The Objective

As the brainwashed Shinigami did nothing but cooperate with the invader, all hope for the young lady would seem to be lost. As if out of the ether, the sounds of exclamative grunts could be heard, followed shortly by the sounds of large objects hitting the floor. These sounds would go on for some time until the former sounds of hustle and bustle of the Shinigami doing the bounts bidding, could no longer be heard. The sounds of foot stops had begun to resound across the room and with each step came an increasingly louder sound. It would be evident to anyone there at that moment that someone or something was coming however, what would it be? Any sane person within ear shot would not be at fault for wondering that very same thing however, the suspense would be broken shortly.

" The sounds of a maiden in distress are very hard to ignore.......too bad you didn't cover her mouth." A figure adorning Shinigami garb appeared before the invader and his captive. The man's dreadlocks dancing around his shoulder as a slight breeze had begun to grace the room. His stance was that of a neutral nature with no obvious openings or slack. " You do realize it is not nice to kidnap people correct?" The man chuckled lightly under his breathe as he had begun to walk closer each passing moment. As he would approach, he would allow his Reiatsu to reign down slightly on the air. This not only acting as an obvious display of combat prowess but also as a cautionary hint for the man to step away from the girl. " If I were you...I would step away from the girl nicely..." His words were intense and his tone one of a commanding sentiment. This man was here not to get along with the kidnapper or to sing a peaceful fireside Kumbayah. But rather, to bring an end to the cries for help blurted forth by the girl.

The man simply smiled as he heard the words of the old man. The young man felt the display by the man before him and chuckled underneath his breath. The display while appearing grand to some, was nothing that the young warrior was not used to. He simply let the man's words pass through one ear and out the other before engaging the man with a retort unlike one given by the kidnapper. Without a moment of hesitation, Darius closed the gap between himself and the Russian. His movement was fast and deliberate as he appeared just before his opponent, with only a few feet of distance separating them now. " You honestly feel your Reiatsu is enough to scare me?....you must be not only old and ugly...but senile as well..." Darius allowed some of the Reishi particles around him to collide with the pentacle along his right hand. The blue energy igniting forth a chain reaction, bringing about the formation of two white handguns. The guns having no obvious safety eluded to the intention behind the manifestation of these very weapons, for the young Quincy has not come in peace.

" Why don't we just skip the bullshit and get down to business shall we?" The boy quickly entered into another high speed movement, this time bringing his gun dead into the face of the kidnapper. As the barrel of his right peacekeeper entered a staring contest with the old man, Darius would use his free hand to attempt to break the girl from the man's grasp. His left gun firing off a reishi bullet at the right foot his opponent. These simple actions would be the beginning of a conflict, one that someone as bold and brazen as Darius would not just turn around and walk away from. He knew not why he felt such a strong conviction and need to save the women but, he knew what was right and in the current moment, saving this woman was just that.

ooc: Aurora will be skipped because she went to sleep. Russian and his flirting skills. "Little Comrade, do you be thinking this smell like cholofoam?"

Strings of sadness moaned into the little wooden box. The high toned resonance echoing for quite the distance. He sat upon a rooftop of quiet the height. Overlook the whole of Soceity. His eyes were closed and he played the tunes of the dead. His large hands no longer sporting the black leather gloves he usually did. The violin poised on the left of his two shoulders. Head titled, as he enjoyed the carressing of the classic intrusment. Though he played as the first he trully felt like the conductor. The joy he felt in the sorrow of the song. His blood spattered clothes were gone as he now once again wore the clean usual clothes he wore. Black Slacks, black waist coat on a vintage white Dress shirt. The very man that the Australian so enjoyed to copy, from the style of his hair to the manner in which he carried himself. His song finished with the second explosion of the 4th division. He swore he could hear the clapping of his awe struck audience but then again it could have been the final screams of the victims. "Wonderba" He said to himself. Smiling with joy as only his half covered eyes betraying his sadistic nature. The German had been the advance guard and scout for this particular mission. The man been living in Soul Soceity for a long time now. Studying their methods and collecting information. He was the culprit behind the discovery of the Barrier Weakness, the interogation and breaching of the 3rd division, the destruction of the 4th division (twice) and operation Blitzkrieg. He wasn't he mastermind of the greater picture oh no. He was merely the ingenius conductor of the current events. A tall man of grand proportions, speed, strength, brains, cunning, he had it all, surely the embodiment of Nazi Germany's Perfect Man. Alas...

The German slipped a cigarette into his mouth, lighting it with a silver zippo lighter. The violin resting on it's side. It was a strange violin, it's head piece had a strange device on it. Some would mistake it for a tuner but the red blinks were a repeater. He exhaled the smoke, coughing lightly. He never liked smoking, was never quiet used to it but for some weird reason he could never stop it. He wasnt a chain smoker like the Australian had developed to be. Close to a social smoker. He inhaled again, letting it sit in his mouth for a while. He rarely put the gunk into his lungs as most smokers do. He threw the cigarette away as he looked into the direction of the 12th division. The russian would have recovered the Core by now. He looked back to the 4th division's destruction. With normal eyes he could not see but with the aid of binoculars he would see. A captain raising at great speed to the location. He laughed a little, his husky german laugh. He picked up his violin again and played a short tune. The repeater blinked red again. It wasn't just a normal repeater, but it was a love child of science of spirit. This particular repeater recieved, and resonated Reiatsu signals. Long ago it was used for tests to figure out what made hollows click. What kind of reiatsu they preferred the best. Imitating the Reishi signature of potential food. However, the German had put it to better use. A series of them set out to extend his influence of his doll. In addition only a small sample was needed. His location could be well hidden while he conducted the many more explosions to come. His final tune had been played it was time he went to seek the Russian. He removed the repeater from the violin and pocketed it into his dark overcoat. The attire really made him look like a Neo-nazi but it was merely the attire of his Soldat in Arms. "Zeich Dig, Schwarze Drachen"

The German's arrival was quicker than expected, he had studied the buildings of Soul Society and its maze of a streets. It only took him 5 minutes to arrive at the 12th division. Of course some running, roof jumping and speed stepping was involved. His intervention took place in at the start of the 2nd speed step of the boy. A Barrel of a single gun imprinting its mark on boy's forehead. "You're way too early to take on Mother Russia, quincy-kun." The trigger would be pulled, releasing a leaden looking bullet. The German himself had appeared in a flash, the gun in his left hand as he pointed it outwards to his side. If the boy was too slow to move, he would find a tunnel through his head, entering clean and exiting like the watery bowel movements of a fat bastard. With the quincy on his left side and the Russian on the right side, he'd address his Ally but his eyes in track with the Quincy. "Good news on the Objective. Avoid killing zie Fraulen" In his mouth was another cigarette nearly at its wit's end. Dark black ash began to liter the area upon his arrival. It was visible, like the aftermaths of a nuclear war or volcanic eruptions when the sulphur clouds rained those flakes but only they were black and much smaller. "Comrade the little girl doesn't have the Power Core, she IS the power core.... Now" He spoke in Russian as he exhaled the disgusting gunk and flicked it to the side with his right hand. "It is strange for an Arrow Gypsy to be here, they weren't in my calculations but Ich lieben a man who knows his guns." He used a mixture of German and Japanese when addressing the quincy. Though he knew many languages in full fluency, certain japanese words escaped him. "Come quincy-kun, show me what a Thousands years of inbreeding has brought"

The Quincy expected no less from two as he entered high speed movement, only to be welcomed to the feeling of a barrel against his head. He had felt the presence moving swiftly toward them as he approached yet didn't know how long it would be before the person would make their presence known. As he felt his forehead press against the barrel of the gun, he quickly pivoted on his dominate load bearing heel allowing the bullet to breeze by his head as his turning momentum did the rest of the work. His body spun lightly at the last second allowing the boy to escape death.

As the bullet breezed by, Darius entered into another high speed movement, now appearing several feet back from the new arrival in an attempt to create distance. Whoever these beings were they were not only smart but knowledgeable. They had not only managed to figure out a way to attack Soul Society but to also cause a major amount of disorienting chaos. " I can't tip off the Shinigami to my presence here just yet....I'll have to improvise..." The Quincy thought to himself as he entered a defensive stance with his guns pointed at the new arrival. He had not expected to encounter such strange foes in this place, yet knew he would need to fight seriously if he was to make it to his true destination.

" So your friend is not only old and senile but also a pussy....no wonder you all have to pick on helpless women..." His mocking words resonated through the air as the tension mounted. Both men poised to begin combat, the young Quincy would then begin his next strike. The boy had begun to discharge rounds in a very unorthodox pattern. His bullets flying at the main vital areas of the neck, chest, and skull of his new found opponent.

ooc: Do apologize for this great delay




The boy had been quick to react, no longer wishing to carry on the flash step he let his body go limp and his body wait to twist him out of harms way. The bullet, buried itself deep within the ground. Leaving a scolding hot ring where it entered. With a quick rotation of his body weight, a right roundhouse kick was performed. The quincy however was out of the way. The German was somewhat disappointed. Quincy and their ranged methods of fighting. He stood quiet a distance away but he was still within shot. "Yes, Russi, it's about time we left. Look at the poor boy, he doesn't even know he is already dead." With his free right hand he dusted off some the black ash that was on everyone from his own shoulders. "Pussy? Your vocabulary and insult are as bad as the stink you give off." The boy had mistaken in taking a neutral stance when fighting with a gun. This was not a sword fight. As soon as he had begun raising his arms, the German was upon him. He appeared on the right side of the quincy. The Quincy's gun was pointing now in the direction in which the German had stood, the German with his own right forearm pushed the quincy's right gunarm, bending it inwards. "You're the boy who picks on old senile men who can only pick on little girls." Surprise, surprise, there was a second gun held the in the German's right hand. The very motion of pushing the right arm away was also used to target the head of the Quincy. He would pull the trigger while his left arm was crossed over his own stomach and shooting a round into the kidney of the quincy.

It was as if her movement had been perfect. Could she have been waiting in the wings. Could she hide such a spiritual pressure that some mistook this gorgeous female for a captain level shinigami, If you were to look at her you would see her unique shinigami robe's were enhanced with blue lining, Her hair flowing down behind her as her movement stopped. She had them within her sight's there perfect position to complete her speech divide this into six!" This speech this phrase that would be invisible to all due to the distance between the group would finish. Her elegant bandaged hand pointed in the direction of the male who had appeared to halt another male,If you wanted perfect timing this spell would be released at the time the old man uttered the word "man". His back in her line of vision would grant her the element of surprise and with his focus upon the quincy he would have little chance to be alerted before the rods of light which had been released towards his mid-drift would slam into him before his speech had finished, Naturally Hana was a shinigami she was not foolish enough to believe her appearance and movement had been un-noticed.

Her female form would vanish, The speed blinding as if she had teleported to re-appear at the opposite building to the one she had stood upon now within the old man's view if he cocked his head to look past the quincy that is, Amai Kusai now within her hand she was watching steadily, But how had she got here how had she appeared so quickly. Hana had been moving, Her rounds having taken her from her barracks into what she liked to call uncharted territory which was the 6th division, This being closer to the 4th division she had one of her "female intuition moments" something had been going wrong, Her sensory had allowed her to pick up on the spiritual energy of the strangers and the quincy. As if she had planned this herself her own energy would have vanished. her body making its way to the required area from the opposite direction of were the bombs had been placed. It was only thanks to this direction had she made it to this place in the area she had appeared, Her timing couldn't have been more perfect and now with Amai Kusai in hand she was ready to strike her mouth mummbling words as her chant began. "e lord! Mask of blood and flesh, all creation, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man!".... she began to say softly. She had also seen the twelfth division smoking, Her mind had picked up on this but hoped that other shinigami would deal with this. For now her hands were tied.

( Terribly sorry about the slow reply...work and car buying lol )

His foe's movements were quick and effective. Darius had managed to get away from his opponent before, yet now it would appear that the man before him had other ideas in mind for contending with the Quincy. Being a Handkampf master, the boy was no slouch when it came to cqc. He allowed his opponents grasping motions to occur, and as they did such he countered accordingly. Using the forward momentum of his arm being swung he followed the motion allowing his limbs a greater range of motion. Instead of being locked into a paralyzing grasp to then be shot, the boy thrust his shoulder forward marching deeper into his opponent's chest. As he did so he avoided the first bullet allowing the bullet to glide right by his body. While still acting in forward momentum, the boy used his left hip to slap the inner forearm of the gun having come forward in his previous motion. This in turn caused the second bullet aim at a vital area to simply be fired off slightly to the side.

Now free from the two blows, he witnessed the coming of another person. After only a quick glance he only noticed that this person was wearing Shinigami garb. Darius taking a gamble took one step back thrusting his back behind him before thrusting arm in for a moment towards the would be captor to cause him to release his grasp on the boy for the motion would cause the old man's arms to truncate into the socket. Either way, via shoulder dislocation by ways of socket truncation or a release of his limbs, Darius would be free. He would then take his new found freedom to new heights as he would enter Hirenkyaku to avoid the coming attack towards his foe; reappearing several feet away with both guns firing arrows at the man.

ooc: well Xion posting. Connecting a post to critically wound you.




The boy had moved in odd manner, reacting inappropriately to the situation. He would have had a neat bullet hole in his head and one in his kidney if the German had not taken but a split second to detonate some of the ash around him. It was the very ash that was everywhere around them. The same ash the Quincy had been walking around in, getting in his clothes and body. The Shinigami's entrace had been alerted by the disturbance of the floating ash. The German detonated some of the ash surrounding Hana, unknowingly interrupting her Binding Kido, the 2nd target to his later burst fire. With the new comer temporarily disposed of with the high explosive that had taken down the 4th division. The impact of the concussive flames would mute the simultaneous two bursts of bullets. Luckily for the Quincy boy his little struggle would divert the bullet, skimming the side of his head and leaving a bleeding wound. He had moved his hip trying to counteract the 2nd shot but it left him with a gaping hole in his left kidney. The German would then kick the ash covered Quincy boy away from him with his powerful legs. Quickly turned around taking a lower stance and firing two shots from the right with a single shot in between with his left. These actions were performed quickly. If the boy acted any further he would find that German could detonate the bullet wounds as well as the ash.

It seemed that in her haste to grasp a quick victory, Hana had not deduced that the ash flowing softly within the vicinity had any dangerous properties, Nor did she assume that the old man had the ability to read this ash. So when she entered it was surprising to find the explosion happen around her, her body would be forced to vanish in a blur of speed to avoid being dangerously damaged by the ash thus when her body felt free she would notice her exit from the ash. Her arm twinged slightly the explosion had caused minor damage to her right arm nothing major her robe had taken more damage most in tact while sleeves and the hem had been burned a slight burning sensation had alerted her to yet another twinge upon her left cheek, Had she not moved when she did the damage would have been much more her speed having been an advantage in this point. Her movement was swift as her robe became discarded her hair flowing as it tried to remove the ash from it, No good she would be unable to remove it all by trivial means. She would need some form of wind, Some form of explosive ability to release herself from the ash's grasp, Her hand had already moved her blade drawn, "inhale my sweet" she would say softly. It would happen upon the end of her release phrase, Spiritual energy erupting around her entire body blasting as if the wind itself had heard her thoughts, The ash upon her moving being pulled its grasp weakening until her body was free of all the residue. Her form now sparkling like a glowing vampire from the Twilight series [You all love it].  The eruption having created an aura of white orbs circling twelve inches all around her body expanded around the blade thus creating a longer reach.

Her blades within her hands as she looked into the ash, Her shikai should have alerted many via the rush of Spiritual pressure. Unsure how she would be capable of battling from this length, her form of fighting revelled in the art of close combat thus how she would be able to get close enough to the target within this ash would be unreal, Being around 15 feet from the entrance to the ash like barrier Hana was completely bewildered, Having been stupid before she was not about to enter the area that essentially had become a huge explosion, almost everything within was doomed to meet the fate of the gates. But explosive ash, Would could..."Ye lord! Mask of flesh and bone, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man! Truth and temperance, upon this sinless wall of dreams unleash but slightly the wrath of your claws." she would say as one of her blades slit into the ground, Her hand shot forward as the blue eruption of Kido exploded forward. "Hado #33" She would say softly, As the eruption shot forward into the ash upon contact with something in that vacinity it would explode causing its own explosion, Why had she done this her body would move backwards softly landing higher upon one of the larger buildings. She would wait to here hear Kido explode having picked Amai Kusai's double from the ground before jumping. her form would await an attack or counter, her eyes moving side to side as she surveyed the area.

As the ash had begun to erupt along his body, Darius had begun to focus his Reishi on his body itself. Allowing his full concentration to the task at hand, his Blut would activate just as his body was lit a blaze. The concussive power was enough to knock him off of his feet and sent flying back. Just as he thought about his counter offensive, he would be struck again, this time by two bullets. The first bullet grazed the side of his face opening a wound that went the length of left cheek bone. The other bullet would manage to break through his Blut however, the bullet only managed to enter his side but was broken apart from underneath the strain of his Blut. With the two bullets having made impact, Darius simply allowed his body to be carried backwards and into a building behind him. The sudden burst attack carried damage with it. The boy's life would not be over however his fight for this time would be.

" Thank god..my Blut was quick enough..." The boy's words were not fast enough as he slipped into unconsciousness.

Do you think she would be stupid, As soon as she heard the first bullet strike the wall her body would move, her Kido would be cancelled as her hand pulled the double of Amai Kusai, He had heard her incantation most likely the reason why he fired at the wall. From the ground, Her body would spin as the third bullet struck the wall, Instead of utilizing the flash step Hana would simply run, Her body moving quickly as the explosion erupted. The debris would begin to fly yet the female would have cleared enough of the distance to be safe, As the explosion rang out Hana would take a right thus cutting of any vision of her that the smoke which would eventually clear to late to see the female would have allowed. The buildings were high enough to allow Hana's Shikai to disperse before being seen, Do not be confused she had not resealed her blade but the buildings simply were to high for the twelve inch aura to erupt, Due to the distance she had put between them Hana could not see the man but was unsure on her next movement, She was the division one LT for god sake and she was powerless to do anything in the wake of this man. What good was she....

Her hands would wrap around both blades of Amai Kusai, Running had passed through her mind but she could not, There was no way she could leave, The Captain Commander would kill her. That was the trigger who was she more afraid of this guy or the captain commander. The answer was obvious, This m,an had ranged moves though seemed to have some close combat skill. But he needed vision he needed to have a decent shot and as long as Hana was quick enough she could get away before the explosions came, Information was what she needed, Being far away she would need to shout to be able to have the man hear her using the environment was a smart move for her, There was no ash in this area no bullets had made it yet, She as of now was safe. "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM US WHY ARE YOU ATTACKING SOUL SOCIETY" She shouted, As she did she took this chance to run alongside the building and take another right successfully completing a U turn heading back to the russian but a completely different way, Naturally she would make sure not to enter the ash. She was going to get information no matter what or die trying. As she came to an alley she could choose to run down or turn to the left. A single point would release a small burst of energy from her finger sending a barrel directly in front of the area were she had previously been when the bullets had struck the wall. She needed to know if the Russian was still in that area and the barrel could create a target for him to shoot if that were the case.

Hana had already located the movement of The Russian, As soon as he appeared beside her she would allow her movements to speak for her. First her body would vanish once more utilizing yet another high speed movement to bring herself upon the building to the left that she had previously been on now standing roughly 13.2 meter's from the Russian thus allowing the bullets he had shot at her to strike upon the wall behind were she had previously been. Her eye's would widen as she saw the beams of light erupting for her. Her body would slide from the building she was on and touch upon the ground thus easily avoiding the Kido she knew all to well. How had he utilized Kido he was no shinigami. Or was this man someone whom used to have ties with the Shinigami, She would need to know,  

Now one would be wondering just exactly how had Hana noticed the movement of the Russian when his spiritual energy had always remained were it had been. IT was simple the female upon his shoulder, He was unable to hide her presence or copy her spiritual energy thus allowing Hana the chance to instantly move upon there spiritual energy being next to her. If it had not been for that females energy Hana would have been defeated there and then. Her anger had already peaked, Her Spiritual energy erupting to its fullest. This energy she unleashed, Anyone with a lower power than Hana's own would be forced to there knees and unable to stand, Her body and form would find the Russian once more placing a simple five meters between them. She would walk quickly her attitude changing becoming much more focused. Her spiritual energy forcing gravity to bend to her will to those who do not have such powerful spiritual energy. Then she charged 8 inches and her blow would come she was 8 inches between the man and her blade within her left hand would strike to cut through the bount's midrift on what Hana believed to be the side he would be unable to defend due to having the female upon his shoulders. Hana was not simply making this move.  For at the eight inches as the blade came to try to slice the man in half Hana's grasping her second blade had already been pointed,"Shou" She said softly as her finger released a powerful blast of spiritual energy capable of blasting back any opponent a rather great distance from such a close range. Naturally this Kido would take place as the blade would have sliced the mans mid-drift. If this male countered at such a close range Hana would utilize this Kido as a surprise to allow some distance to be put between them.

There had definitely been a change in this woman's movements her entire being screaming of this change, What had it been? Why had she instead of just running away begun to fight face to face? Could it be the captain commanders appearance upon the battle field. Could it be that Hana's very being had changed due to this one female. It was simple how could Hana disgrace her captain. She would not try to live without fighting. No she would face these bastards straight in the face. If she were to die today she would die knowing she fought knowing that her captain was fighting with her. If she were to die she would die knowing Yuri Kenpachi knew Hana died a warrior.