how it goes! First, whoever finishes strongest wins. Ya can't lose yer battle... and, ah... Oh! If they run away it don't count. Ya gotta win, an' not by default. Also... Loser has ta buy the other lunch. I guess if I lose ya can get whatever ya think pays for m'meal. Heh."
A stupid grin splashed across his face, Masaru began to look for a target. There weren't many people left, and that upset him just a bit. It felt like they were the only ones left.
Maybe he spent too long explaining the rules to Isamu. Damn him, if only he were smarter!
Nevertheless, he pulled out his zanpakuto and grinned as he released it. "Fukuramu, Sazanami."
His sword slowly unraveled until the remnants were no longer a hilt, guard, and blade, but instead a ring, a wire, and a yoyo. He held the disc in his hand, grinning to his friend. "And no gettin' yer ass saved."
In a burst of shunpo, he moved himself to a different building and began to release his reiatsu, hoping for a fight. A good fight, if he was lucky.
The complaining did not end from the moment he walked off with Liliynette. The fact that he was not ordered to fight did not help his case. All Starrk wanted was to continue his vacation before he had to return to Las Noches.
"Starrk you jerk, why not just fight someone? That Sake breath guy and white haired bastard are there. Don't you want to have a rematch with them?" Lilynette's pestering question kept coming as they walked.
Sure, he wanted to see Shunsei's bankai but not in Nnoritra's war. However, it seemed that the war would catch up to him soon enough. The further he got away from the battlefield, the more focused his sense became. He could feel others breaking away and some strong sources near.
One source was the wolf captain himself, Komamura Sajin. After his Vice Captain wished him luck and followed the mad man for battle, he decided to seek out an opponent himself. Zaraki already having his target in the middle of the city did not sit well with him, but he'll report that later.
He had followed a large source of reiatsu that lead away from the city and into a nearby forest area. That's when he spotted one of Kenpachi's subordinates releasing his zanpakuto without any opponent near by. That is until he spotted two Arrancar walking the opposite direction. Komamura shunpoed to block Starrk and Lilynette's path. "Stop right there. Why is Aizen's army attacking Karakura town and where is he?" He questioned as he held a defensive stance, gloved hand on his zanpakuto, and anger in his eyes.
Starrk was unfazed by the sudden appearance of the large wolf Arrancar, Lilynette on the other hand seemed rather surprised. She fell on her butt from such a surprise her face flushed with red from embarrassment and anger. " What makes you think you can question us?" She yelled at Komamura as she got back on her feet next to Starrk.
Starrk kept his calm as he put his hands to his side. "This isn't an attack from Aizen, just a bored Espada and his fracction. Besides, I'd prefer to finish my vacation then fight some war." Starrk said as he put on a relaxed demeanor by placing a hand on his hip, leaning forward slightly, and scratching his brown hair.
Komamura wasn't buying it. He remembered Shunsei and Ukitake mentioning an Arrancar that said something similar in not fighting seriously during the last winter war and their description of said Arrancar seemed to match this one in front of him. However, that didn't mean he was just going to let him walk away from his crimes.
"Whether Aizen had ordered it or not, you are still here and that is enough reason to stop you now." He said as he drew his Zanpakuto in a burst of reiastu indicating his shikai release."Roar, Tenken."
Starrk was not surprised that the Captain was still going to fight, so he drew his sword from his sheath as to prepare for the attack. Lilynette moved back a few feet as to stay out of the way, but cursing the fact she had no one to fight herself.
"You interfered with a mission of mine. That justifies your death, as a culprit."
The red head rolled her eyes, lightly tracing her fingers on the hilt of her zanpakuto.
"You're still going off on that thing from a while back? Goodness..." she said, just as he appeared in front of her, sword aimed at her throat.
...not the best target on her, but he didn't have to know that. Maybe she could play with him a little. She hid a small smirk under her scarf as the blade drew closer towards her neck...
To most people, the sight of Sanmaru's sword slicing right through her neck would have been an indication of her death, or at least, life-threatening injury. Well, that and the fact that Samuii's accurate portrayal of dying, which included stumbling backwards, making harsh choking noises before eventually falling limp with the sword still in her neck.
Her head lowered, her bangs obscured most of her face, and what it didn't cover, the scarf did. Sanmaru shouldn't be able to see her smirking underneath.
Too bad though...she really wanted to see his reaction to her little charade.
"Alright, Isamu, here's how it goes! First, whoever finishes strongest wins. Ya can't lose yer battle... and, ah... Oh! If they run away it don't count. Ya gotta win, an' not by default. Also... Loser has ta buy the other lunch. I guess if I lose ya can get whatever ya think pays for m'meal. Heh."
Isamu rubbed his temple, sighing at Masaru's...obnoxiousness.
"In the middle of battle, Masaru? Wait-wait, what are you doing?" he asked as Masaru released his shikai...without actually fighting anyone. Then again, Masaru didn't have to worry about third-degree burns when he released his sword.
"And no gettin' yer ass saved."
Slightly, just ever-so slightly, Isamu's eye twitched. "Last time I remembered, I was the one who saved you from certain death." he remarked, just as Masaru moved himself to another table and began to release massive amounts of reiatsu.
Good god, he was going to get himself killed.
With another sigh, Isamu leapt over to another building and, without releasing his reiatsu, simply stood there. If someone wished to fight him, so be it. But he would never bring the fight to himself.
Post by Rebel Raven on Mar 24, 2011 17:31:31 GMT -5
Ever get the feeling that you were being watched?
Ever have that sinking feeling danger and doom were looming like the sword of Damoclese overhead?
Ever felt the fear that no matter how hard you looked, that it was there, simmering, like that exploding water trick one does with the microwave, waiting to scald, and harm those in the area once it had been moved improperly?
Indeed, Soifon seemed to radiate this as she watched, hidden by layers upon layers of stealth. Reduced spiritual pressure, invisibility kido, and her own skill in it.
As important was the mission was, the fact her Lieutenant had been coddling some arrancar woman caught her attention over everything else.
Her teeth clenched, her eyes narrowed, but she did not reveal herself, rather lingered like a lightning storm on the horizon. She needed to see how this unfolded, and she still had her mission to prevent the battle from getting out of hand, though that was pretty much done with as the participants had spread out it seemed, and into groups that had been reltively balanced.
Even if the battles would get out of hand she could not ignore what may well become treason. She could not prohibit people from giving a damn about each other, and normally she would not care, but this is a lieutenant, her lieutenant, consorting with the enemy, and has already performed less than loyal acts.
She watched events unfold and remained calm, but she knew it'd come down to this sooner or later.
Well, it's time to finally have that little talk...
In a flash step she appeared at Daigoro's side, breaking her layers of stealth instantly, and as opposed to a comforting gesture of understanding on her part to her leutenant, she took the typical route she'dben known for, and sought to punt him through a wall forcibly without hesitation.
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What was this... His eyes narrowed, and he saw Sanmaru's sword go directly through her neck. His eyes widened, and he stepped back, shaking slightly. No... no... A quick flick of lightning wisped around his right hand, and he grimaced, body beginning to shake slightly faster.
Not go-- WAIT. He smirked, and the lightning subsided, the redhead's mind finally calming slightly. Well, where was Samuii's hollow hole? He grinned, and shook his head, watching the fight once more from his standpoint, keeping a careful eye on events.
A sudden flash of Reiatsu appeared to his side. He was too engrossed in the events between Samuii and Sanmaru to care... until the foot hit him. He blinked and yelped, flying straight into a wall, causing a hole to appear in it - from the force of the kick. Dai groaned... but didn't pick himself up. His eyes were tearing up slightly, and he was shaking once more.
"Do... it..." Dai's voice was barely a whisper, his mind unsettled by this all - and the tattoo beginning to crackle in the dropping silence...
"P...please..." He wasn't sure what he was saying now. His own mind had lost control, and yet he was still retaining that sanity that he so ever desired. No, he had to retain his mind. His tears began to flow faster. His eyes finally opened, and the redhead stood up slowly, turning to look at his Captain, blood now flowing down his face, mixing with tears that had begun to finally flow.
"I know what you know, at least I think I do. Sanmaru told me... once... that I was too human." He shuddered at the thought, at the memory.
"I don't expect you to understand, or to feel mercy for what I've done. But I'll let you know this. I never betrayed Soul Society - except in the sense that I loved one who was seen as an enemy. I never gave secrets, nor did any one thing that would destroy the sanctity of the Gotei 13." His eyes were steely and convinced of his own good.
Jericho got a really annoyed look on his face as Dai just seemed to ignore him. "Well whatever," he said in a huff. He looked back at the two dueling on the ground just in time to see the zanpakuto seemingly get driven through the arrancar girls throat. Well damn that was short. He glanced back over at Dai who seemed like he was taking it rather personally. He supposed he should say something to help his friend. "Hey sorry about-," he stopped mid sentence as Dai seemed to completely stop getting worked up. Did he know something he didn't? Thats when it hit him...her reiastu wasn't falling like someone who had just bitten the big one. A grin came over his face right then. What a clever little fox. Not a tactic he would use but whatever made things interesting he supposed.
That when some one popped out of fucking no where. Jericho watched his friend as he was kicked through a wall. "The fuck...," he said turning to the perpetrator. What gave them the right to surprise attack someone? He hesitated as he saw the captains haori. Holy shit! He SO did not see that coming. He began to reach for his zanpakuto but then decided against it. This was between these two. Not himself. Hel maybe this is how the captains greeted subordinates. Not like he would know or anything. Plus he wouldn't intervene even if there was a fight. He liked one on one fights not two on one no matter how powerful the opponent.
Then a thought hit him. He still didn't have an opponent. Damnit! Maybe he should have taken that one girl for himself....NAH. Where would be the fun in that. Half beaten by a car and two others grasping for her. Well he supposed he could watch the two battles about to unfold. He looked back down to the arrancar and shinigami from before. Wonder how this is gonna go down?
Sanmaru had to admit, the attack was much easier than he had assumed it would be. Placated with the result of her falling limp, he almost put off making sure she was dead. He could never tell with arrancar. Hollows, they always vanished when they were dead. But arrancars would not. He drew his blade from her neck, turning his head when he felt the sudden surge of reiatsu signifying the second-division's taicho breaking her cover to attack her fukutaicho. He caught the feeling, and heard a few quieted words from a distance. Well, not that much of a distance.
Not that it mattered. A captain was handling it. He was not required. And Fon-taicho was no fool, he believed she would handle the situation appropriately without his input. Unfortunately, Daigoro seemed to think that bringing him up was ideal. As by anime law, after his name was mentioned, Sanmaru suddenly sneezed violently, putting his free hand up to his nose and shaking his head. He recovered, eventually, and shook it off.
He turned back to the task at hand, narrowing his already narrow eyes to slits to peer at Samuii's scarf. Better to make sure it wasn't just the injured animal, with just enough life remaining to scar or kill. Little bits of acid hung on the edges of her crimson scarf, but no blood as far as he could tell. This made sense to him, as the scarf may have been bloody on the inside, but hadn't soaked through yet. But nevertheless, the bespectacled shinigami scrutinized his own sword, noting with some irritation that there was no blood on the blade, and almost all of the acid remained.
He thought for a brief moment, and slowly he remembered. Hollows have holes. Why would an arrancar be any different? It was such a basic fact, and he felt blood flow to his face as anger began to boil within him. He'd been tricked, and he'd believed it too.
"I do not appreciate being played for a fool," Sanmaru murmured, holding his sword above his head and bracing himself for a little stinging on the skin. "I will, however, repay a debt to you. Bankai. Sanseiu no Doshaburi."
The top of his blade erupted with reiatsu, causing the tip of the blade to burst as a giant mass of acid accumulated above the sword, forming a large, sitting frog. An eerie green glow, a vacant expression, and a small hiss on the part of Sanmaru, whose longer sleeves had been soaked through with a small portion of acid.
He shook his sword, the frog jumping back and forth to follow the motion. The acid wiped from his skin, he peered to the red head with a glint of anger in his eye, and slashed forward, giving her several options. Run into the sword, into the frog, or be faster all together. Or go to the sides, but Sanmaru was confident in his prediction that, in anime, no one ever dodges to the side.
Masaru found himself boredly awaiting a foe to come running up to him. When that didn't work, he decided he might have to find someone to come to. But before he could even consider it, the sudden burst accompanied by a captain dropping her stealth for a punt caused him to start and turn, dropping his own released reiatsu as well.
"What the hell is that?" Masaru said with a start. He turned to watch as the red-headed fukutaicho was kicked through a wall. Damn. He had never been more glad to not be in the second division, lest she give slackers similar treatment.
He scowled as he listened to some of the exchange. The very pitiful exchange. As though he were watching a show, and speaking to characters he knew would not hear him, he mumbled, "Oh, man up, ya ginger wimp."
Directly above his head, unbeknownst to him, was a gargantua, slowly opening and revealing a girl. And arrancar girl, with messy black hair, and a maroon sash around her waist. She stepped down, lightly putting her weight onto the head of the eleventh-divisioner. Almost boredly, she reached for her head and asked, "What have I missed?"
It was Idoya, of course, and she didn't care what she missed. She would much rather be raiding a library, rather than sitting in the midst of a brawl. She was well aware of the fights in the distance, and she could feel the nearby ones as well. She just didn't give a damn. But she had assumed Kamina would want company, and someone to give him the word he needed. So she came along.
The only quesiton was... where was the old bastard?
Rinako shrunk further against the corners of a building, still hiding on the roof, and still sure she would stay there. She, unlike the others who were stunned by the assault, was rattled by it. Literally. The building she was hiding on had just acquired a man-shaped hole. And she nearly fell over the edge too, if not for some incredible feat of self-preservation that kept her from letting go of the edge and allowed her to pull herself back up. She looked down, watching a brief portion of the exchange before she decided it was better to stay hidden, and shrunk back against the wall, praying that she wouldn't be required to heal someone just for the captain to beat him up again.
The battle began with Starrk and Komamura, Starrk's sword blocking the giant blade with relative ease much to the wolf captains annoyance. Komamura wasn't going to give up just yet, so he kept going with his assault with a giant fist coming down on Starrk's head. It came down with incredible speed, touching down with titainic force engulfing the surroundung area with a cloud of dust.
However, not even a fist of gigantic proportion could come close to Starrk's high level. As the cloud subsided, the fist shaped crater had nothing in it but cracks. The former Primra Espada was no were to be seen, that is until he reappeared behind Komamura in a static flash his classic bored expression that he is known for plastered on his face.
Lilynette was somewhat entertained with the fight, but was growing tired of not doing anything herself. This was nothing compared to last year, at least those guys gave Starrk a challenge.
Elsewhere a certain wild maned man had exited a Gargantua with a large grin on his face. Taken in a deep breath, the air having a certain effect on him, and released with a burst of elevated happiness.
"Can ya smell it bro? Battle is in the air, this is what I call excitement." He calling Idoya bro due to his forgetful nature of remembering the fact Idoya is a girl was just one thing his small mind couldn't comprehend. Others would be listed but that would be a very long list.
As he ruffled Idoya's already messy hair as he gave her a big grin, Kamina spotted someone below. The tail around his waste whipped behind him, coiling around a ornate stick of matching gold and placed it within his right palm. It wasn't right in his eyes was a bystander to battle then a participant.
He came down in front of the Shinigami, the height difference was very noticeable, Kamina poked Masaru in the forehead as if he were questioning the existence of the man in front of him.
"This tree trunk looks like a guy, kinda .... what's the word?" His mind went blank as he tapped his chin with the golden stick, thinking. Why did he have to trail off in thought, it was his one weakness.
