The Opening Battle.

New York city happens to be a cesspool. Or at least in Armond's opinion. Long long ago, it used to be elegant. It used to be survival. Hookers running about with at least some modesty. Gambling here and there. Bootleggers of the alcoholic kind. Armond longed for the good old days. But that wasn't going to happen, ever. He hated how infested it had become with lights, sex, violence. He loved all three of those, but in fair amounts...except sex. Sex issues tended to run in his family, and Armond was no exception. But he wasn't in New York to criticize it or have sex, he was here for violence. Though he could criticize and fight.

How this came to be, how things got so bad, it was all a mystery to Armond. Not all the parts. He knew the major events, but how he got here and dragged into this is beyond him. Maybe it was because the Shinigami were getting wrecked. Their bodies littered the ground, as well as some humans and Hollows, and their blood covered buildings. Every second it seemed a new Shinigami fell to the onslaught of Hollows. It was almost comical in a way. The great protectors falling to their worst enemy. Poetic, and yet terribly cliche. And, of course, as usual the knight, or in this case knights, in shining armor comes to the rescue. Armond and his small, but incredibly powerful, army stood, they stood he sat, on a building observing the fight. Manhattan was taking a beating. Queens was no better, and the Bronx even worse. Wasn't long before the fight would come to them.

Methias, his closest friend, stood on his right, and his beloved and beautiful cousin Tai stood on his left. Behind him was the newest member Chevalier. His figure was something out of a movie. The main and experienced men in the front lines, and one lone figure in the back curious about so many things. Though Armond knew Chevalier was curious about little. He was a soldier. He knew what he needed to know and that was good enough for him. Plus, Armond never kept anyone in the dark unless it'd help them live to see tomorrow. In war however, hiding information cannot help, only hurt.

Armond sat there with his legs swinging in the air and his ruby red, currently violet thanks to contacts, scanning the skies. He didn't need the contacts but he enjoyed having purple eyes. He smirked a bit as the skies showed the bloody battle. "A glorious night for a fight. Wouldn't you agree?" His voice was soft and even. It was an open question. He directed it at all of them, but they weren't required to answer. Armond's blood was flowing freely in his body. Whenever he smelled blood, or saw battle his mind went blank. He stopped thinking, and ran on instinct. He didn't notice the world around him, only the fight. He wasn't a beast in combat. He was not wild or untamed. He was cold, cruel, calculating, and swift. Like the feline his Zanpakuto and Mask represented.

Before this fight he spent five hours a day fighting with his two Spirits to prepare for this fight. He knew what to expect. The Shinigami were falling but nothing bad had hit yet. Espada were not here. When the Espada show the Vizards will be there. But they wouldn't waste their energy on weaklings like these low class Hollow. Raion told him of a special training, but he said that Armond was not near ready. This annoyed Armond, to know his own partner, his other half, was holding out on him. Armond would simply work harder though. Espada were coming, and he knew it. As such, he would just take his anger out on them.

Armond wore a black leather trench coat with a V-cut tail. Under it he had a white silk shirt. His pants were simple blue jeans, and he had a pair of black sneakers. The outfit was by far one of his more casual ones. He had a black leather glove on each hand as well. Nowhere on his person did he carry a Zanpakuto. At least not a visible one. The Ex-2nd Division Captain was more than ready for battle. Shin, though at first he thought him to be obnoxious and an imbecile, was his friend. And his friend was about to get his ass kicked. Armond wasn't going to let that happen. Tai would have his head. Not that he needed the threatening and vicious verbal and physical assault of his cousin to motivate him.

"Prepare yourselves, Vizards. Tonight is promised to be one hell of a night. I trust in your abilities." Armond stood and touched Chevalier and Tai's seal. "Release restraint." The sound of glass breaking was heard and white fragments lifted from their bodies. Tai and Chevalier were not longer bound to their mask, they could go all out. He expected them too. "We wait for the Espada. I don't care who you see from your former life. That's all it is now. A FORMER life. When the Espada show up, we'll join in the fun." He sat back down and waited, humming idly.

A big pipe bowl hit the ground sending a thud vibrating through the city of New York. A man with purple hair leaned against the top end of the pipe while looking ahead of him. He was here. Shin could feel it. Armond was in New York. And so was Tai. He sighed as a hollow tried to jump him. Pointing his index finger at the hollow, he fired a single bolt of lightning through its white mask.

How did this happen, one minute he was sitting in his office enjoying a smoke, when the next someone from his division came in with a report that the human world was under attack by an army of hollows ranging in the thousands. This was the last thing the Soul Society needed. Not only had they just moved from Japan to France, but they had also suffered huge losses during the previous war against the Espada that had ended just a few years ago.

Swinging the sixteen inch pipe in a full circle, Shin managed to kill eight Hollows that had attacked him. Their movements had too much order to them. The Hollows were attacking the leaders of small squads, killing them to create chaos. This tactic was working with some of the new Soul Reapers who had just graduated from Soul Academy, but against veterans it would do nothing. The real problem was, every time one Hollow died, it seemed like two took its place. Another swing of the pipe; this time shin was able to kill ten Hollows.Looking around, Shin saw four members of the Yamashina family close by, killing Hollow after Hollow.

Two of them had already activated their shikai. He had made contact with Armond before leaving the Soul Society to see if he would come help. He agreed. Shin had been grateful that his friend had decided to help. Problem was Armond only liked to fight strong opponents, and they had yet to arrive. Shin’s haori was stained red with blood. It was going to take forever to get it all out in one wash. Swinging his pipe, Shin connected with a cero that was fired from a Menos, and watched as the cero connected with its white mask.

His victory has short lived, when he felt another cero coming his way, this one much stronger than the one he just hit back to the Menos. Quickly dodging, Shin watches as the cero connects with a small group of Hollows mixed with Soul Reapers. Turning to face the direction of where the cero came from, Shin sees a Vasto Lorde approach him. “Looks like the real fun is about to begin.”

Marin, going by Xenmar waited for the right time in the now rather empty Quarts forest. He needed the Hollows to create Chaos so a team of Order could arrive and catch some off guard. Xenmar knew that the more experienced Shinigami would only note the addition of an orderly team or tactics and strategy, but every off guard enemy weakened the whole. That was the advantage to realitivly small teams, it was harder to disrupt them; it was like going from hitting a wall with a dart to hitting a dart board.

He smiled, more to himself than others as wind stirred his Uwagi and long red cape-like hair. His Kidou Seal glowed its bone color in a shadow-like manner in the current dim lit environment as time passed. Finally he felt space split as a Garganta opened allowing Corvus to step through.

“Xenmar I loath this, this... tactic.” Corvus stated without even much as a bow or acknowledgment

The person Corvus was addressing laughed for a moment, it was necessary or else he wouldn't have been able to understandably respond, “... Planning, Corvus I believe that is what you're looking for. Yes I know you'd rather Gran Ray the... Nightly Planet News.” He wasn't as informed of Human structure as he should be, but continued none the less, “There is a time and place for big explosions you will have your chance very soon. Now what is the current field status? You did get to the scout?”

Corvus shifted his weight to lean against one of the many Quarts trees, light shining off his bald head, “Yea, I did...” the third Espada updated his leader with the on goings and Xenmar smiled. his returning old overconfidence may be more of a detriment than a boon, but one can't see that in the present.

“The plans need to change slightly now, I didn't expect this kind of positioning. It's a non-critical deviation.” he paused for a moment gathering his thoughts, “Corvus I want you to hide in the Reiatsu shadow of the Vasto Lorde near the 1st Division Captain. Strike with a down sweeping Cero of any type you wish, even if he defends any Shinigami fighting in the human buildings nearby should be destroyed.” he paused for a moment to see if Corvus was going to ask questions or be obstinate, he did neither, “Ok, Corvus deploy now. I'll inform the others of changes.” being disrespectful again Corvus left without as much as a nod.

Marin summoned the elegant acrobat Gimel and alluring Kunoichi Zoushi. Gimel's Garganta opened as it usually did, in the air, with her athletic form tumbling gracefully out. He momentarily admired her looks, but ceased as it was both distracting and would bear no fruit beyond friendship due to her preference to the non-male of the species. She Stood a few inches shorter than Xenmar with black weaponized, single braided hair. Gimel wore a aerodynamic Red/Pink outfit.

Zoushi's Garganta opened silently slightly after Gimel's. Her outfit was forming, but non-descript. She had dark green hair down to her mid back tied in three places with small ribbons. She had been behind Xenmar undetected for a few seconds before walking around silently into view. The Espada leader was distracted for a moment, due to very similar reasons as with Ginel, except he stopped himself from fear of a knife in the back.

Now that they were both here Xenmar informed them of the revised plans. The First and Second Espada wre to go after The 2nd Division Captain. That captain was one of the most threatening on the field. So threatening as to need two Espada.

Gimel nodded. “Gotchya!”

Zoushi didn't nod, but she did have a gleam in her eye. The kind of gleam that would enjoy a challenge such as this, “Understood, Leader.”

They both turned around, Gimel tried to grab her partner's arm, but failed as Zoushi clearly picked up her pace to go through portal. Gimel let out a small sigh before following.

'What a pair.' Xenmar thought before calling in Red and Razer, the Fifth and Sixth Espada. The simple flowing outfits of Asian descent was worn by both, though Red's was green and Razer's was blue. Their mission was simple. They were to play point defense and counter intercept for the rest of the Espada. The two would try to blend into the hoards and be the scalpel amongst the slaughter. Red bowed at his commands while Razer with his constant eerie grin nodded understanding such simple orders. After they left Xenmar called in the Fouth, Seventh, Eight, and Ninth. Jade, Fran, Callo and Kallo.

There base mission was simple, though Kallo and Callo had special objectives. The base mission was to target the lieutenant and lower Shinigami. Killing the trainees weakened the King and his Knights, weaker defenses and more pressure on the enemy. They all under stood and all left to battle, but two that were held back for further instructions. There special objective was to keep the 10th Division Captain from helping his comrades, the Shinigami commanders would have to help some of their friends with the forces being brought to bare through the Chaos. This special objective would be enacted when not helping a fellow Espada. Callo and Kallo had a special knack for working together with people, especially each other. This special duo would be a challenge for just about anyone.

Now it finally rested on himself and the Cero Espada, Joe. The forest was now still quietly glimmering and remained that way even after Joe's arrival. Joe already knew his mission. It was the same mission he always had, that of bodyguard. Xenmar was going after the Vizard, not even they would just sit by and watch, they had to be waiting for something and This Arrancar figured it was his Espada. Xenmar would be going not after their leader, but his staff, preferably a langoleer with Joe only along to defend from others, Xenmar was going after the small framed Chevalier...

Battle NPC Espada (Area of Skill/Ability)

0- Joe (Discerning Weak points)
1- Gimel (Agile)
2- Zoushi (Stealth)
3- Corvus (Brute Cero)
4- Jade (Poison)
5- Red (Adaptive Tactics)
6- Razer (Percision)
7- Fran (Brute Strength)
8- Callo (Cooperative attacks)
9- Kallo (Cooperative attacks)

Chevalier's expression didn't change as Armond released the limiter that had been placed upon all of the younger Vizards. His mind was already focused on the battle taking place below them. Somewhere down there his sister was most likely fighting for her life against the unending horde of Hollows which seemed to have descended upon this once proud city, but the ex-second division commander was right. As much as it pained him to wait up here and not immediately add his sword to the fray to help those struggling below, his place was standing at the other's side awaiting the arrival of the Espada. No one else present was powerful enough to handle them, save for possibly Shin, and if they allowed themselves to be drawn away from their posts then they most likely would not be able to react fast enough when their targets arrived. Reyne and the others were going to have to look out for themselves tonight and that was just all there was to it.

They didn't have to wait long though, even now he could feel the sudden change in ambient spiritual energy as they first of the Espada arrived. Soon the entire area seemed to soak up their presence as they began appearing in small packets all across the battlefield. He could sense two of the strongest near his twin's position and knew that it was to them he must direct his attention. She may be only a part of his past to Armond, but to him she was still the only link he had to that life he had so long ago forgotten, the only proof he had that there had once been more to him then just fighting and he'd be damned if he was going to let her fall to these creatures. So long as he was able to intercept them before they reached her then his secret would be safe, and then he would not have violated the lead Vizard's orders.

Now that their opponents had arrived he gestured with a nod of his head the direction he was intending to move in and said, "Assuming you've no objections, Sessha will move to head off the group in that direction." He hesitated just long enough to confirm that his choice was alright with Armond and then moved to shunpo off the roof and into the fray. This was what they had come here for, so they had best be about it before any delay on their part caused unnecessary casualties.

Armond did not so much as twitch at the question. "No you may not. They aren't worth anything. You know just as well as I do that these are merely pawns. Knights at best. But pawn or knight, they are still low ranking and can only go so far." Armond said all this with a distant voice. He didn't know Chev's worries, but he had his theories. Armond worried too. Shin was powerful, but the king was worthless without help. "I'm sorry, but we're here to prevent things for getting worse. Right now we're sitting in warm water. We have yet to see anything right now. Also note how the Espada that are here have split. This is a planned attack. We don't know their orders, be they to kill or occupy, but we can safely assume the worst is yet to come." Armond closed his eyes as he awaited the next of the 2spda to come and join the party.

A white sword stabbed through the Vasto Lorde pinning him to a nearby building with Shin only a arm length away. He had been forced to use his shikai. If he hadn't, he would have died from the numerous cero blasts the Vasto fired off at him. Putting his right hand to his right ear, he asked for an update on the situation while fingering the burn marks in his haori and robes. Shin nodded as he cut down another hollow with his sword. This was getting boring. The more weak opponents that showed, the angerier he was getting, whihc was not a good thing for his opponents. With the finished report, Shin had learned that Espada had made their way to some of the Captains, himself included. If the Espada wasn't prepared, his life would be snuffed out like the Vasto Lorde who had approached him. Looking around, Shin found one of his family members dead, laying beside a small group of hollows. Turning back towards the Vasto Lorde to retrieve his sword, Shin felt a new reaitsu, this one stronger than the Vasto. Hopefully this one would prove more of a challange

Earth. A pitiful place by even the most enthusiastic of standards. War, chaos, disorder and hatred decorated the surface like icing on a pudding. A tragedy, really, but alas, even if it was as bad as some believed, it was still the Shinigami's goal to take the spirits of the deseased to the 'heaven' that was Soul Society. But no matter how awful a place it could be, it was also a great place to live, atleast he had heard from those whom had lived there before. What was it that made this place so magical? Why couldn't pulses continue on there way without a Shinigami? And what was it that made the spirits long to stay there? A mystery shrouded by a cloak.

Standing to the right of the fabled leader of the Vizard, Methias folded his arms across his chest. This man was the second in command of the Vizard, and arguably the man with the most ways to fight. He could use Systema, he could fight amazingly with two swords, and he even mastered the art of using a single, huge broadsword. Truly a weapons master, in any sense of the phrase. He was truly a fantastic weapon to have on their side aswell, capable of learning many things in the most incredible of speeds known to the outside world. This was clear in his analytic capabilities. He could see through most enemy tactics and retaliate in a single moment. Many were in awe of his excellent mind, and even more feared it. And these few words were but the truth. This man was the former Captain of the Sixth Squad for all the right reasons.

Those who gazed upon him would be greeted with an almighty beauty. He was pretty boy, and what his techniques couldn't do to the female members of the Espada, his looks certainly could. With a perfectly proportioned face, long, heart stopping, jet black hair, and a pair of the deepest red eye's man has ever laid eye's upon, he was certainly capable of making many a woman weak in the legs. However, it was not only his face that could melt a womans urge for battle. No, it was what he had beneath his head that most paid attention to. On his shoulders, he wore a black leather Trench-coat, in the same manner as his best friend. However, he instead wore nothing beneath this, his toned chest and stomach being revealed to the outside world as he knelt down, looking over the city of New York.

"A glorious night for a fight. Wouldn't you agree?" a voice from his left called out. Armond had finally opened his thin lips. Soft, even, elegant. A few choice words that Methias truly thought of his masters voice at this time. Methias knew he didn't have to answer the question, and he didn't. He wasn't one to speak during a battle unless it was completely required of him. It was useless. Words were not actions, and actions determined the inevitable outcome of battle. Placing his hand on the floor, he continued to peer out into the horizon, awaiting for that one moment where the Espada would finally reveal themselves. Already, the Hollow kind was prancing around the city in all it's disgusting glory.

Watching as Armond released both Chevalier's and Tai's seals, Methias couldn't help but remember that he himself had no such thing. He was supposedly the second strongest of the Vizard, beneath only Armond himself, and because of this, he apparently knew how and when to use his powers. A pity to those who found themselves standing at the wrong end of the battlefield. As the seals broke, the two others were able to use the full extent of their abilities. This meant possible Hollow transformations, and a definately plus for the Shinigami. They needed all the help they could get, according to the scattered bodies of many lying lifeless on the ground, blood decorating the sky.

His eye's widening, Methias immediately noticed the General Commander making his grand appearance. While Methias was the Sixth Division Captain for several years, most Shinigami thought he was nothing more than dead. Even Armond hadn't revealed his life to anyone. This gave them the element of surprise, atleast in numbers, and in strength. And because of this, it was very unlikely Shin would even notice his appearance. Moving to a standing position, the enemy had finally arrived. The leader of the Espada, the nameless Arrancar bastard that started this war. Methias was definately weaker in terms of Reiryoku, but that wouldn't stop him making his move. Drawing out his dual Zanpaktou, he spun them beside him, barely missing Armond, although it was unlikely Armond would even attempt to dodge with the trust these two had developed over the years. Simply nodding at Armonds second comment, Methias disappeared from sight. He wasn't one to stay in a group, so it wasn't going to surprise anyone. Before the wooshing sound had even finished, Methias was far too far away from the other Vizard for most to notice him.

Moving at blistering speed, Methias soon found himself noticing a single Espada, a number 5 tatoo'd on his very noticable face. Methias had found his first target. Even though this wasn't the strongest of Espada, Methias knew that taking out the middle men would allow for the others to have an easier time. His job was simple, kill it until it died. Laughing outloud at his joke, he grinned as the fifth Espada noticed him. Both eyebrows raising, he made a taunting gesture, releasing his Reiatsu into the atmosphere. This was clearly stronger than 'most Captains' Reiatsu, and it wasn't even at his peak, considering the distinct lack of a Hollow Mask. Spinning his blades around him once more, Methias disappeared from sight, his time spent in the Second Squad clearly not wasted.

Appearing behind his target, Methias swung one blade towards the back of the enemies knee's, and the second was lunged towards its chest. However, this Espada was definately as quick as Methias when it came to thinking of ways to fight against an enemy. He felt his eye's widen as the Fifth Espada flipped sideways, evading both attacks, and as Methias had reached the pinacle of his attack, he was in a prime counterattack-worthy position. A blade then came towards Methias' left eye, a quick thought entering his head as he tilted slightly, the blade barely missing his seductive skin. "Hmpth, I do love how this King doesn't consider me a threat. Ah well, just time to prove him wrong." He said, noticing how another Two Espada were being sent to the Vizard Leaders position. As he spoke, he spun around on the spot, raising his blades as he did, creating a whirlwind of steel and death. Another swift dodge from the Fifth Espada, and the battle was truly on the way.

"Perhaps it's because you are weak enough to not be considered a threat." was the next piece of useless information to escape the Fifth Espada's mouth, a light laughter following from it. However, as the idiot spoke, it seemed to notice a distinct pain in its stomach. Looking down, Methias had pierced through his hip with a ferocious lunge, at such a speed it could barely be followed by even the most trained eye's in the world. "Then perhaps I shall finally reveal myself. Second in Command of the Vizard, and the man who soon shall be your doom. Methias Stelligar, and you're pretty fucked." He replied, as he removed his blade from the Fifth Espada's body, before making distance between them once more. "Come to me, Milla et Molla."

And with a sudden burst of power, Methias' blades both disappeared, revealing in their place a pair of gloves. It was definately unusual for most standards. The uniqueness that was a Dual Zanpaktou becoming a pair of gloves was definately on most people's minds, atleast those watching. They were made of a hardened alloy, one that seemed to not bother Methias at all as he lunged out and made a light jab in the air. Most would assume he felt no pain while using these gloves, which was odd considering the very hard metal they were made from. Now was time for things to get interesting, atleast many would assume. But alas, this Vizard had a strategy that most, oddly, didn't consider, and his actions that followed would reveal them to the outside world.

Blasting forwards at high speed, the Arrancar came into close range of Methias, thrusting a first towards his face. Without even blinking, Methias grasped hold of the hand that was coming at him, all the while moving his own leg towards his opponents shin. Then, by placing all his weight onto the foot, a horrific snapping noise echoed through the city of New York as the Arrancars leg snapped into two, bone ripping through flesh, blood bursting out onto the street. Nobody could've seen this attack coming. Systema, Methias' favorite fighting style, and the most deadly hand to hand combat system imaginable. Winking as he still had the man in his hand, he kicked out, the Arrancar then falling to the ground, before revealing its own Zanpaktou.

However, Methias already expected this, and while still holing onto the hand, Methias kicked it with great ferocity on the blunt side, sending the blade several meters away, and the Arrancar was now at the mercy of the apparently ruthless Vizard. Then, it happened. Both of Methias' gloves glowed, before a huge amount of wind and fire energy manifested itself utop the Arrancar, just before Methias. The heat was quite apparent as the fire began to cook the Fifth Espada alive. The living cremation slowly lost life, the first of many Espada deaths becoming quite apparent. Methias' plan was clear. Kill them before they can release their Resurreccion, making them considerably easier to handle. One down, nine to go. Then, onto the big boss. Fading away once more, Methias appeared utop a high building, and scanned the area for his next target.

Marin and Joe exited the Garganta within the hoards hoping that the hoards will blend the Reiatsu. A flood of Hollows flowed around him and Joe as Marin looked for the lower members of the Vizard it took him several minutes of sifting through the reiatsu of so many to find the right mix of what he hoped was the power. He had to consider the possibility of a Vizard keeping his energy low.

However Marin with Joe headed towards the signature on foot until they got closer. Occasionally dispatching lower, cadet, Shinigami they finally got close.

"Let's go and cut some support ties." said Xenmar, Marin, the current head of the battle.

He and the Espada Joe leapt from floor to floor to keep there energy low until an unusual Vizard? Cosplayer? came into view. A boy with cat ears and a tail. With him was another Vizard, the one unknownst to Xenmar as Armond.

This second and apparently hidden Vizard had several degrees of handsome well keptness, even from behind. A fact that anyone no matter their gender would note and that fact meant trouble, that fact meant personal and inner strength.

The first, indented target, Vizard was something different. At first there was an eerie focus that was practically emanating off of him. This focus wasn't a bright beacon of strength, but a subtle one, one that could only be detected by the highly skilled or warriors of great age of which he was one. His foe's ears twitched a moment, but turned out not to be a sign of notice, however his tail seemed to note some form of agitation. But all these facts were thrown out the window when he noticed how he, the small framed Vizard, was subtly, perhaps unconsciously, standing. It was purposefully loose, albeit agitated, a stance Marin had seen true masters of any given martial art take. Regardless of all this information however the Arrancar needed to think and consider.

'Why can't I...grr. The Vizard are best taken on one at a time; need a distraction.' Xenmar thought not expecting this, but that's the price for such a large and full battle zone... plenty of ways to blend and sneak especially if your just standing there.

He signaled to Joe not to continue the assent. Marin and Joe instead dropped down a ledge to keep out of sight, but in earshot there had to be a right time, but his overconfidence combined with his instincts were telling him to fight. He's not sure how long he could wait.

The destruction rendered by his Fouth, Seventh, Eight, and Ninth Espada should be getting to them by now, however he had to remind himself that the Vizards may not care about such things despite their close connection to the Shinigami.

Joe glanced away for a moment and Xenmar followed suit. What Joe and now he noticed was Gimel and Zoushi the first and second Espada decisively moving, well Zoushi was decisive and Gimel seemed to be trying to playfully grab at her, they must of located the 2nd division Captain.

'Just don't be a fool when you fight the Ca-' his thoughts cut through the same as his vision.

A beam of energy crossed close, but was relived to find it was from Razer just doing his job and safe guarding the other Espada in a sniper like manner, apparently the Captain of 5th division was caught off guard occupied with Jade the fourth Espada.

Another blast was shot through the energetically lit city at this point Xenmar was no longer paying attention and as such not know who had been targeted, but if he had been he would of realized it was a shot at Red's foe and that if would arrive too late to do any good. Such was a War like this, not everything goes off without a hitch and good people may be killed by the oddest mistake or bad decision.

Xenmar would only wait so much longer if this mysterious Vizard doesn't move soon then this leader can only hope he'll respect an obvious one to one fight, but if he doesn't that's what Joe's here for.

Flashes of light filled the sky in the distance and anyone that noticed would know that it would storm* soon, perhaps a storm of appropriate strength for such a battle of epic proportions.

[* the storm will arrive after all the PCs have posted. we're waiting for 2nd and 10th Captain right?]

Chevalier paused at Armond's response, turning back to look at him just as Methias vanished, "Seems Sessha isn't the only one that can't standby idly," his eyes darted about as more Espada level signatures appeared on the field. If his new allies only considered this situation WARM water then just what level of destruction were they expecting see here tonight? He had seen quite a bit in his time and as a result could imagine some truly terrifying things, none of which he wanted to see occurring here.

Letting out a subtle calming breath he tried to push aside his emotional attachments for a moment and see things from the objective analytical stance that Armond seemed to enjoy. Seeing as the four of them were probably the most potent weapons available in the Shinigami arsenal at the moment, he could concede the logic behind the Vizard leader's way of thinking. Unfortunately Chevalier could not bring himself to cut ties so easily, not when he knew how much of a difference he could make if he weren't standing here with his thumb up his ass.

"If we wait too long there won't be anything left to save... but This One will do as you ask for the moment and wait until we know where we're the most needed. I just hope that such things become apparent while there is still enough time to make a difference."

Armond watched with mild interest as Methias took off. He wasn't surprised that he was the first one to move. If he wasn't the first one, then maybe he'd have been a bit shocked. Methias always was one to have a need for leaving his mark somewhere. But now he was alone out there. A single chess piece in a shit storm of a game. A fight for control of the center. Always a fun time during chess. Especially when everyone else is only watching and you are fighting. Armond didn't care though. He had more than enough time and patience. He was here because of Shin. That's it. He couldn't care less about Chevalier's people here, or Methias' ties to these people. He himself had no ties here save Shin. The Sotaicho had asked him to be here, and he was. Simple as that. But there was no real danger yet. No, this was all just a ploy. It's a trick of the eye and body.

"You'd be wise to remain where you are Chevalier. Sit. Relax. The reason we are so far away is because we're hiding. Haven't you noticed? Not one creature has come near us. We are too far from the battle to be sensed. You'd have to get through hundreds of thousands of Hollow reiatsu big and small to detect six small shinigami reiatsu. It just isn't happening. Not unless they got near the edge. So relax. You knew you were abandoning your life when you chose to walk this road. So abandon it. You have family in there correct? Forget them. We may be buddy buddy with the Shinigami, but we are no longer of their kind. The leader may accept us, but his people see things differently." He looked back at Chevalier. "Sit down, Chevalier. Sit and observe. That is what we're here for. To observe our enemy. When the real threat comes, we will move. And remember, it only takes a single move to change everything. So it's never too late. Just harder than before."

Armond looked back at the fight. Chevalier meant well, but there was nothing he could do. They were few in numbers. Armond wanted his enemies to come out of the shadows. He didn't expect any of the Espada to truly do any irreparable damage. Not until the King and his highest showed up. Those being numbers one and zero. When all three of them show up, their move will be made. Armond though he felt a power surge in Hollow reiatsu, and for a moment he moved to stand. It was gone though, but he was alert now. "The problem with hiding, Chevalier. Is more often then not, if your enemy can't see you, you can't see him either..." He sat back down and watched with eyes dead to the rest of the world.

Shin waited. There was no sign that the reaitsu wasn't moving. If the Hollow wasn't going to move, than he would. Placing his right hand to his right ear, and turned on the earpiece that was implanted in his ear. It was unnoticable to the untrained eye. "All squads regroup, and prepare to break through. All division that have lost their Captain, the Lieutenant is now promoted to Captain for the time being. The Lieutenant of the First Division is in charge until I get back" Casting Kyokko, Shin disappered by bending the light around him which also compeletly erased his pressence so that no one could sense him. Shin started to move around the hordes of Hollows, undected. If he could take down some of the Vasto Lorde, it would help relief some of the stress on the squads, and make it easier for them to regroup. From what he was hearing in the earpiece, Shin guessed that he had so far lost three of his Captains, the Fifth, Seventh and Twelevth. Making a sharp turn towards where the fifth division waw. While moving through the hordes of Hollows, Shin killed any of the weak ones he passed by, before reaching the spot where he would find the corpse of the fifth division, he even took down a couple of Vasto Lorde, while they were distracted by a pair of Shinigami. Finally making it to the spot where the fifth division captain was, Shin saw what had taken him down. An Espada.

Shin recongized the sword at the Hollow's hip. Now it made sense why he cound't get into contact with him, and Espada of a high rank had taken him out. Moving to a spot where he could still see the Espada that had taken out his comrade, Shin, released the Bakudo, and kept his reaitsu at a low and alomst undecteable level. Wanting to give him self the advantage Shin started an incantation. "Disintegrate, you black dog of Rondanini!! Look upon yourself with horror and then claw out your own throat! Bakudo #9 Geki" Casting the Bakudo, Shin watched as the Espada was engulfed in a red light, unable to move. Jumping down from his hiding spot, Shin approached the Espada. "Time for you to die you piece of shit." Reaching the Espada, Shin grabbed the face of the unrealesed Esapda and castsa Kido at point blank "Kido # 54 Haien" A purple wave of reaitsu hits the Espada and leaving only a small pile of ash that slides through Shin's hand as the Espada is incerated.

Reyne looked around her the mass of hollows surrounding her squad, they had lost some of her squad, but it wasn’t too bad…. Yet. In all her years she hadn’t fought this many hollows at once, this was going to be a long battle and an even longer night. Thinking to herself as she jumped up to slice another hollows mask in half, “~~Where is my damn brother when I need him, he just had to be dead during a huge battle like this….Merr.” ~~ The hollow fell backwards making a few stuck under it’s weight, at least for a little while.

Then that’s when she noticed these two women espada one dress in pink, and the other had dark greed hair. “ Now this was going to be a problem, I’m not sure I can take two on, but maybe I can at least stall long enough for my squad to get away and weaken them…..” Reyne then told her lieutenant “ Get the squad out of the area and go find another squad and aid them in this battle, I’ll join you when I can. And that is an order lieutenant, I’m trusting you with this.”

Reyne then turned back to the two females. She was going to do her damn best to at least kick these girls butts and prove that she could fight on her own. " Alright lady's who are you and what do you want?"Reyne knew that was a dumb question, but after all she was trying to buy time and mabte have some fun in what might be her last moments.

Tai was standing a bit behind her brother, yet to his left as she looked along with him and the other members of the Vizards from the building they were on. She was the first and only female Vizard member so far but her gender did not mean that she was weak in any way. She was the third strongest, only behind in power to Armond and Methias. She stood with her arms crossed under her generous breasts, pushing them up some, as she leaned more onto her left leg then her right. Her left leg was straight up and down while her right was off to the side and bent a bit at the knee. Her long black hair was down and it was so long that it went down and past the curve of her well toned ass. Her hair was as black as a raven’s wing and would seem to be a dark blue shade of color in some lights on how they hit her hair. Her hair was like living silk, soft and smooth to the touch that would have make any other female jealous of how it had body and never seemed to have split ends or any imperfections once so ever. Her smoky red ruby eyes were fixated upon the expanse of the area before them as she just simply waited, mute. Her lips were a light pink shade and currently they were tilted upwards in a mix between a smirk and a playful smile. This meant that she had something in her mind and that she was just playing the waiting game. As Armond spoke about how tonight was a glorious night for a fight, she merely lifted her right hand from her left arm and moved her black bangs out of her eyes and away from her face some as she smirked a bit more in a silent agreement.

She was wearing one of her favorite outfits of all time that her brother Armond has gone out with her and bought back when they were both Shinigamis. That was a long time ago and it still amazed her that she could still fit into the outfit, though the top was a bit snug but she got over it since she liked it so much. She was dressed in a steel blue silk corset with a sweetheart neckline, silver button front, and silver lace-up details. A black satin skirt that had slits on either side that went up almost all the way to the hips with black shoes with slim but straight high heels. The only piece of jewelry she wears is a blue and silver-tone flat bubble heart-shaped Venetian glass pendant on a three-strand silver-tone Venetian glass bead choker. She watched as Methias simply disappeared to do what he wanted and stayed silent as she heard the conversation between Chevalier and Armond about why they were here. They were only observers to this. Watching is all that they would do. But she did miss fighting with the Gotei 13 as she was in the 2nd Division before she went over to the Kido Corps and became their Captain before she became what she was now. She paid the price, as she gained her powers as a true Vizard she lost her ability to speak out with her own voice. Yet over the years as a Vizard, she has learned to speak with others with her mind. So far, she has only spoken to Armond this way and no one else. She continued to stay silent and she didn’t move an inch from where she originally stood, looking more like a statue then as a real living being.

A single flash of light appeared before the eye's of Methias shortly before he took to the roofs, a sniper like bolt, apaprently. His immediate reaction was a simple one, locate where the bolt had come from. Immediately looking to see where the bolt had landed, he turned his head to face the direction it came from. Although far away, the area was definately cut down in which he would have to search for this enemy. However, just as his eye's met the area, another bolt of energy shot towards his direction. With a swift movement, Methias felt his head being pushed back just by the outside force of the energy, even though no contact was made. This blast of energy must have been incredibly potent, otherwise the force wouldn't have done anything. However, Methias immediately realized that these blasts were being directed at him. Perhaps he struck a nerve by killing the ally? Fools. Attacking him was asking for a death warrant.

And then, what sounded like a clash of blades echoed through the air. A storm was approaching, what a fallacy to imbue upon the land. Such a perfect weather for the battle which would end on this day. However, he didn't have too much time to dwell on this. While the storm was moving closer, and even while it could be heard, Methias still had to deal with the imminate threat that what could only be an Arrancar was placing upon him. With a single, swift nod, Methias leaped off of the building, using Hoho to stay in the air even though there was not but a single object to stand on. As he did, another blast shot towards him, in which he utalized Shunpo to dodge at the last second, once again being pushed back by the force it was immiting. Yet, this pushback was much more effective. Methias found himself being slung into the side of a building, smashing through the glass that allowed people to look out. Rolling backwards, he ended up standing once more, now being greeted by an office room.

"Urgh... I'm gonna have to deal with this before it gets out of hand." he muttered to himself, his right hand moving up to his now bleeding hairline. Bastards. If there was one thing you didn't do, it was ruin the look of this pretty boy. Pushing on his back leg, he bolted out of the officer, once again using Hoho, and began to move towards where the blasts of energy were coming from. His blood dripping to the ground, it was likely that the force of gravity when he was up this high could even make the blood cause damage. However, that wasn't an issue at the moment. Find the cover, and destroy it. That was what needed to be done. If he took out this one, he would likely give a huge advantage to the Shinigami, or atleast even the odds once more. This was an incredibly efficient plan by the Espada, Methias could only think of the damage this was doing to the Shinigami. But then again, why was Methias in such a hurry to help these people?

The answer lied within his past. He truly cared for the Soul Society, and perhaps it was a slight lingering loyalty to them which urged him to fight in this war. Or perhaps it was because his best friend was a key figure in this. Even he didn't truly know, but he felt sure he would know his reason by the end of this. His mind and spirit unwavering, he continued towards his target, shooting past the view of Armond, Tai and Chevalier, the other Vizards. Shooting only a quick glance towards the three, he stopped for a single moment, made a few hand gestures that indicated that one Espada was down, and he was heading towards another now. It was best that the boss knew what was going on, and that the allies knew where he was at all times. If he was to encounter trouble, atleast they would know where he was and how to help him if it came to that. Yet, which he was doing this, his gloves seemed to glow, the fire he created early appearing behind him, following him it would seem. Yet, as quickly as he appeared, he disappeared once more, taking towards his designated target.

Within moments, he found himself in the general area where the shots were coming from. Examining the area, he immediately saw yet another blast of energy shooting towards him. This time, there was no chance to dodge. He had to either take it, or somehow equal the blasts ferocity with an attack of his own. Crossing his hands over one another, the fire that was still following him instantly appeared infront of him, before shooting in a flame-thrower like blast towards the attack. With that, a massive amount of Reiatsu shot through the air. Two attacks, made by Reiryoku, colliding. The whole area would have noticed the sudden blast, even through the approaching storm. The two attacks cancelling eachother out, it appeared that Methias could no longer use his Shikai's abilities, the lack of any fire becoming quite noticable. Shooting downwards, he came face to face with his newly found opponent, another Espada, this time the number 6 decorating its left cheek.

Not a single word was said between the two of them, as Methias moved his hand towards his chest. As he did so, a huge Reiatsu flowed from him. What appeared to be fragments of Hollow Mask began to form before him, merging into one single entity. The mask being formed in under two seconds, it seemed incredibly plain. All white, with almost no details. Not even teeth could be seen. Yet, with all this plainness, there was six eyeholes, and to anyone's knowledge, Methias didn't have six eyes. However, that didn't matter, as he lifted the mask to his face. Upon doing so, several strands of hollow mask wrapped around his hair, making it appear as if he had the whitest of armor covering him. A sudden surge of green light then shot from each of the eyeholes, the transformation from Shinigami to Vizard being complete. "Cero."

And with that word, a huge blast of green energy charged at his chest, almost firing immediately, heading towards the apparent number six, and easily capable of destroying most enemies it came against.

'Distraction... we need one or hope that honor is within the Vizard line. Hmm...'

Marin had two options hope that Armond would permit a one v one fight or Marin would need to expose himself assuming he hadn't been detected already as his own destraction using a gargant to get back swiftly.

After a few minutes he noticed some changes in the Reiatsu, some of his Espada had fallen of course with the number of variation some of the vanishing energy could be Captains as well.

It was then he saw several beams from his sixth Espada the target was out of line of sight, but he was sure it was a strong target by the number of shots. Marin was was forced to make a decision he couldn't stay in a single spot or it would invite too many variables. He would have to hope honor was in style.

Marin and Joe jump up to the top of the building and spoke,

“Hello furred one-” a crack of thunder caused him to pause, “I challenge you, challenge you to a one on one match.” he looked over to the Vizard that he didn't immediately detect. “I presume you are the leader of the Vizard my Cero is here as bodyguard. He'll intercept attacks and defend me against interference in the dual, he will not join it.” turning back to the one that will become known to him as Chevalier, “I take it you understand there will be no known trickery on my part, if one of my people interfere we will be defended by Joe or myself.” Marin stood on the rooftop, hand next to his hook sword waiting for a response.

In the distance Gimel and Zoushi saw the 2nd Division Captain and approached hearing a question thrown their way.

Zoushi dropped low, looking stoic her hair flowing into darkness, and tried to make it around to her aft using shadow and suppression to stealth.

Gimel took on a pout “Zou-chan that's so mean.” she looks at the Captain almost ogling, “I'm Gimel the first Espada.” she smiled “I like exploring, adventure and you... but I 'm afraid we've been ordered to kill you. Oh, and my friend is Zou-chan, the second Espada.”

As Gimel finishes Zoushi will swing a kama at her foe's upper back and Gimel sonidos a twin kick at her, the Captain's, knees.

After the swing Zoushi will speak up “Grr, my names Zoushi.”

Chevalier turned to face the new presence, his hand immediately going to the hilt of his zanpakuto as they approached. He hesitated though as the leader issued his challenge, claiming the one with him was HIS Cero Espada. Why was the strongest Hollow on the field, the apparent leader of the Arrancar, issuing HIM of all people a challenge to a honor duel? For that matter when the hell had the Arrancar developed a strong enough sense of honor to allow such things to take place? It didn't sound like he had much of a choice though, if what this man was saying was true, even if the others wanted to interfere they'd be stopped by the Cero Espada. If he wanted to minimize the body count, then there really was only one option open to him.

Glancing over at Armond and Tai his battle expression cracked slightly as a small smirk crept across his features, "What's that old saying... every pawn is just a queen waiting to realize their true potential?" Turning his gaze back to his would-be opponent, his expression hardened again as he continued addressing his companions, "Removing the head of the beast is usually the most efficient means of neutralizing a threat wouldn't you agree? Now that the leader has revealed himself the time to act has come... and even if This One should fail, you will have most likely gained invaluable insight into your enemy." Now addressing the Arrancar who had challenged him, he brought his hands together, fist to palm while still clutching his sheathed weapon and bowed respectfully to his opponent, "Given the circumstances This One sees little choice but to accept your challenge... Sessha is known as Chevalier."

It was probably pointless wasting formalities like that, but given the unusual circumstances it was the only path he could see. Besides, he wasn't one to be rude to a potential opponent who had issued him such a formal challenge. He may have hated dueling but that didn't mean he was incapable of showing respect for it's traditions. And in this case something of value might even come from the exercise, even if he did not live to reap the benefits of it himself. He was no fool, he knew he was most likely not a match for the leader of the Hollow race, but Armond most likely was. And being a strategic thinker he would most likely be able to benefit from anything Chevalier could coax out of his opponent. This was not only a fight to the death, but a learning experience and reconnaissance operation as well... albeit one with a hefty price tag if he didn't watch his furry little tail.

Armond didn't react at first. He felt the pressure though. These two were the highest. He sighed inwardly. His ears tuning into the words of the two men as they spoke. He looked at Tai and then turned his head to Chevalier. In truth, he toned the Espada out after he issues the challenge. He didn't even register what Chevalier said except for the part about gaining valuable insight and information. He shrugged his shoulders at that but stood none the less. He dusted his pants off and smiled at the newcomers. "I'm afraid I'll have to deny you that right, my dear cousins...If you want to fight someone. You'll fight me. If your supposed 'bodyguard' wants to defend you, he can defend you against her" --he pointed lamely at Tai-- "otherwise, you'll have to settle for me." He used the term cousin, because Espada and Vizards were two halves of the same whole, but they weren't close enough to be brothers and neither was older than the other. As such, they were distant relatives...cousins.

He then looked at Chevalier. "What use are you for gathering information if your mind is elsewhere. Don't you have someone to go look after or something? Battle is only an effective tool if you are using it properly. And to use it properly, as most things go, you must be focused on it. But you're not. You haven't been since you saw whoever it is out there. The Espada are attacking, and you don't want to be tied down here doing nothing. So go help whoever is out there. They need you more than we do here. Besides, I'm sure they'd love to know you're not as dead as a doornail. This is not negotiable..." He turned back to the two Espada. "Now then" --he removed his jacket and stretched a bit tossing it to the wind, he has five others of the same kind-- "shall we begin?" He smiled and stood there in a casual manner.

The point of wearing jeans that were loose was to hide his leg's stance. In jeans like these nobody could see how your legs looked. His left leg was slightly bent. Not enough to effect his upper body, but enough to allow him to spring back if need be. His right leg was straight but not locked. He folded his arms loosely. His lips were curved into a smile and his violet eyes were glimmering with amusement. "Oh and Chevalier...if you make it back alive, which you had better, then go and help Methias with clean-up duty..." Armond didn't know what this guy's deal was. But he showed up, challenged the weakest of them, and expected Armond to agree to these terms. Whoever he was, he knew Chevalier somehow. The way he carried himself, the way he spoke, the way he was relaxed. It said everything. He knew him, even if Chevalier didn't know it. As such, he was determined to keep them separate.

"It will still be one on one of course. You and me. And my fighter against yours."

(My only means of posting is from my iPod so bear with me.)

Zeno was late to the party as usual, he had some things to wrap up before he could get to the urgent matte. Sure this was much more important than what he was doing, but he didn't want to leave the previous matter unattended. New York was unlike anything he was used to. From his previous life as well as being in the soul society, a large city habitat wasn't something Zeno could get a grasp on, but this wasn't the time for that anyway. The city was crawling with hollows, chaos ensued rapidly. He felt several other spiritual pressures around, both shinigami and even arrancar, but he didn't know where to start.

Finally he figured he'd just begin to thin the horde. He dropped into the streets to face a swarm of hollows in front of him, six pretty large ones. He unsheathed his blade and slowly walked forward, splitting their masks was the easiest way to take them out. Although he enjoyed playing around with them, this was no time for games and taking his time. The hollows rushed at him, one behind the other, it was a bad way to go. Zeno rushed forward, he manuevered between the hollows, delivering a single strike to each one as he followed through. He took two large steps away from the group and turned around. The masks of each hollow split apart as they began to disappear. Another large hollow dropped down from above, he flash stepped away from the spot as the hollow hit the ground. He jumped on it's back now and plunged his sword into it's head, killing it. He jumped off only to find another two medium-sized hollows targeting him. This was really getting annoying. They ran after him bearing large claws, they were quick. They swiped at him together, he went back and forth, dodging and blocking until he finally parried one of their attacks. He ducked the other attack from behind so it hit the one he countered and swiped his sword behind him to cripple the other. He shunpoed away and aimed his free hand at the two and fired a powerful red fireball at them, killing the pair.

It didn't seem he was going to have any breaks during this time, he wondered what tuenpoint of this was, possibly just an urge to cause chaos. He moved ran forward looking for more opponents to wipe out.

A garganta opened up above the battle. One lone figure stepped out from it with a less than amused expression. His emerald green hair was hanging freely, and his hands were stuffed into his pockets. He wore an outfit with the same colors as the Arrancar. Black on white, but his was drastically different than many other Arrancar. This was because he made his own outfits. He didn't want to wear something someone who didn't know the kind of clothing he liked would pick out. So he set to work tailoring his own outfits. Yes outfits, plural, more than one, plural. He has an outfit for every occasion. This one was casual. His casual and battle outfits are similar enough, and besides all that was going on here, he doubted it would matter if he was, as he'd say, "battle-festive"

He wore a white open vest that went down to his stomach. The vest had no sleeves, and was very slightly formfitting. It had black trimming as well. His pants were a white hakama, with a black cloth belt and black trim. On his feet he wore black boots. His blade hung from his left waist. He also had a black fingerless glove on his right hand. On the top of his head was a pair of black sunglasses. His beautiful eyes roamed the bloody scene. He saw his master, Marin, leader of the Arrancar. He sighed. He supposed he should go help him, but he was a mere Numeros with a glorified title "Fraccion" At the end of the day though he was still a Numeros, and from there a Hollow. He could do nothing that his master couldn't do. He saw it better to just go off and do his own thing.

Already a skilled hakuda fighter, he saw no need to waste his talents on these worthless beings. He held out his right hand loosely. His palm facing the ground. Green lightning sparked around his fingers as a Shinigami rushed him. Dressed in that overly black outfit, he raised his sword and yelled. The Exequias Captain just shook his head and let loose a bolt of green lightning. From his hand a green ring of energy shot out at the same time the lightning leaped from his hand. It pierced right through the Shinigami's head. Blood flowed and Valintine turned to a new group of Shinigami. His left hand still in the pocket of his white hakama. He just flicked his head down and his shades fell nicely over his face. He lifted his head and saw them through darker colors. He held out his right hand again and let off another bolt. He saw the Shinigami's comrades charge him at the same time. "He can't strike us all down!" Valintine just sighed. "Life is misery, and misery is life. That doesn't mean you should throw it away..." He let lose another four bolts with blinding speed. The rings of green overlapped. The speed at which this man moved was incredible.

He turned as a Shinigami tried to get the drop on him. He stepped back and the downward swing missed. In the process of going down though, Vali's knee came up nailing the foolish spirit in the stomach. Valintine grabbed the man by the back of his head and let loose another green bolt of lightning. He kicked away the body and sighed. He looked back to Marin and then over to a few of the stronger Shinigami. Everyone was busy fighting...or about to fight. Valintine was kind of bored. He looked in front of him again and saw another group ready for battle. He just sighed and his hand sparked green again. "Killers breed killers..." He fired.

Shin felt light. His muscles had lossened. He was in a state dangerous for any how opposed him. Groups of hollows charged him as he walked by, and with a slight move his left hand he dispatched them all. His reaitsu level was standing at the level of a Lt's, but with his battle experience and his new mental state, he was next to untouchable. Even Vasto Lordes had trouble touching him. He had come across no Espada has he continued to walk without a destination through the mass of Hollows and Shinigami. Minutes later he felt a new reaitsu enter New York. Feeling it out, Shin started to walk towards it, hoping it would give more amusment than the Espada he had dealt with just minutes before.

Shin came into view of a group of Shinigami rushing a single man, whose hand was starting to sparkle green. Great. Amuters were going up against a seasoned fighter, who saw them as weaklings. The stranger was right, but odds are didn't count on someone coming to help. Bending down beside one of the fallen victims, and examined his wounds. The Shinigami had died quickly with little pain. Slowly getting up, he continued walking towards the new foe, that was quickly taking out Shinigami after Shinigami. Shin quietly watched as the pointless battle went on around him. Shinigami fight Hollows, both sides lossing a member of their race. REally why couldn't this day have been peaceful instead being full of bloodshed. Finally paying attention to Valintine, Shin silently used Geki at the last possible second before the realese of the charged attack.

Reyne grinned; this was going to be fun. “Well Gimel the exploring me sounds fun and might I add very dirty, however seeing as we’re technically enemies right now, and that “Zou-chan” doesn’t seem to like wasting time nor me for that matter. Which sucks, I’m a really fun person and all. I’ll have to finish this somewhat quickly. ”

While Reyne spoke she used Utsusemi and moved to the left of Gimel and smirked. She then used the sheath of her zan to hit Zou in the back of the head, then with another swift movement she kicked/kneed her in the stomach leaving her breathless. Effetely making her passed out for a while. She would have to kill her once she had knocked out Gimel.

Reyne then looked over to Gimel with a smile, “I’m sorry but one on one is way more fun and fair, wouldn’t you say?” With that Reyne took off her captain’s cloak, revealing her skimpy/provocative outfit. Which covered her mostly, however it was extremely tight and the mini skirt came mid thigh, and her tights came to a little lower than the mini skirt. Normally she wouldn’t be dressed this way, but it had been one of those days where she had felt like dressing sexy.

The leader of the Espada and essential commander of Hollow involved in the current conflict mimicked Chevalier's bow, keeping his eyes on his opponent.

"I am Marin, Commander of all h-" he was cut off by the person who must of been the leader of the Vizard listening to everything he blinked, not used to being denied a challenge by anyone other than the challengee.

'I suppose I did ask his permission as well in a manner of speaking... cousins, how appropriate.' thought Marin as the cooled from the oncoming onslaught of weather.

"I would rather fight Chevalier. He's, She's?.. most interesting. Those physical characteristics are unusual, but while I personally would like to find details I see that you, my cousin, are going to insist."

He retook the fist-palm bow and spoke, "I am Marin, Commander of all here. I'm sure you can see my plan at this point."

Joe looked at the indicated woman analyzing her attempting to ascertain every aspect of her. Her skin, posture, height, weight, sizes, "I haven't the mannerisms of-" he was cut off with a glare from Marin during his bow "I mean," Joe then took a bow like his leader "I am Joe, First Espada" he said grudgingly.

The sounds of battle echoed even up here. Shadows glided across the landscape as the periphery of the storm arrived. Marin stood from his bow and took a stance to enable a quick draw of his weapon.

"I will however make an addendum, violation of this battle will result in it being broken as ruled challenge, agreed?"

Chevalier paused mid-bow, having to strongly resist the urge to turn his sign of respect into a faceplant worthy of the anime characters he loved so much. In all honesty he should have seen this coming, after all this was what Armond had been waiting for, the "King" to reveal himself. And while he was glad that the opportunity to help Reyne had presented itself, he did slightly resent the dismissive tone of that statement. Almost as if he was an ignorant child who was being sent out of the room so that the adults could discuss things they felt he wouldn't understand with his young little mind. Never mind the fact that he was the eldest being here aside from possibly the Arrancar, and had most likely seen just as much as they had, if not more.

Holding in his thoughts on the arbitrariness of the situation, his furry ears still giving away his slight agitation however to those few who knew how to read them, he simply said, "Sessha's focus has not faltered since we arrived, This One is more then capable of fighting his own battles. However, if you don't want Sessha's help then I'll go and aid the others against the rest of the Espada as you suggest."

Turning away from the group once again, he gave his two companions a quick mock-salute for luck and then jumped into the night, vanishing in a burst of shunpo as he made his way across the battlefield to where he sensed his sister's presence. Judging from the reiatsu levels he was sensing the fight had not progressed very far yet so he still might be able to arrive in time to make a difference. Not that he didn't have faith in his twin's abilities, but against the third and fourth strongest Arrancar in existence even a captain could use a hand or two if it was available.

New York city. Kueshi couldn’t help but to think to himself how truly disgusting humans were just looking down at the place… He hoped that he didn’t get stuck working here too often. Kueshi enjoyed some amount of human activity, but the way the people here lived just pissed him off. But that didn’t matter at the moment. Kueshi had to go and find out where he was needed. There was a battle taking place; he had just woken up from his mid-day nap and now he was stuck in the middle of a god damned battle.

Kueshi darted through his Garganta headed towards the battle field. He was dressed in a white button-up collared dress shirt with a red tie and wore black slacks. His hair covered a tattoo on his right cheek just enough so that what was on it was unreadable. A fragment of bone covered along his jaw-line between his left ear and his eye. Kueshi caught eye of the King of Hueco Mundo and Joe, el Cero Espada.

He landed on top of a one or two story building about fifty yards from Marin. For now, Kueshi would wait to see what was happening. Marin, for whatever reason, was gracing his enemies with his own words. Words spoken from lord Marin’s mouth were far to precious to be wasted on weaklings, so these must have been powerful adversaries. One of the enemies appeared to be turning tail and running. ‘I wonder…’ Kueshi thought to himself. He followed the cat-eared character to where he was going, trying to tail him somewhat stealthily using rooftops as cover.

The man he was tailing appeared to be looking for something… Kueshi couldn’t help but wonder what he was looking for. With the element of surprise Kueshi broke his stealth. “Hey, neko-san! Who are you looking for so desperately? Do you not consider it cowardly to leave your allies in such rough hands?” Kueshi rested his hand on the hilt of his sword patiently, awaiting a reply from the man in front of him that he would come to know as Chevalier.

New York City. They say it is a busy city, the people all ways running around not paying attention to the shadows in the buildings. After the war with the arrancar's started everything changed. The place became a battle ground and the first target for the army. While everyone was busy with fighting a unknown man was watching the battles from above. Nobody ever sensed his presence or felt his Spiritual Pressure. He unmasked the light that was surrounding him and looked around. He saw Soul Reapers fighting Arrancars. He disappeared into the shadows(which in reality he just manipulated to cover his body so it makes it look like he slipped into the shadows). He waits until he sees a low ranking arrancar go down into the alleyway. The man stalks his prey until he noticed that the arrancar was onto him. He silently approached the arrancar and using his hands he reached for the arrancar's neck and snapped it with ease and watch the arrancar fall down dead. He kept on walking in the shadows as he got closer and closer to the actual fighting. He walked on and on and saw a Arrancar tailing another one. He silently fallowed them wondering where they were going. He stop when one of them stop. He sighs and gets bored, using the shadows as cover he walks onward until he feels stronger spiritual power. He fallows it and comes across two combatants ready to fight. One was a soul reaper and the other was an Arrancar. He unmasked the shadows and walked out of the shadows and watch as the two get ready to square off. His black and white jacket hanged loosely on his body. He had his sword but was in no mood to use it at the moment. He walked out from the building letting his spiritual power out so they know someone else had joined the fray.
"Daisuke be careful i sense something very wrong here." A female voice in his head told him.
"Ranmyaku, relax as long as your keeping an eye on the back then i'm fine all though this was way to easy." He said as he walked behind the arrancar leader his right arm downward in a sword like position ready to attack the leader. "Got any last words old man before my hand goes into your neck?"