/I'm picking sides & pulling the strings

[wrathoflove]

[ This is Ichigo, with eyes like a wolf in the depths of night, hollow mask cracked as he fights off a herd of rampaging Menos Grande trying to attack Seireitei; because he might not be exclusively aligned with the shinigami, but he's not about to just stand back and let the place get slammed by hungry enemies. No sirree.

'Scuse him, Ninth, Sixth

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[pedraojo]

[You know. At first, he's just watching, masking his reiatsu to avoid being a distraction to the fight happening. And he certainly has no alliances with the Shinigami either, and least of all any sort of 'let's be friends' pact with Kurosaki.

But that doesn't mean he can't use the "training". Because really? That's all this will be for him.

So this is one of those Menos just in front of Ichigo getting a Cero to the feet, to knock it off balance.]

It seems you could use some assistance.

[Don't complain boy. Don't complain.]

[wrathoflove]

[ He stills his sword, lowering it from an intended slash. o hai thar, Ully. ]

You're late.

[ Because Inoue loves you, you have no excuse not to be here, in his opinion. Shunpoing up the mask of the nearest Menos, he slices off a corner, failing to deliver a fatal blow as it tries to nom on his feet. ]

[pedraojo]

[Oh, that's sort of amusing, though.]

I hadn't realized you were expecting me.

[But never mind that, as he's looping around to go for a Menos that's trying to take a swipe at Ichigo, sonídoing forward and up to slice at the offending clawed hand.

Clearly, he has your back, Ichigo. Don't take that for granted.]

[wrathoflove]

[ Oh, he won't, too busy launching a Getsuga at an ugly fellow with a mind to skewer him with his nose.

Oh, no, wait - that's a Cero in his mouth. ]

Hoped you'd catch on sooner or later!

[ Feck.

Whirls another Getsuga around his sword, shunpoing right into the line of fire to slam the red Cero head-on, black forcing back the red. Hell, he's taken hits from Ulquiorra and Grimmjow before, this Cero's not gonna make him flit away like a scared little butterfly. ]

[pedraojo]

You certainly can't say that I have never assisted you, then.

[So nyeh. And it'd better not make him scram, else that'd be pretty ridiculous -- even Ulquiorra knows that of Ichigo by now. Anyway, he's tempted to use his Resurrección, if only for the extra speed, but eh, it's more challenging this way. Since when he cared about a challenge... who knows.

Observing the situation quickly, he figures the Shinigami's just fine with his little head-on attack, then bursts into action, sonídoing towards another Menos that thinks it's smart to attack the other from behind. Leaping up along its body, Ulquiorra makes quick slashes as he heads for the mask, weakening it. He's being forced down by a claw for a moment before he pushes himself from the base of the Hollow hole to slice right through the mask, forcing himself to plant his feet on the falling Menos and backflip away from a half-charged Cero, managing to get grazed by it -- but that's nothing.]

[wrathoflove]

[ Smoking a little, he reappears above the dust-cloud of the wailing, falling Menos, patting down his arms. Maybe they could snare the enemy in reiatsu ... or something, then bake them together.

There are just so fucking many, guess they got bored of guarding the borders of Nueva Las Noches. ]

Follow my lead! I've got an idea -

[ Summoning a Getsuga, he keeps it wrapped around his sword as he skims the air around several Menos, lassoing them around their necks, ready to be cooked by a Cero. ]

[pedraojo]

[Snapping his head up to see just what his plan is, Ulquiorra just gives a nod and begins charging a Cero as Ichigo works his magic -- admitting to himself that it's a rather impressive tactic -- and once the Menos are somewhat secure, he fires the bright green Cero at their masks.

Menos: 0
Ichigo & Ulquiorra: 7

Clearly, they should do this more often.]

[wrathoflove]

[ Shunpoing beside Ulquiorra, he watches the headless corpses crash to the ground, panting lightly. Sweat drips down his throat from behind his mask, but it sounds like he's smiling. ]

Nice shot.

[pedraojo]

You expected less from me?

[That might be a hint of a smirk on his face -- just a hint -- as he opens his pesquisa enough to detect if there are others moving towards them. None, yet, which gives them a short break.]

I must admit, however, that was a rather impressive idea.

[wrathoflove]

Gotta take as many down at once as possible. It'll free up everyone else if they ain't running around after them, let them help each other instead.

[ Glances around the area, eying the Menos on the horizon. ]

Just how many fucking guards does Aizen need on his borders! Did he piss them off or something? This is like a stampede!

[ Ichigo demands an explanation for this bullshit! ]

[pedraojo]

If I had any knowledge as to why this was happening, I certainly wouldn't be assisting you. Just take them out now and demand answers later. We simply don't have the time to think about that at the moment.

[Why yes, that's a sigh of exasperation. He's just as displeased about this as Ichigo is.]

I will go ahead, if you need more time to rest.

[He cares, in his odd, 'holier than thou' way. Sonídos forward, lunging at the closest Menos to hold it off.]

[wrathoflove]

[ Splutters. ]

Time to rest? Why you -

[ Rushes after him, insinuating himself right in front of Ulquiorra and the Menos, slashing it clean across the mask. ]

I don't need to rest any more than you do!

[pedraojo]

[See, good job, because now he has to use you to kick off from, Ichigo, just so he doesn't, you know, end up slicing right through you.]

That was a foolish move. Your pride coupled with your temper is exactly what will get you killed in battle. Work on that, will you?

[Switches his attention to another Menos rearing its head to fire off a Cero nearby. Yeah, that's not happening there, buddy. Have a neatly sliced-through mask, hm?]

[wrathoflove]

Shut - ack!

[ THANKS FOR THAT KICK. ]

If you're gonna make smart-ass remarks like that time with the angels, you can shut your mouth!

[pedraojo]

[FRIENDLY FIRE. HUSH UP.]

It wasn't a 'smart-ass remark', merely a suggestion.

[wrathoflove]

Bullshit!

[ Shunpos beside him, poooossibly catching him with a Getsuga as he hurls it at the enemy, cuffing the back of his head. OOPS, FRIENDLY FIRE. ]