[Compile] Adaro, Komamura, Shunsui, Renji (Hitsugaya)
The darkness drew a cool rent in the air, silent to the ears, noted only by the inky black tear that showed and the strength of the presence that stepped from it. To let the shinigami regroup and mourn their loss would have been the kind, appropriate thing to do, but the woman that stepped from the darkness was anything but that. The one who started this war, Adaro had only the intention to exploit the weakness of their grief, to soothe the melancholy of her arrancar with a body count that could lift even the lowest of spirits.
Two captains and a vice captain were all that had gathered where Unohana had fallen, standing near her battered body -- a beautiful site to behold -- as they sought either answers or, by the hardening expressions, swore to some faint hope of vengeance for a fallen comrade that they would, instead, be soon following.
Adaro drew Osovenenoso, no fool to think they would not strike out at the easiest one to lay the blame upon. "What happened here is that one shinigami captain realised the full power of the arrancar," she spoke aloud, smiling as she looked to where Unohana had died. "No need to waste your time learning more, or your life by thinking that you could stop it again."
“Madarame-san was here?” Komamura asked, unable to feel the 11th Division’s third seat’s reiatsu due to his gigai. If that were true, finding him had also become one of their top priorities. Madarame should have answers to who had done this atrocity, which arrancars in particular were to be judged and punished first.
“Abarai-fukutaichou, can you track down -“
A wash of cold reiatsu suddenly burst forth, so powerful and chilling that he felt it clearly, even with the dull senses of his faux body. Turning around, he saw a red-haired woman stepping out of a black rip in the air. He hadn't personally met her before, but her reputation preceded her: this was Adaro, undisputed leader of the arrancar.
Her obvious joy at Unohana’s death made Komamura’s lips turn up in a snarl. Digging into his pant’s pocket, he took out the Soul Candy he’d only bought hours ago at the Urahara Shouten. Automatically popping a pill into his mouth, he felt his spirit form being ejected from the gigai. Standing tall and furious in front of her, he flashed his large canine teeth at her direction.
“You!” he growled as his whiskers bristled. “You will not be allowed to be unpunished for this heinous crime!”
A large, gloved hands seized Tengen’s hilt, the zanpakutou rasping out of its sheath as he took a step towards her.
The hair suddenly stood up on the back of Shunsui's neck as the air around him grew colder, a strange and powerful spiritual pressure flooding the area. Standing and turning, he saw a woman with long red hair, wearing the ruined and blood-stained first division captain's haori. Yamamoto's haori. This must be Adaro, the cause of it all, and she was here acting as if Retsu's death had been nothing worth noticing while parading around in the clothing of their former soutaichou.
It made Shunsui sick.
With a clean surge of energy, the captain broke away from his false body, hands flying to the hilts of Katen and Kyoukotsu as soon as he was free. His own two haori and his sash blew in the breeze stirred by released reiatsu, his expression set as stone.
Now was not the time for emotion. The leader of the eigth could almost see the anger radiating from Sajin, knew it would hinder him in battle. It would be hard to push down the fact that he could still see Retsu's body, could see Yamamoto's clothing, knew it was all this woman's fault, but there was no choice. Their chances to do real damage to Adaro were severely limited, and Shunsui couldn't let himself sink into the trap of emotional weakness that she had set for them so expertly.
Katana and wakizashi whispered from their sheaths almost silently, and Shunsui's hands followed a path trained by millenia of memory to a ready position.
Having fought against several of Adaro's Arrancar, Renji knew that waiting was only going to get them killed. If she was their leader then her skills were above theirs and this was doubly true. Adaro was not only at a different level than they were, she was also of a different class.
Renji knew he was likely being rash, but it was the only way he knew how to be. It was how he was trained. Strike first before your enemy has a chance to think about their maneuver. Aim that strike to kill and send it with everything you got. He also knew he couldn't let his anger and desire for vengeance cloud his blade. Zabimaru wouldn't allow that. He would be drawing his blade for himself and for Rukia to make sure that others like Unohana-taichou would not be killed in this war. He drew his sword because he needed to, to prove to himself he was ready for this fight.
Swinging his arm out, Zabimaru glowed with a fiery red intensity. The release of his zanpakuto silent and by his own sheer will. Zabimaru extended at full speed toward Adaro's head. It was pointless to talk right now and he was going to shut her up.
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Two captains and a vice captain were all that had gathered where Unohana had fallen, standing near her battered body -- a beautiful site to behold -- as they sought either answers or, by the hardening expressions, swore to some faint hope of vengeance for a fallen comrade that they would, instead, be soon following.
Adaro drew Osovenenoso, no fool to think they would not strike out at the easiest one to lay the blame upon. "What happened here is that one shinigami captain realised the full power of the arrancar," she spoke aloud, smiling as she looked to where Unohana had died. "No need to waste your time learning more, or your life by thinking that you could stop it again."
“Madarame-san was here?” Komamura asked, unable to feel the 11th Division’s third seat’s reiatsu due to his gigai. If that were true, finding him had also become one of their top priorities. Madarame should have answers to who had done this atrocity, which arrancars in particular were to be judged and punished first.
“Abarai-fukutaichou, can you track down -“
A wash of cold reiatsu suddenly burst forth, so powerful and chilling that he felt it clearly, even with the dull senses of his faux body. Turning around, he saw a red-haired woman stepping out of a black rip in the air. He hadn't personally met her before, but her reputation preceded her: this was Adaro, undisputed leader of the arrancar.
Her obvious joy at Unohana’s death made Komamura’s lips turn up in a snarl. Digging into his pant’s pocket, he took out the Soul Candy he’d only bought hours ago at the Urahara Shouten. Automatically popping a pill into his mouth, he felt his spirit form being ejected from the gigai. Standing tall and furious in front of her, he flashed his large canine teeth at her direction.
“You!” he growled as his whiskers bristled. “You will not be allowed to be unpunished for this heinous crime!”
A large, gloved hands seized Tengen’s hilt, the zanpakutou rasping out of its sheath as he took a step towards her.
The hair suddenly stood up on the back of Shunsui's neck as the air around him grew colder, a strange and powerful spiritual pressure flooding the area. Standing and turning, he saw a woman with long red hair, wearing the ruined and blood-stained first division captain's haori. Yamamoto's haori. This must be Adaro, the cause of it all, and she was here acting as if Retsu's death had been nothing worth noticing while parading around in the clothing of their former soutaichou.
It made Shunsui sick.
With a clean surge of energy, the captain broke away from his false body, hands flying to the hilts of Katen and Kyoukotsu as soon as he was free. His own two haori and his sash blew in the breeze stirred by released reiatsu, his expression set as stone.
Now was not the time for emotion. The leader of the eigth could almost see the anger radiating from Sajin, knew it would hinder him in battle. It would be hard to push down the fact that he could still see Retsu's body, could see Yamamoto's clothing, knew it was all this woman's fault, but there was no choice. Their chances to do real damage to Adaro were severely limited, and Shunsui couldn't let himself sink into the trap of emotional weakness that she had set for them so expertly.
Katana and wakizashi whispered from their sheaths almost silently, and Shunsui's hands followed a path trained by millenia of memory to a ready position.
Having fought against several of Adaro's Arrancar, Renji knew that waiting was only going to get them killed. If she was their leader then her skills were above theirs and this was doubly true. Adaro was not only at a different level than they were, she was also of a different class.
Renji knew he was likely being rash, but it was the only way he knew how to be. It was how he was trained. Strike first before your enemy has a chance to think about their maneuver. Aim that strike to kill and send it with everything you got. He also knew he couldn't let his anger and desire for vengeance cloud his blade. Zabimaru wouldn't allow that. He would be drawing his blade for himself and for Rukia to make sure that others like Unohana-taichou would not be killed in this war. He drew his sword because he needed to, to prove to himself he was ready for this fight.
Swinging his arm out, Zabimaru glowed with a fiery red intensity. The release of his zanpakuto silent and by his own sheer will. Zabimaru extended at full speed toward Adaro's head. It was pointless to talk right now and he was going to shut her up.
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