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The Empress and the End (Open)

Post by Azalea on Fri Jun 01, 2018 9:56 am

The Kenpachi wiped her brow on a sleeve. She was sparring with the first rotation, a group of roughly seventy five Shinigami. Seventy six, she thought, trying to recall which rotations were heavy. She had just called time on the match, her black clothing drenched in sweat. 

Seventy-six against one woman was a rough match, even for her. She was relying on her speed to keep her out of harm's way, but her stamina wasn't what it used to be. In fact, she doubted she was as fast as she'd been a week ago either. She didn't feel good at all. She was starving, suffocating. She hadn't returned to Hell in a while, and the effects were weighing on her. One of her Shinigami asked if she was alright and the Kenpachi nodded.

"I'm just getting old, is all. But, I'm still young enough to handle you lot," Azalea smiled, straightening and drawing her Zanpakuto, which she had left on her back. "This time, I'll be using my Shikai, everyone. Your task is to land a killing blow anywhere on me. I'll be playing defensive. Whoever lands the killing blow, gets the rest of the weekend off from duty. Paid leave. On my ready."

Azalea had her Shinigami back up until they were twenty paces minimum away before she held her Zanpakuto out, letting her Shinigami power well. The black bastard sword was nearly as long as she was tall, but the blade had serration going along the entire edge on both sides. "Stand defiant, Saishū-tekina puraido!" Azalea said, black energy radiating from the blade as she brought her memories of the Zanpakuto Spirit that had brutalized and humiliated her to the fore of her mind. The energy climbed skyward before dispersing, leaving her very similar to before, however her sleeves were destroyed to the shoulder, leaving black metal gauntlets on her forearms that protected her hands and up to the elbow. Each finger ended in a several inch long claw. Azalea lowered her body, stepping her right foot back to lower her center of gravity. She felt power beyond her body's natural limitations welling through her. Her Shikai made her powerful, but she lacked the actual knowledge to use said power. Which is why she had started to practice Shikai, to gain an understanding of these Shinigami abilities.

Azalea closed her eye and focused on the pain she'd endured due to her Zanpakuto. She pictured that hurt, those broken bones. And her power raised again, energy skittering off her black and golden body. Then, when she opened her eyes, it coalesced into a black flame around her arms and shoulders. Shunko. But, a keen sensed observer would notice the dark undertones of her spiritual energy, alluding to her true nature. Starved as she was, weakened by her time away from Hell, she couldn't help it.

"Begin!" And as one, the first rotation lunged at their leader.

Combat:

Without enhancement:
Armed Combat: Master
Unarmed Combat: Master
Spiritual Combat: Master
Hoho: Grandmaster
Reiatsu Perception: Advanced
Chain Mastery: Intermediate
Hell Disguise: Master
With Shikai:
Armed Combat: Master
Unarmed Combat: Master
Spiritual Combat: Master
Hoho: Grandmaster
Reiatsu Perception: Advanced
Hado: Beginner
Bakudo: Beginner
Kaido: Beginner
Shunko: Intermediate
Chain Mastery: Intermediate
Hellflame Manipulation: Intermediate
Hell Disguise: Master

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Re: The Empress and the End (Open)

Post by Grym Balthorn on Tue Jun 12, 2018 2:47 am

Grym would watch the group that went first as he looks at his own zanpakuto, wondering if he should try fighting her at full strength or not, give her a real challenge when it's his turn to fight, but he wonders one thing, and one thing alone........

does the captain have a vice-captain?

He would remain quiet as he looks for any weaknesses in the captains fighting style with her zanpakuto, knowing full well that he needs to not hold back when fighting, also knowing...... That this will be his first time using his shikai in front of others.
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Re: The Empress and the End (Open)

Post by Shiroki on Tue Jun 12, 2018 12:08 pm

Yes. Leap for the kill. Safety in numbers. Anonymous in a pack. No better opportunity


Inukaze's glee flares like a blowtorch; with the intensity of a hundred suns. Her words are sweet poison in ears. They ring with the finality of common sense, ready with irontight responses to any kind of rebuttal one can envision.


It will be easy. We are Captain. She is outnumbered and alone. And if reprisal's a concern, it need not be. One carefully cast Bakudo to paralyze, slow the reflexes until even one of those 11th goons can score a kill. And if they STILL won't do it, we could always nudge a sword in the right direction. A tragic accident. No blood on our hands. Nobody to blame. We've done it before.


The cloaked individual standing still as a statue gives no outward sign of inner indecision, merely another shadow in countless other shadows within the alley. A suspiciously convenient location well shielded from flanking maneuvres; one also reasonably close to the sparring yet also far enough that arrival at the scene won't raise any eyebrows. Its advantages are augmented by a casting of Bakudo #26; resulting in a light-bending aura further hiding most actions within its perimeter from view. Here; in this prepared space, anything short of an outright Bankai can be attempted without the risk of blowing his cover. Of this he is reasonably certain.

Why then, this hesitation?


For the umpteeth time, he consults a mental checklist. Recasts Bakudo ward failsafes and strengthens the Shunko energies buffering his person in an invisible shield. Reseats himself in the protective shell of his gigai battle-suit; a construct built to weather the many indignities of pitched combat. It will not do to be reckless with this one. Will not do at all.

Enough dithering already! END HER!

His actions are calm and measured as they move down this preliminary checklist. And they should be; given how he has enacted this ritual several times before. Every time; in fact, the Kenpachi chose to stage a grand melee within public surroundings. A ritual which; on average, tended to happen around once a week.


Watching. Waiting. Ready. Weighing the odds; the risks and consequences of conducting a daylight assassination against the possible reward. By now Inukaze's impatience has reached fever-pitch, fueled by frustration over delays and procrastinations into a blaze not even her owner can completely ignore. The hilts--yes; HILTS--(for he is somehow in shikai release) quiver in his paws, eager to maim and eviscerate at the slightest provocation. He cannot recall uttering her release command, OR consciously directing reiatsu to manifest said release.


This; he assumes, is probably a BAD SIGN.

For once he is glad that Hanzo is not here with him, because even the most loyal of lieutenants would have been...disturbed...by the murderous intent he exuded this day. And as fun as their many interactions had since been, not even his Second had ever seen his true face or been exposed to the kind of person Shiroki Sakanade really was. Not when the mask began to slip.

Would it come off completely though? That was the million yen question. Would this be the day to say 'screw it' and set events into motion to remove a potential traitor from their midst once and for all?

We'll see.


After all, he has bided his time for months. He can afford to wait a little longer.

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Bakudo #26: Kyakko (conceals wielder's presence and energy by bending light)
Gigai suit: holds wearer in a non-obvious location, leaving the usual targets e.g neck, heart mere decoy distractions
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Re: The Empress and the End (Open)

Post by Azalea on Tue Jun 12, 2018 8:45 pm

The Kenpachi's superior speed easily let her maneuver between the multitude of low-seating Shinigami. There were exactly one seated Shinigami in each Rotation, with First Rotation housing the Third Seat, Second the Fourth Seat, Third the Fifth. She had no active Second.

But, Azalea was short of breath quickly, pausing by use of her Macabre Massacre, which normally used Hellstepping but now used interspersed Shunpo. The brief pauses in her steps left after-images of her in varying states of dodging or parrying. 

Each time she paused, however, more black energy radiated from her claws and feet as she instinctively used Hellstep rather than Shunpo. Her hellish Shunko energy and Shikai gauntlets let her touch even the Shinigami's Shikais and Zanpakuto.

With a grunt of effort, she let the energy burst from her body in an uncontrolled radius of fifteen feet, forcing the others back. But weakened by her starvation, the effected only gave her breathing room, and she held a hand up, telling the Rotation to pause. "One moment... Now... Begin again." She panted, feeling a blade catch her back, an overeager Shinigami starting before she called it. She started to struggle against the mass again as the seventy six rushed her.

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Re: The Empress and the End (Open)

Post by Grym Balthorn on Tue Jun 12, 2018 9:33 pm

Grym looked rather annoyed that one of the shinigami decided to jump the gun and struck her back, something deep within him screamed that this doesn't feel right, and he knew where it was coming from, he only looked down at the handle of his zanpakuto before looking back at the captain.

"hmm..... I know...... I don't like this either, it almost feels like she's........ No, I'll keep that to myself since it's not my place."

Soon he would start making his way towards the fray, soon taking his hand and resting it on the handle of his zanpakuto.

"but I will say that it seems the captain is doing this to just get a workout, so in order to do so, she fights her whole division, well I hope I make a good opponent."

As he slowly draws his zanpakuto, his spiritual energy would suddenly spike as if preparing to either use a kidou........ Or perhaps use something else.
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Re: The Empress and the End (Open)

Post by Shiroki on Wed Jul 04, 2018 12:43 am

And here it is...the long sought opportunity he had been waiting for.

Confusion: resulting from a mass dogpile (haha) of the target plus some subtle infirmity of the target's own capabilities (as evidenced by the apparent delay in the kenpachi's movements paired with the lilting pauses in speech)...and best of all, an unwitting patsy on the sidelines currently occupied in the act of gathering enough spirit energy to land a hit on his Captain whilst she was distracted.

Truly, the Soul Queen must surely be smiling on Shiroki Sakanade this very day--to bring all these disparate factors into perfect alignment.

No time to think. No time to ponder or consider. Opportunities such as these did not come lightly. This he knew, from long experience of watching events unfold from a prudent distance. Already the patsy...um, Officer Balthorn...was reaching the apex of his cast. From what Shiro could see, it had the makings of a pretty good attack--maybe even Lieutenant level from the looks of things, but likely not anywhere up to Kenpachi standards, even as...disadvantaged...as she currently appears to be.

Well. Not without his own unique boost, anyway.

Calculating trajectories, he aligns himself on a vector carefully overlapping Grym's own while calling upon reiatsu of his own; letting the raw energy accumulate before shaping it into an attack of his choosing just as the old Kido Chief had demonstrated so many eons ago. It is a burning locus of power in the center of his being, a power demanding to be unleashed on everything within its path. It goes without saying that for an assassination attempt of this scale, only Kojutso Eisho (Delayed Incantation) would do--nothing less. Not a maneuver that he relied upon every day, but if speaking the incantation after the spell could power it up then that was what he would do. Take no chances.

As for the spell itself... Deep down he wanted to fling a goddamn Black Coffin at the Kenpachi and screw the consequences. Because that would be sure to do the job, if anything could. Problem: It would require somebody close to old Ma'kine's skill-class to pull off a Hado of that level, nevermind one with delayed incantation. And while Shiroki had come a long way since his Academy days, his success chance at pulling off something like that still hovered around somewhere like 50 to 60%.

In other words, unacceptable.

No. Hado #88: Hiryu Gekizoku Shinten Raiho (Heaven Shaking Thunder Cannon) would be more his speed. Even then, he could not be entirely sure of managing it without incantation to start with. Plus, there was the problem of this shot being notoriously fiddly and difficult to aim. And then there was the final thing to take into consideration: after going to all this trouble to set up a hidden assassination, it would be plain idiocy to give the game away by using such an obviously high-level Hado as the method of execution. Any Kido practitioner worth his or her salt would instantly recognize the telltale energy signatures of his cast and immediately smell a rat; given such feats were beyond average rank-and-file Shinigami such as Grym Balthorn.

Conclusion: equally unacceptable. Which left the only available alternative as--

"Hado #63: Raikohou," thrusting a paw forward, the corps commander completed his cast; putting all his manipulation of reiatsu into willing his guided missile invisible until such time as it could conveniently appear to have sprung from Grym's own casting. It was a harder challenge than most, requiring simultaneous castings of the bakudo Kyakko to bend light and hide it from normal sight or perception.  The mental strain of holding so many simultaneous spells in position might even have been too much to bear without Alfred holding one in place.

"Scattered beast bones. Spire. Crimson crystal. Steel wheels. The wind if it moves. The sky. If it stops. The tone. of the spear striking. Fills. The lone castle." Their after words are a whisper, not the usual shout of a Kido master raining zappy hell down on his enemies. But they will have to do.

This came the closest (he felt) to the upper limits of what his intended patsy could do. From the 'feel' of things before that split second decision, Shiro had detected a faint fiery/smoky tang to Balthorn's reiatsu signature: either a trace of the man's own spirit pressure; or else an indication of the kido Grym intended to cast. Therefore, the assassin's own choice of weapon would similarly be limited to spells of this category so as not to give his position away: either the commonly used Shakkaho, or else something similar to mimic the impact of heat and flame.

So Raikohou it was. Leaning back against Alfred to regain his breath, the stealth force commander is just in time to see his light woven mirrors fail; revealing in their wake the guided missile which appears to streak through the air right in front of Grym--looking for all the world like it had resulted from either the man's own Kido, or else fired from his drawn zanpakuto itself.

Grym, ol' buddy--if we pull this off your name will be remembered forever as the one who took down a rabid Kenpachi. You're welcome

He settles back to watch.

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Hado #63: Raikohou (Thunder Roar Cannon) , with delayed Incantation to boost impact
Bakudo #26: Kyakko (Curving Light) to hide trace of above Hado from perception
Use of background Spirit Perception to sample Grym's reiatsu aura and determine roughly element-type presented'

Perception: Grandmaster
Spirit Combat: Grandmaster
Hado: Advanced
Bakudo: Expert
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Re: The Empress and the End (Open)

Post by Azalea on Thu Jul 05, 2018 12:20 am

A fact Azalea finds that most people overlook is the ability to see. Until you are blinded, you take it for granted. But Azalea had been one-eyed even in life, though spent the vast majority of her afterlife with superior vision. But as Kenpachi, she was limited once again only to seeing what she was directly looking at.

She heard that when one sense diminished, the others compensate for the loss. She doesn't know if that is true or not. But, over the din of fighting, she heard the crackling if flames and sensed danger.

Being one-eyed caused her to constantly shift her head from side to side, moving always so as to see. It was by luck more than planning that the incoming spell struck her through the shoulder rather than the middle of the chest or head.

Though it struck through the wreath of hellish flames, the force of the blow was enough to send Azalea sprawling, knocking her off her feet so she lands on the ground several feet away, stone and bones breaking under her as she landed on several Shinigami.

Intense pain flashed through her mind. A sensation she hadn't felt, barring the fight with her Zanpakuto, in a very long time.

She made to push herself up, but for some reason her body did not move. Wincing in pain, she used both arms, but as she rose to her feet, she saw the cause of her inability; her severed arm lay several meters away, and her Division were staring in shock as she bled profusely from her torso, the arm blown off completely at the shoulder.

For a moment, she stared at the injury, this rounded section of her torso missing. Her gauntlet covered hand reached to touch it and she inhaled sharply.

Then, power exploded from her body. The three Shinigami she stood near who were injured in her fall were obliterated by a burst of black flames.

Azalea's clothing turned to ash as flames burst from her body, cauterizing the goldem wound. Hot gold blood sprayed high behind her as the small of her back ruptured and a thick, fuzzy tail exploded into existence. But, coming from the long fur, were eight long tentacles that thrashed around her, pounding holes into the stone and sendinh those unfortunate enough to be within ten feet of her flying backwards.

Negative energy poured off her body in waves almost visible as her spiritual pressure climbed ever higher. Her head looked in the direction the attack had come from, and when it did, the tentacles split open at the ends, revealing yellow and red eyes. All of her pupils were pinpricks of rage and pain.

Almost too late, she spoke, "My... Bankai... Grants me the power... Of other Races... But at the cost... Of my life energy to maintain it... Now... Who... Fucking... Shot... Me?" her voice was thick with anger and pain. Black flames danced on her naked body, charing the stone she walked on. Her tentacles were constantly moving, granting her 360• of vision.

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Re: The Empress and the End (Open)

Post by Grym Balthorn on Thu Jul 05, 2018 8:38 pm

Grym would see the flash of powerful reishi as he soon stops, looking around for who used that kido, trying to figure out what the kido was and who would be able to use it.

"who the hell did that!"

His eyes would scanning for whoever did that as is reiatsu perception would try to sense out the direction of the kido.
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Post by Shiroki on Fri Jul 06, 2018 8:46 am

Whatever he was expecting, it certainly wasn't...that.

Alright. First things first--assess the situation: Or, as Taiyo used to put it so eloquently...'How close are we to S$%& Creek'

Making a list of the negatives proved easy. There were certainly enough of them to count. Casualties: 3 dead, an unknown number injured. Kenpachi currently on the warpath; allegedly in Bankai and presumably out for blood, if that last shout and its accompanying expulsion of power had been any kind of indication. Judging from the panicked screams from the distance, few in the vicinity would be safe. And worst of all, it would appear the intended target remained very much alive. Plain rudeness was what it was--so unlike the good old days when people could be counted on to fall dead after you zapped them.

As for positives...that came less easily. From the looks of things, going by the angry shouting in the distance, his target had yet to determine the identity of her attacker. Nor would she be able to; if a certain someone departed the scene posthaste and left this entire mess for Squad 4 to clean up.

In other words, exactly what he plans to do--right after getting a quick look at this clustercuss for himself first, of course. Both to satisfy his own curiosity and also to determine exactly how much damage control is needed to come through this with fur and tail intact. Right now, the risk of being murderized by an angry Kenpachi seems a close second place next to imagining the Commander's wrath falling on whichever poor s.o.b got the blame for this disaster. And there is nothing he knows for certain more than this one fact: whoever it is, it's not going to be him.

He waits the requisite few moments before going into action of course. Nothing more suspicious than showing up in the nick of time at the scene of the crime. Delaying another five minutes should reasonably be enough time to make an appearance with plausible deniability. More than enough time to casually prepare the next step.

"Bakudo 77: Tenteikuura," he has used this spell enough that it comes almost effortlessly, mental connections springing up to link him with every other conscious person in Seireitei.

"Unstable power emissions detected at Squad 11. Shinigami down. Repeat, Shinigami down. Multiple casualties. Squad 4 please stand by. Squad 2 requests backup. Captain in pursuit,"

With that, he goes into flash step while shutting down most of the communication links, making sure to preserve several important strands:

"Not bad. Not bad at all. Good trajectory; good reiatsu control...impressive reservoir of reishii. Always knew you had it in you, Officer...Balthorn I presume?" the mental Tenteikuura connection is at its driest, projecting forth a wheezy, ancient rasp more suited to a mummified throat. "But points off for not finishing the job, I think--" with a will, Shiroki manipulates one of his gigai suit's fingers to point in the Kenpachi's last known location; at where spires of negative energy still blasted up into the sky. He has the faceless hood turn slightly, as though to regard Grym Balthorn with its nonexistent eyes.

"Best go be doing something to change that, hmm?"

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Bakudo 77: Tenteikuura. Linked to issue warning to Seiretei. Second communication addressed privately to Grym, Hanzo, Lany and Azalea.
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Post by Azalea on Fri Jul 06, 2018 4:02 pm

Azalea's spiritual pressure and released energy continued to build until it became a physical tower of energy, radiating upwards in swaths of gold-streaked blackness. In the wavering energy, a man-like lion was super imposed over the Kenpachi, though the lion had fangs and claws bared.

In her mind, Azalea heard the Zanpakuto spirit speak to her. "The Gotei has turned on you... Just as I told you they would... The Shinigami have always been against you... Ever since the beginning..."

Azalea continued looking around, but her face turned downward, her one hand clutching her head. "No... Get out of my head... They were just eager..."

"Eager for your blood, you coward! Throw aside useless trappings like sentiment and compassion, and be a fucking Togabito. Claim your birthright, and be the strongest," this last was said with such force and power, and Azalea didn't realize that she too shouted it.

The Kenpachi felt power and energy flow through her as anger overtook her mind. On one level, she knew the Zanpakuto spirit was manipulating her, acting against her wishes. But she knew on another level that somebody here had used lethal force in their fight. They'd broken the rules. Unless it was somebody not from her division...

Was it somebody from outside her division? An assassin of some kind? And who else is the first-responder than the Captain of the cowardly assassin division...

No, she thought. The Gotei works together... But... It's not like she knew the Captain personally... Who knew what goes on inside his head.... And if the Second Captain was against her... Who else was? All of Second Division? All the Gotei?

Pain and unfocused rage flashed through her mind and body. The Zanpakuto spirit spoke words into her mind, and she released herself to him, letting the Spirit guide her actions.

Four large gates erupted from the ground, surrounding the barracks. To the north, white planks came together to form a shield. To the east, a black waterwheel. In the south, a green honeycomb-like wall. And lastly, above, a red umbrella. Blackness came from each barrier, connecting them, as the Zanpakuto spoke ancient words through Azalea's mouth. "Brethren-in-arms withdrawing for the distance of 8 sun and standing still; blue bolt, white bolt, black bolt, red bolt; sinking into the ocean together seeking redemption. Ryūbi no Jōmon, Kokō no Jōmon, Kigai no Jōmon, Hōyoku no Jōmon, Shijū no Saimon!"

The barrier was fueled by her Shinigami and Togabito powers, and like this form she was in, it ate at her lifeforce immensely. In fact, as she stalked forward towards the Second Captain, her skin cracked and bled, flaking off turning to ash as she walked, her muscles expanding greatly, much like how one of her younger selves appeared. It was not much, but it started at her extremities, fingers and toes turning to ash slowly. The scent of winter was pungent in the air, and blood was dripping from her body.

"You... betrayed us? Again? Again and again, the Shinigami hurt us. Weaklings... sneaking, stabbing, hurting... We'll kill them... Kill all of them!" In Azalea's mind, one by one, the faces of her men and the Captain changed. She saw nothing but white haired Shinigami, all the same as the one from her past. This time... She'd kill him. He wouldn't send her to that place!

Combat:

Shikai ability: Increases her power relative to the number of enemies. As the Zanpakuto recognizes the whole of the Gotei as her enemy, which is greater than just one rotation, her power rises further.
With boost:
Armed Combat: Grandmaster
Unarmed Combat: Grandmaster
Spiritual Combat: Grandmaster
Hoho: Grandmaster
Reiatsu Perception: Grandmaster
Hado: Grandmaster
Bakudo: Grandmaster
Kaido: Grandmaster
Shunko: Grandmaster
Chain Mastery: Grandmaster
Hellflame Manipulation: Grandmaster
Hell Disguise: Grandmaster

As consequence for going beyond what her physical body could maintain, however, her body begins to break down under her own spiritual pressure (much like Gremmy becoming stronger than Kenpachi), and drastically shortens her life. She can only survive three posts before her body turns completely.

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Re: The Empress and the End (Open)

Post by Grym Balthorn on Fri Jul 06, 2018 6:02 pm

Grym looked to the second division captain, about to ask him why he was hear when, but then there was the surge of powerful energy that came from his captain, his eyes widen as he watch his captain not only seem to go insane, but also start to literally fall apart as the bakudo barrier was erected.

"c-captain! What's happening to you! What do you mean betrayed!?"

He then looks to the second division captain, hatred in his eyes as he glares at being.

"you best explain why you are hear......."
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Post by Shiroki on Mon Jul 09, 2018 4:43 am

"Throw aside useless trappings like sentiment and compassion, and be a fucking Togabito. Claim your birthright, and be the strongest!"

Large ears were not merely for show. Although not precisely at Ground Zero, Shiroki could hear just as well; or even better, than most. That also meant that Alfred could; too. More importantly, it meant that the audio recording function cleverly concealed in Alfred's circuits could--and that was all that really mattered.

...be a fuckin' Togabito

If over a decade in the stealth corps and prior experience in 3rd squad's information gathering unit had taught him anything; it was how to recognize a confession when he heard one. And this definitely qualified as a confession. If the sudden surge of negative energy exuding from the serpent in their midst wasn't enough evidence to begin with. Being in earshot of this one interesting statement changed everything. He barely registers Grym, or notices the other's attempts to make sense of the current chaos. No longer needs Grym; as a matter of fact, and therefore his scapegoat's presence simply ceases to matter as anything apart from a dangerous distraction one could not afford.

Almost absentmindedly; the hooded Captain spared a casual glance in his unwitting accomplice's direction, pairing it with a casting of Hakufuku (White Crawl/Prostration) in an attempt to render that individual unconscious. Retrieving a length of spirit cloth from his gigai's sleeves, he follows that up with Sentan Hakuja (Thousand Coil White Snake), transporting them both to what is likely a safe distance from the ensuing cataclysm which would ensue.

He also makes several copies of Alfred's audio-visual logs from the last five minutes as he does so. Copies of those copies. Buries them in the secure, hacker-proof repository that is the gigai's memory banks; a location extra-shielded and proof against most accidents short of total disintegration. Ejects auxiliary memory drives containing this footage and strewing these in the nearest designated supply drop-off location for response crews to find later. Imprints a copy on the gigai pill itself; for good measure, while crafting a delayed Tenteikuura sending to transmit his very memory of the traitor's confession as a contingency plan to every single surviving reaper the moment he happens to fall unconscious.

He is not altogether satisfied with this level of preparation, but it will have to do. Willing his gigai arm to draw the unwieldy claymore from its customary harness on its back, he flash-steps back to their starting location--hopefully to join the other squad captains (haha, WHAT captains?) and their reinforcements. There is no time to waste.

"Master White, I observe this to be an unwise course of action," Linked as they are for the time being, he hears the familiar slightly disapproving tone of the usually-mute mod soul itself; sounding eerily like the fictional butler for which he has been named. "Construct reiatsu shielding insufficient to contain an impact of this magnitude. Hull integrity at sixty-five percent--"

Already? That didn't sound good. Against his better judgement, he devotes more of his own reiatsu reservoir to shore up his suit's defenses--carefully drawing more from the limited pool he doesn't dare to waste.

"Sixty percent."

Dammit. He lands as close as he dares, claymore sword drawn to stand in the Togabito impostor's path. No greeting, warning or quip whatsoever; nothing more than a shrouded manifestation of Death as traditionally depicted by mortal cultures--a cloaked and hooded specter patiently awaiting its charge. He does not speak. Cannot speak, as a matter of fact--not in this persona anyway. The Tenteikuura message he holds prepared at the back of his mind in event of emergency prevents him from using that Bakkudo to communicate. Probably all for the best, given that the Kenpachi doesn't seem to be in a listening mood...

Asauchi drawn, he waits.

Combat:

Protrastion: (used by Yamamoto on Hinamori to knock her unconscious when speaking onscreen to Matsumoto, Hitsugaya and Orihime)
White Snake: (used by Tosen to transport Rukia and Renji back to Sougkyoku Hill)
Tenteikuura: communication spell held in reserve, ready to send when in danger of falling unconscious
Audio evidence recordings created and scattered for retrieval

Currently wearing gigai suit; providing some measure of misdirection and defense. Opponents treating suit as a living target will find that the usual attacks to 'vulnerable' areas e.g head/neck/heart will have little effect. Instead, the wearer's cockpit is closer to the midsection so attacks aimed elsewhere won't hit the user.

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