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Omori didn't say anything to the Soutaichou but rather just nodded his head. Quickly getting out of the way he wanted to say something but knew it would do no good. Tucking the bottle of poison away he whispered. “You would have been smart to use it Soutaichou. Oh well you should be fine all the same I guess.” He only said this because he was sure he was far enough away so the Sanzo wouldn't hear him. Proceeding to look around to see where he could be of help he quickly noticed Ryusei. Omroi quickly got close to Ryusei, but not to close. Still at a safe distance he took out a syringe that was all ready to go. “Ryusei! This wont fix you but it should help, please give it to yourself. Stick the needle into any vain you can.” He said as he tossed the syringe to the captain. Wanting him to do it himself for two reasons. Omori didn't know if it was safe to touch him for one. The second reason being it would take a minute to kick in and Omori was going to try and distract the Espada. “Ryusei, you do that and i'll fight for a minute in your place. I can't give you long so hurry and give your self the shot.” Inside the Syringe was a medicine that would ether slow down the spread of the venom or stop the spread. This all depended on how strong the venom really was. Omori looked at the Espada, then looked up to see it's face. 'My shikai wont do me much good if I have to fight for real. I suppose I should use it then...i really don't want to though.' he thought. It took him a second to say it as he held his zanpakuto in hand. “Bankai, There is no time to heal, for now we must kill Ika Zuchi Chiyutsuku.” As he spoke the blade turned into to ugly sword that it was, the skull appeared on his shoulder, and his eyes looked ready to fight. “Ryusei, take the shot or i'll attack you not the tall one.” His voice was dead serious because he meant every word he spoke.

Ritsuka looked over all that was going when he got to Mt. Koifushi, spotting his best friend in an instant. With a smile, he shunpo'ed to Ryusei's location to cheer him on as he started to attack the tall Espada. Violet eyes scanned Baltazar, locking away information for documentation after this skirmish was all said and done. This guy is pretty big, so his height is against him; Dragon can take this one down in nothing flat by the way that he's handling it! All of that changed in seconds as the Espada struck out at the Nibantai, trapping him in a bear hug. It was the most excruciating thirty seconds of the pink-haired shinigami's life, and it seemed to pass achingly slow. He watched in horror as the other was bitten, clamping his hands over his ears at his friend's screams of pain.

As soon as Ryusei was thrown to the ground, Ritsuka wasted no time running over to him. "RYUSEI!! STOP!" The scientist was shaking himself as he hugged his friend close to him. All ready his health is deteriorating..His pulse has quickened and balance is compromised..I have to get him back to the lab! B-but I don't know if there's time!

Taking fevered flesh between his trembling hands, he bade the other to look at him. "Ryu-kun..Please. You need to stop or you'll die!" Trying his hardest to get the stubborn taichou to listen to him, he looked into jade eyes sternly, though all he wanted to do was break down at how much this situation reminded him of when Michiki was murdered.

Watching the Cero, Sanzo waited for something to happen. He realized that the smaller Espada liked to listen to himself talk- at least that's what he himself thought. "Would that bring you any sort of sick justification to see me in pieces? You have another thing coming if you assume it will be just that easy, despite your little daggers there." Sanzo watched Omori retreat cautiously, ready to make a move to protect had Pandora been prepared to attack. Thankfully, he didn't. "So what does that make you, Hollow? Are you Aizen's plaything or did you start out human yourself?" He honestly didn't care one way or the other what Pandora started out as, just at what he was going to end up like; which was going to be a pile of dust tossed to the winds. As the hyena Sonido'ed toward him, Sanzo used his own Shunpo to meet the other half way, clashing his blades with Pandora's fiercely. "Quit running your jaw like a damned brat." While the Espada's blades were occupied, Sanzo swept his leg to the side, hoping to catch him off-balance.

Patrolling Sanbantai in the absence of his taichou, Kira kept an eye and an ear out for anything out of the ordinary. However, there wasn't even a leaf out of place. The fukutaichou sighed, wanting nothing more than to be at his captain's side- aiding her in battle, but his obedience left him to babysit a quiet division. Not quiet for long as the booming voice of Suzuran permeated the seemingly empty area. Locating the young Hisagi, Kira greeted her with a puzzled smile. "Hisagi-san, Mikoto-taichou has been called away like the others. You can wait for her if you'd like."

Another Cero, huh? She cocked an eyebrow, banishing the current flames that blasted from her wristlets and blasting a shield again, and the Cero dissipated, same as before. This was going to get repetitive, fast. She'd have to kick it up a notch, certainly, if she wanted to get rid of this Arrancar.

She didn't allow herself to get distracted by the goings on of other fights. If Rin knew one thing, it was that doing that meant a quick death. Or a quick crippling, and a slow and painful death. So, she focused on the Arrancar, ignoring her allies. Cold? Probably. Smart? Hell yeah. She was starting to get somewhat used to his movements, which is what she liked about her zanpakuto. There was no getting used to her movements when it was released- it was too spontaneous.

Rin shot forward again, darting towards him at a quicker pace than before, letting flame wrap around her fist before swinging it towards his gut, but soon after she finished the swing she used Shunpo and was gone, darting higher into the air. Balls of flame blasted from that direction, before she moved to another location, and another. Then she landed, wrist guards smoldering, and waited for his counterattack.

The girl didn't waste time celebrating the fact that she'd hit him. It wasn't too much. It would be stupid to distract herself with such a thing. What she did notice was his number. Cuarta ... That was what they called it. The fourth strongest Espada. This was definitely not an opponent that she could relax while fighting.

Rin listened next, her eyebrow cocking. Inner cat? What did that even mean? Of course, she didn't have much time to think about it, as suddenly he was upon her. Street fights had trained her to notice the points that hand-to-hand fighters always aimed for. Judging by the height the attack was coming ... It wasn't a neck blow, or one to the chest. Stomach? Diaphragm? In any case, it would be problematic if her were hit. Suddenly the flames on her ankles went out, and she pitched backwards, narrowly missing the kick to her diaphragm by a second, though it clipped her thigh.

The flames sprouted again just before she hit the ground, and she twisted so that she was right side up. He'd gotten faster ... Hadn't he? Something had changed. He was fast- but the fact that she'd hit him before just meant that she'd have to be even faster. Which, considering the difference in size, was not entirely a problem. Her smaller size was a blessing. She was harder to hit, there was less weight that she had to worry about moving.

Of course, the move from before wasn't going to work again. He had to be a seasoned fighter. She'd have to keep him guessing, keep changing up her style. But something about him had changed as well. It was best to be on the defensive for now ... get used to his movements again, and then flash back to the offensive. So, poised for flight, she waited to see what he'd do next.

This time, she swung low, flipping to the right to dodge the punch. The twist let her fly tow the side, sweeping upwards so she floated above him. Rin's mismatched eyes watched him for a moment, narrowing slightly.

He was distracted.

She fired towards him like a shot, shunpoing in the middle of the dart to his back, blasting flame from her wristlets. And then she shunpoed again, to his front left, firing again. Then she flew in a quick circle, creating a torrent of flames around him. Sure, it was a dirty trick to attack a distracted opponent. But hell- she grew up on the streets. If fighting dirty meant she got to live another day, then she'd resort to whatever she needed. It was that simple.

Turning at the sound of a (now) familiar voice, Suzuran grinned and threw a two-fingered salute greeting to the blond fukutaichou. Before Kira's reanimation, Yaro would usually be the one to find her, and he was rarely as pleasant about her uninvited appearances as the Winter War veteran was. Kira was truly a blessing to Sanbantai . . . in more ways than one.

"Ya, Kira." True, she should be tacking on his well-deserved title behind that, but whether he liked it or not, the robust female liked to think of him as a friend. (The word "uncle" came to mind as he was her father's friend after all, but it was quickly dismissed due to his appearances and personality.) "Nn, fig'r'd'z much. Force'a 'abit."

It was, truthfully. As the only person she considered a mutual friend - she still wasn't sure about Kira - she knew Mikoto well. The two women were strange opposites: Suzuran herself jumped at any opportunity to test herself and push herself to the limits, excelling in melee combat and mediocre at best in Kidou; Mikoto was just the opposite, perfectly content to let fights go over her head if she could, and though just passing in Zanjutsu and Hakuda was quite adept in firing off Kidou in rapid succession. Whenever she could, Mikoto would avoid battles like the plague. Most likely, even now, Mikoto was going to elude actively engaging any of the Arrancar out there for as long as she could.

"'Ope y'dun mind m'bein' 'ere," the Kyuubantai sanseki remarked, rather redundantly. Anyone could attest that trying to make Suzuran do something she didn't want to was about as effective as dragging a stubborn plowing ox through rice paddies. She might as well be a boulder. A very big, very well-rooted boulder. "Yaro's usu'lly all up m'arse an'n m'face 'bout 'no' bein' where I'm s'ppos' t'be'."

She made a face as she made air quotations, then returned to her laxly confident self. Suzuran had actually been hoping that Mikoto had jipped out on going out, but seeing as she clearly hadn't, the young Hisagi had no option but to wait.

And Suzuran hated waiting. The only thing that kept her from venting out her frustration on the Sanbantai training dummies (and the Sanbantai members unfortunate enough to come within range of her) was that she now had someone worth talking to - Kira Izuru. It wasn't that he calmed her down, it was that she managed to find a way to ignore the fact that she was passing time without kicking and punching things to pulp. And she got to learn more about her father.

Looking at him now, the sanseki noticed his slightly drawn expression, and the tension in the way he held himself despite appearing at relative ease. It would have been phenomenal stupidity of her to not notice; after all, how many times had she looked in a mirror and seen the exact same look and posture in herself in similar situations? Like her, he wanted to be out there, in the slopes of Mt. Koifushi, most probably to support Mikoto directly at her side. Whether it was due to his loyalty complex, genuine concern for his new taichou, or out of pure want for action from his inner warrior, Suzuran couldn't figure out, nor did she particularly care. But she did feel her heart go out to the otherwise timid blond as a kindred warrior.

"R'lax~" she told him, thumping the man on the back before throwing her arm around his shoulders in a comradely fashion. "Mikoto'sa toughie. Sh'dun lookit, buh she'sa toughie. Sh'c'n ta'e care'a herself. Yer gonna gro' wr'nkles if'n ye keep frownin' li'e tha'," she added teasingly, poking a finger in the furrows between his eyebrows as she released him from the brief headlock.

Suzuran fell silent for a bit, then rather uncharacteristically began to think aloud. "Y'know, Kira . . . y'ain't as spineless's wut th' rec'rds say. W'in'ah firs' read'em, I thoug', 'ow c'ulda cow'rd lik'im b' bes' buds wit' m'old man?" Lacing her hands behind her head, she looked up to the sky, though not really seeing it. "I c'n see't tho' . . . yer strong. Y'ain't th'mos' conf'd'nt, but'ah know y'ain't weak, an' y'ain't backin' from'a figh'." As if she were pulling herself back from some distant place, she turned to the fukutaichou beside her, and flashed him an encouraging smirk. "I c'n trus' Mikoto t'ye. Fr'm warr'r t'nothe' . . . Good on ye, man. Jus' y'watch. One day, y'ain't gonna b'th' one shakin'in 'is 'akama."

To say he was pissed would be a complete understatement. When he was surrounded by flame, singed from several angles quite effectively, he let out a loud yell not of pain, but of frustration, using Sonido to clear the flames and get some distance. His hand gripped tightly at his sword for a moment, then he sighed. This was going to end up getting him killed. This was his prey, his battle...but he was willing to hand it over to the damn kitten if it saved him any more injury. His body was sore from all those burns, even if they were already healing.

Fine. Wanna be an annoying little p***k? Ya lose this battle, and I'll whip ya so hard ya won't know yourself from the air next to yer ears, you got me??

Kitty's got you, Grimmjow-sama~ He promises he won't tarnish your name as the Cuarta Espadaaaa~~~

Grimmjow was quick about switching over. Pantera began to quiver in its sheath as he let the kitten have his body. Skin that was normally tanned immediately bleached to white, his sclera doing the opposite, inverting to black while the intense azure of his eyes shifted to gold. Nails lengthened into long black claws. With an audible crack of sorts, his mask split open, and his grin widened to reveal pointed, sharklike teeth. Most noticably, aside from the skin, was the metamorphosis of his humanlike ears to cat ears which were now situated at the top of his head, as well as the bottlebrush white tail that skated just above his hakama line.

Interestingly enough, the blood already raised against wounds the normal Grimmjow had obtained was still red. Now though, his blood began to flow blue, and even the huge scar across his chest had a bluish tint to it.

"Aaaahhh~!!!" he cried in happiness, peering around curiously at everything. "The Grimmkitty has neeeever seen the Soul Society~"

I ain't either, ya backwoods ********' retard...focus!!

"Ohh, hai!!" He saluted in midair, then giggled a little, looking down at Rin. "Hello, Miss Taichou-chan!! I am the Grimmkitty, and the Grimmkitty is going to kill you instead~ he hopes this is okay with youuuu!!"

His tone was a higher pitch than Grimmjow's despite being pretty much the same voice, and it was much more playful at that.

That was going to be where the similarities began to taper into differences however.

For the moment, he waited for Rin to speak. It would be rude not to let her talk, riiiight?

" How many fingers, you say? well judging by the fact that its likely the same number as your IQ, Id say one. And if you are as Moronic as the rest of your species, its your middle one. I cant wait to cut that finger off and feed it to you like the dog you are. Now come, We will dance. Its your move."

Echigo was ready to fight, and if this espada was as loud moving as he was loud mouthed, fighting him should be no problem at all. Echigo lowered his sword to a one handed ready stance. Granted, he had no idea how this Arrancar would move, but he would do his best against him.

the breeze in the area blew Echigo's gray scarf back, away from his face, and the captain relaxed into his stance, waiting for the arrancar to move, and give away his strategy. True, Echigo's eyes were useless, but his ears were not, and every rustle of the Arrancar's clothing told the captain something about what he was doing.

" Im waiting. or are you too afraid to even attack a blind man?" He goaded.

Hakumen smiled behind his mask. The approaching captains seemed to have stalled, and the Espada was left alone, freeing him to seek out Aizen-dono's precious Hogyoku shard. With out a further thought, the tall espada stepped into a Sonido, to go in search of the desired gem. though where it would be, He had no idea, and he wasnt sure quite sure how he would detect it.

All through out his sonido, Hakumen constantly checked his tail for trailing shinigami, but to his surprise, and pleasure, it seemed that no one was coming after him.

" Perfect, while the others play their games, Ill find Aizens beloved shard. Heh."the Espada laughed. A hollow and emoty laugh.

Yaro looked very uneasy. he was "watching" the battle take place, via the ability to sense Spiritual pressure. the Captains all seemed to be doing fine in their fights, but then again, so did the invading forces... it was no matter. He had to have faith in his Taichou.What if the Arrancars win? they came here for something, but what would be in the soul society so valuable that there would be so many high level Arrancars...What are they after?Yaro thought to himself.

Then something caught his attention Immediately, An arrancar was moving away from the group, and even worse, he was moving unmolested. that could not be a good sign, as an Arrancar of this level did not seem likely to "Run Away", but what should he do?

" Should I warn lieutenant Kira? is he even up to strength enough to battle, after being asleep for 500 years? I dont know what to do... Dammit."yaro cursed." I have no choice, if that arrancar is allowed to go unchallenged, they might acheive their goal. I havent time to ask lieutenant Kira for help, I just hope I can hold him till back up arrives."Yaro gulped, as he nervously stepped into Shunpo.