We are the forgotten [EVENT] - Blitzkrieg

Buzzing could be heard in the lower levels of the 3rd Division. But the buzzing was different from that of the 8th division. These buzzing were made from giant wasps. Wasps that caused their victims to scream in writhing agony before shrivelling up into a pathetic piece of dried meat. Those who were still alive were hiding away in rooms. There had been a loud explosion noise and most of the guards and division members had went outside to look. The lower levels were then sealed from the inside. People thought it was protocol, it was true. However it was not the protocol of the 3rd division.

"We are being attacked fuck sakes help us!"
"Good... Have nice day"
"Gargh!"
"Guten Dag, Red"
"Ah, someone with manners, blue I am running out of good stuff."
"Nothing here check with the Fraulen's back home"
"very good comrade"

----- 3rd Division, Communications from lower catacombs cut . Status? Compromised. -----

The invader put down the receiver. The man who was friendly enough to call his comrade on his behalf was put to rest. He was brave in attempts to call for help but this little intrusion had been planned for quiet some time and consideration. It was an inside job really. Soul Society was crippled in terms of reserve. The man was wearing a black waist coat on top a blood spattered white shirt. He pulled out cigarette and placed it in his mouth. He slowly looked at all the dead 3rd division members.

"You guys don't quiet have what I want, but nonetheless. Soul Society has a lot valuable information." He cupped the cigarette and gave light to it. He breathed in that dry taste of tobacco. He let it sit for a while and slowly exhaled. "I hate this taste"

He stepped over a few bodies, leaving the scene for a new venue. He cleared the lockdown and stepped out into the division. He took the back door while everyone else was distracted. He left the scene. Boy was he busy today. The man was headed somewhere else now. Soon the hollows would descend in their hundreds.

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The 3rd Division was being attacked by a throng of hollows. They had come from above and was making quick work of the unsupecting shinigami. With quick ordered screams the division members quickly retreated back within its barracks. However the division was long breached and the division sealed itself with the massacred bodies in the lower catacombs of information. Hollows prowled the division picking off any survivors in groups. This place was quiet and lacked personal to gaurd the place. There were about 6 hollows prowling in groups of 2 to 3. They were all snake like, quiet however in their approach. Ever so often a poor shinigami could be heard screaming, his hiding spot discovered. They had called for back up but little did they know the intruders had answered.

Chaos. That is all that could be said about Seretei's current situation, there seemed to be attacks from all over, they seemed organized, as if carried out by intelligent superiors, but there was so little information, and so little warning to go off of, that it had turned into a slaughter. Comrades seemed to fall everywhere. Miri had woke up expecting it to be a normal day, probably do some paperwork and nothing more than that, but no, it had become an eventful day after all. Sadly such a thing wasn't exactly the excitement Miri had been waiting for.

Miriad had found herself around the third squad's headquarters when it began, she was taking a simple stroll as a break from the duties that she had for the day, but now those small duties were on hold, and a much larger event commanded her attention. She wondered about the position of her own headquarters, but they were a distance away and the third squad was falling fast. The enemies were only hollows for now, at least for what she could tell, but the surprise of the attacks was all that was needed to give even simple hollows a deadly edge against the shinigami. Miri began rushing through the headquarters, searching for any survivors that could help her against the threat, she needed to get anyone capable of fighting out in an open area, where the hollows didn't have the advantage of surprise that the twisted streets of seretei gave them. If she could manage to group up with a decent amount of them, then the tide of the particular sector could be turned. Miri kept a hand on the hilt of her zanpakuto, knowing she could be ambushed at any time.

Chaos. At this moment chaos filled the Seireitei, with hollows and bounts everywhere reeking havoc on all of the unexpected Death Gods. A usually quiet and calm filled place, was now the home of a battle, death and destruction everywhere. Comrades falling in front of comrades, the morals of these soul reapers dropping with each death of a companion. The Sanbantai was no different, these hollows had managed to breach into the lower section where the archives lied, and were running rampage on all the other Division 3 members, who took it upon themselves to hide, instead of fighting and dying. So while chaos on the battlefield was apparent, another chaos was slowly building, about to expose itself soon... the chaos in the mind of Squad 3's Captain Ookami.

With his long black hair, and his dark skin, one would first think "What is this golden graceful God doing amongst this display of horror?" well, looks can be deceiving. Ookami Miyamoto was pissed, you could tell by the way he frowned. His teeth were grinding together, mouth closed and his eyebrows looked as if they wanted to hold hands, he looked so mad. The man was his usual Captain attire, holding his blade in his right hand. No words needed to be said once he entered the battle, his Zanpakuto would do all the talking. A weird looking hollow leaped high into the air, and targeted a low leveled Division 3 Shinigami, who decided to try fleeing. Tear streamed down the man's eyes, snort rushing from his nose, this guy wanted to live. As the hollow tried crushing the man, with it's overgrown feet, a quick sword slash cut the beast in two, each halve of his body landing on each side of the coward. He looked up to see his Captain, angry as hell, looking towards the barracks. "T-T-Thank you Cap-" "Shut up, you should have died like a man, now you'll live like a coward in another squad." Ookami basically fired this dude.

Slowly and steadily, the "Black Haired Oni" approached the archives office, quickly dispatching any and all hollows in his wake. His squad members took notice of their Captain's appearance and began to grow back their balls. They picked up their swords and followed him. Once Ookami arrived at the entrance of the archives, he had already assembled about 20 men, and was staring dead at about 6 hollows. "You're in my way." He says as he Shunpos in front of two hollows and kills them both in a single slashing motion, then fires a Hado #4 through the head of one hollow, which goes right through into the head of another hollow. His squad mates charged in to take out the other two, but Ookami finishes both of them off with a lighting fast stab to the dome. Now the Captain points to the archives, telling his men to go clear it out while he finds the source of this attack.

Miri worked tirelessly, trying to band up the remaining survivors of the 3rd squad, those that were able to fight stood alongside her. The hollows came quick, but without their element of surprise they were much easier to cut down, their numbers began receding quickly, of course there was more than a few casualties among the shinigami as well. The spiritual pressure of a captain caught Miri's attention, she needed to figure out which captain it was, as they may bear orders or perhaps a battle plan to take back the area.

"I need to go... hold yourself against the hollows for the time being." she spoke to the shinigami around her. Miriad took off towards the captain and made her way through the winding streets. As she came near she saw three figures in the distance, as she drew closer she came to find the sanbantai's captain and two people that he appeared about to fight. She assumed they were the perpetrators, and they were likely to strong for any unseated officers, perhaps too strong for even a lieutenant, but she had to help support Ookami. With a smooth motion she drew her zanpakuto and held it to her side with one hand, a single peach ribbon extended from the guard, up the handle, and wrapped around her arm all the way up to her shoulder. Her long, dark hair lay in front of her and across her chest, hiding much of her face from view. The trail of gore that the two opposing figures seemed to leave behind only made her certain that they were the enemy. She didn't speak, she had no right to unless spoken to by Ookami, but she would obediently join the fight the moment he initiated it.

How irritating this day is. It started off nice and peaceful, Ookami was training a few of the Soul Society's academy students. Today was the day the hopefuls would visit their future barracks, sadly, a few ended up in the Sanbantai's Headquarters. Ookami took a nap... a simple fucking nap, when he awoke half his squad was wiped out, including a few of the academy students who simple wanted to learn. So yeah, this day is fucking irritating. Ookami turns as he feels two large spiritual pressures behind him, one of the two walking dead men decides to open his big dumb ass mouth. "Wow, hollows are pathetic. Representations of the great spirit animals they may be, but they lack the potency of the mystical realm. Death called for his soul, so we had to reclaim it. Turn and face us." The Captain turned, he forced his spiritual pressure to be felt. He wasn't running, he wasn't hiding, he wanted these bastards to know he was coming. 

His eyes, red with anger, veins popping out of his forehead. One eye seems watery as if he was crying, though he was just really really really irritated. All his peers began feeling weak around him, some falling to their knees because they were overwhelmed. These two piss-ants were apart of this problem, they would receive no mercy. He counted the distance between the three men, 15 meters. This was about 50 feet, so there was somewhat of a range between the men. Ookami slowly approaches the bounts, sword draw in his right hand. The "Native" apparently crushed the head of the coward, which Ookami actually didn't feel bad over. He died an honorable death, on the battlefield, even if he was killed by an asshole. Why did these bounts attack though? What purpose? Apparently both of the bounts had "awaken" their powers or whatever, sadly for them, that would change nothing. Once the Captain finally opened his mouth, he was about 40 feet from the two. "I hope you two don't think your little abilities are going to change a thing, I'll kill the big one without even waking Shiro up." The big motherfucker had this giant ass blade, while the feathery hat wearing motherfucker had some type of ghost near him.

Miri began approaching the trio, her spiritual pressure obviously stronger than the other Shinigami in the area. I'd be lying if I said Ookami wasn't happy to see backup from a Lt. two against one is a honorable fight, but still foolish. Especially since the man has no idea what these two are or what powers they harness. While stopping, while about 30 feet away from the pair, he'd open his mouth to speak to the young lady "Ah... I know you. You're squad 10's Lieutenant... well I'm glad you're here, you can make sure no one else intervenes in this fight. I'll take these two." He says almost proudly, even though deep down he kinda wishes she'd help him fight. Before the two bounts can retort with a witty "No, I'll kill you first!" type of sentence the Captain would disappear, reappearing about 20 feet above the two with his left hand glowing at his side. His spiritual pressure was slightly masked, and his eyes focused on the pair. A giant wave of lightning is fired from his left hand towards the two with fierce speeds. Mid-air the man began moving right to another location on the ground, ready to counter or counter attack anything coming his way.

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Miri nodded without saying a word to the captain, she looked around carefully to ensure there weren't any other shinigami near them. You see, Miri hadn't brought any of the shinigami from the group she banded together with her when she joined the fight with the captain, so there really weren't any around them, just her and Ookami, and the bounts. Miri wasn't so sure about Ookami taking them on by himself, but she would respect the captain's decision and stay where she was, for the time being, if she felt the need to jump in she wouldn't hesitate to do so.

Ookami moved quickly going for an attack on the duo before them, but a dome seemed to appear and absorb Ookami's blast. This wasn't good, it was a powerful kido that he used, and the bount negated it seemingly without much effort. The bount with the blade moved and made an odd maneuver. Miri saw the danger quickly and wasn't sure Ookami would be able to avoid it on his own, she didn't want to risk it, his life mattered greatly in the current situation, as there was no way she could take on the bounts on her own. "Forgive me Captain Miyamoto" she said in a hushed voice as she raised her right arm and drew her palm behind her right shoulder. "Way of binding sixty-two, Hundred steps fence..." she spoke as a light purple rod formed in her hand. With a long motion she threw it towards Ookami, an odd maneuver one with an untrained eye may believe, but anyone experienced in battle would see it for what it was, a use of offense as defense.

The rod would make it's way through the air and then would instantly become one-hundred rods, with luck they would reach the captain and pin him into a nearby building, saving him from the spikes that were about to shred him. Miri knew that at his strength, the kido would do little more then send him flying towards the building, there was no way they could successfully trap him there, Miri would ensure he could get out of it easily. After taking care of that though, there was a new threat, aimed at Miri, and they came quickly. Miri used shunpo to narrowly dodge the vines, her shunpo being of equal speed to the vines themselves. Such a simple technique from the ghost-like figure, but it managed to push Miri to her top speed on the first shot. She quickly realized this was a fight out of her league, she would have to use much more than brute force to win, she would have to be smart, as the bounts were clearly much stronger than her. She only hoped Ookami would try using his brain instead of his brawn as well, otherwise a simple mistake, a simple misjudge of power, would be the end of both of them.

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Apparently Hoho in mid-air was impossible, the man was over 1000 years old and just now he learned this. Well anywho these two knuckleheads apparently were somewhat tough. His level 63 hado was absorbed by a black dome thingy easily... level 63. That's like, Shikai level power. He killed like 6 fucking hollows with just a level 4 hado, these two absorbed a kido spell 59 levels higher with ease. Of course this little display didn't leave a particularly good taste in his mouth, but he had to continue on. The dome was pitch black, so his visibility was completely cut off, so when these spikes shot up with speed, he didn't see it coming. Ookami planned for a counter-attack though, his mid-air assault was a test. While he doesn't know who using what powers, he does suspect that those fucking spikes and the black mist probably aren't the same powers.

Now dodging these spikes mid-air seems hard, but once you realize this gravity isn't like King Kai's (from DBZ) you can summarize that obviously he has some mobility. He can move his legs, shift his body etc... so these spikes actually helped him. Once the first spike neared his body the man uses it as a platform to propel himself off of. He pushes himself pass the spikes and onto the ground, using his superior swordsman skills to swat any incoming spikes on his descent. Ookami does this all before the Lt.'s bakudo poles hit himself, able to dodge both the spikes and spell. What in the shit was she thinking, was the woman trying to stun the Cpt. so the enemy could attack him? How foolish could one get? Right now he didn't have time to ponder the situation, he could only think about how the fuck he would fight this battle. One dude can absorb energy, the other (apparently) can create spikes from the ground. Spikes from the ground makes it hard to move around, they can appear anywhere and bite you on the ass! Oh why couldn't these two have normal powers like fire manipulation or blood control like so many other beings from all the different races. 

Oh right, you may be confused how this whole "jump off the homing spikes" thingy works out. Well let me explain. The spikes close in on Ookami, he kicks off the blunt part of the spikes (because that's how spikes work, a sharp end and a base) and NOW he's able to use Shunpo because the blunt part becomes a walkway of sorts. He can't airwalk but with something that has matter he can now use his skillz. Anyways the Captain kinda begins brainstorming, whilst his guard is still up, about how to deal with these two. He'd activate his Shikai, but then he'd go against his boast, and that black shit might just absorb the powers. HOW ANNOYING! For now his simple sword skills would have to do, so as soon as he landed the man shunpo'ed again, this time about a foot away from the big mother fucker, aiming a precise slash to his throat using the blade in his right hand. His land hand was to his side, still in the firing position from the Hado Spell, in case the short guy hand some kind of counter. His eye sight may have been locked on the Austrian, but his peripheral vision still could see the native just fine. You see, being alive and training for 1000 goddamn years gives you a whole new set of skills, something these youngin' bounts couldn't gain in their short little lives.

The Austrian smiled quite intensely when he saw the strategy employed by the Captain, and decided that his long range skill wasn't adequate. "Hell Impale." He stated as the Captain neared him, from his body a series of extremely sharp metal blades jutted forth from his exposed body. Reaching out two meters. Similar in speed to his Hell Tree technique. It was presumptious of the Captain to think that a man of this stature would leave himself exposed. As his body was covered from head to toe with infinite blades, the captain's blade, which hadn't been increased by any power, would recoil from the fire bullet like ejection of blades.

"Girly man, you're inadequate." He stated for a moment before bolting forward towards the lieutenant, extending his body from its current position by being propelled by the blades themselves. It was quite awkward really, as the female seemed to have been using her shunpo to dodge one attack, but the Austrian could tell from her bodies form where she would go, and upon appearing in that new spot he was there, ready to hit her with a metal based lariat. It would blow off the upper half of her chest and leave her for dead.

Or so that was how it was meant to be. Mid-way towards his body he became entrenched in a beam of bright light, which began to lift him from the ground. Cutting off some of his blades. "Tch, time to leave." He stated as he looked towards Ookami with disdain. "We will finish this." He stated angrily, all the while the hazy bount doll returned to its master. Whom also transcended into heaven. Both men were shocked that the invasion wasn't an invasion, and The Native spoke. "The next time we meet, I shall show you fear." With that final threat they vanished into the void of Hueco Mundo.

[EXIT w/Negacion]

The Negacions Descends upon the bounto. Those who failed in their mission were turned to dust. A trait of Bounto they were neither alive or dead but a something akin to a vampire. They leave behind a present for the their old creators. The dead litter the ground, primarily centered around the 4th division, the 3rd division and 12th division. However most of the death is apparent in the 4th division. The division are still in chaos as missing captains result in a break in command. The last of the hollows are being taken down as ranking officers assume command over small groups as their field manual dictates. Soul Society has been peaceful for many centuries now but now the organization that has been the iconic figure for peace enforcement has been challenged. Hell butterflies are released all of Soul Society has ranking officers are relaying messages to their sub-ordinates. However there are a few special types of messages delivers from the 2nd division find the ears of the captains. "Sir, your presence is requested in the 1st division Barracks" That was all they knew, relayed from the very top. with that they would disappear.

Jumping back about a 3 feet once those hell spikes are launched from the bounts body, Ookami begins readying his body for another attack, one that in a flash could carve this enemy into the abyss. But before he can, the said Austrian launches himself towards the Lt., Ookami attempts to halt his progression. But before the Captain can counter, a white light engulfs his opponents. "Tch, time to leave. We will finish this." He says to a confused Ookami, with the native saying equally lame wannabe intimidating words. The pair then disappear into, leaving Ookami with a grin, believing they fled out of fear. He sheaths his sword and motions for his squad to come out of hiding, the hollows having all been destroyed. "Looks like we win boys." he says with a smile before realizing the exact damage done. Before the man can begin to rebuild, a hell butterfly requests his presence, so without a word he vanishes to the Commanding Captain's barracks.

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