Ever since Toshirou had lost control of himself the other day, Heihachi had been having uneasy premonitions that it probably wouldn't be the last time, but he'd hoped with Jushirou keeping an eye on the situation it wouldn't get out of hand.
Jushirou couldn't be everywhere at once though. There was a salvage to oversee, and despite his encouragements, Toshirou wouldn't seek anyone's help on the matter, which had finally lead to this. It had started with a shipwide chill, but after checking out the heating system there was nothing amiss...until the furnaces had inexplicably started to dim, and the cold became more oppressive. Heihachi was already intimately acquainted with it, and had realised what was going on right before Toshirou's scream had sounded across the network.
Cursing and shoving his journal back in his bag, he raced up to the top deck, knowing intrinsically where to go because it was the place his instincts were shouting at him to stay the hell away from. He shoved open the door only to practically fall over as the dragon knocked against the side of the ship. The deck was covered in ice and mist, but through it he could just catch a glimpse of Toshirou keeled over on his hands and knees.
He wasn't even sure if it would be heard over the wind, but he tried to call out anyway. "Toshirou-kun!"
Jushirou had already ran out of his quarters. His tea set had come crashing to the floor, scattering the contents in a mess that froze immediately as it struck the floor. He didn't stop to watch the phenomenon though. Already he had tossed on the deep read "Sogyo" haori and grabbed his zanpaktou from its stand. This wasn't supposed to happen. Not now!
"HEIHACHI! STAND BACK!" Jushirou called out as he reached the top deck, immediately moving into his casting stance. There was little time...he had to act now!
"Waves rise now and become my shield.... Lighting strike now and become my blade....," he said, both hands gripping the hilt of his sword firmly, as a strong wind picked up around him.
"SOGYO NO KOTOWARI!!!!"
In a brilliant flash, what was once one blade was now two. Twin piked swords connected at the pommel by the same red cord that had kept the spirits of his blade tethered together.
Hyorinmaru continued to rage as it flew around the ship striking the sides every now and then slowly encasing the outer hull in a thin layer of ice. In the middle of the small blizzard kneeled Toshirou eyes wide with panic, and horror at what was taking place.
Ice encased his hands and feet, even working it's way up his spine until it branched off at his shoulders forming what was begining to look like wings.
Toshirou didn't hear his friend, or his mentor over Hyorinmaru's thundering roar all he knew was that he felt a shift in the air around him, another powerful spirit was nearby. He couldn't tell if it was a friend or an enemy. After tearing a very large hole in one side of the ship, Hyorinmaru flew at Jushirou roaring in fury.
The buildup had been impossible not to notice for anyone sensitive to that kind of energy. It looked like Hitsugaya had finally lost control.
This was a problem.
Ryuuken quickly made his way up to the deck in time to observe Ukitake bring out his weapons. He stood back a ways; there was no need to be too close.
Hm.
He knew he could potentially help here. As a Quincy, his power involved taking energy from around him and channeling it into his weapon. And Ukitake looked like he had the situation far from under control, he noted as the dragon tore a hole in the side of the ship.
Very well. It wasn't as though he was keeping these abilities a secret. His mouth formed a thin line, and his eyes narrowed as he drew energy from Hitsugaya. In his hand, a white bow appeared, but he did not use it. Instead, he discharged the energy directly into the atmosphere.
The Dog, running an errand just below deck, had barely noticed the growing chill, thickening her coat automatically to cope with it as she trotted along.
She could hardly fail to notice, though, when she heard a sudden loud roar and the ship rocked violently to one side, flinging her towards the wall. She would have kept her feet, though, if it weren't for the patch of ice that suddenly appeared beneath them, sending her flying.
Picking herself up with a grunt partly of irritation and partly of having just had the wind knocked out of her, she looked around to see what on Reial could just have happened. Ice was starting to spread across the floor in little patches, thickest around the stairs leading up on deck.
Clearly something was very wrong. Extending her claws to get a grip on the ice, she leaped up the stairs, nudging the door at the top open and dashing out on deck. At the sight of the rampaging dragon, she gave a sharp bark, a coercive power behind it that should have stopped the creature in its tracks - were it either dead or conventionally living. She could tell at a glance that it was neither, but whether or not her efforts would have any effect, she should at least try to help before it destroyed the ship any further.
Heihachi was relieved to see Jushirou and his twin blades, though even if he summoned the creatures that lived inside them would they be able to stand up to the dragon? It was huge. Bigger even than the version Toshirou had summoned in the Badlands, and that one had been fearsome enough. This one could coil around the ship with length to spare, and didn't seem to have any direction - only mindless rage.
He pulled down his goggles to protect his eyes from the cutting wind, but the cold was much more intense than before, seeping right into his bones and stealing his breath. He could see that something was happening to Toshirou, the ice consuming his body, but how could anyone even get close to him like this? He was starting to doubt that even Jushirou was strong enough. The man had seemed so frail the first time Heihachi had visited, and the mechanic was already struggling not to flinch under the heavy pressure of magical energy spilling across the deck.
When the dragon turned in their direction, however, Heihachi decided that they were probably really screwed. He had his sword, but he doubted it would do a damn thing. The only other crew members on deck were the Doctor and...a dog? He was starting to wish for a little more firepower, but while he didn't think hurting the dragon would hurt Toshirou it wouldn't be easy to keep the boy out of the crossfire.
The sharp decrease in temperature was not the only indication that Hitsugaya was the cause of this. Ice had begun to form across the floors and walls, designing rooms as ice coffins. Catching the unmistakable roar of a dragon from somewhere in the proximity of the top deck, she wasted no time in heading there. After such a long search through the Montague, she was more than jaded, but it was something she could deal with, hopefully. Regardless, she couldn't simply stand there and idle away.
Pushing the door open, the deck, coated with a thick layer of ice, was immediately presented into view, along with the mist that lightly obscured the air. It was far colder on the exterior than within, with the sting of the wind biting at her skin until it felt unbearably numb. Several others were already there - Jushirou, Heihachi, the dog, and the doctor. Hitsugaya's outline could vaguely be seen, and it seemed as if was upon his hands and knees, literally half-frozen. Hovering above the ground was a dragon, who was undoubtedly Hitsugaya's spirit that was currently beginning to head towards Jushirou.
Similarly to what had happened within her quarters, she knew she had to provide assistance in one way or another. It was clear she could not approach the helmsman, while the dragon would probably take a great deal to mollify. Would her hymn work again? Did she even have enough strength left to complete it? In spite of all negative factors, it was worth a shot.
Shutting her eyes - as much as she hated to tear her gaze away from the approaching danger - to concentrate on the lyrics, she parted her lips, letting the foreign words of her song flow from her tongue. This time, she had imbued a fonic arte into the melody. If it worked successfully, it would put the dragon to rest. If that failed and it did not even manage to calm it...well, she'd ponder about it when the time came. For now, she needed her full attention on her song. Although, if anything, with the condition she was in after the Montague mission, she wasn't even certain if she'd be able to finish the entire hymn...
Ikkaku, holding up his hands in front of his face to shield away the bitter ice and horrible winds kicked up by the roaring fury of Hyorinmaru, fought his way out of the deck's main doorway from the ship, trudging slowly against the unyielding spiritual energy it exuded. He stared angrily up at it as it circled above, drawing strength from the cold of this, a very mountainous region. As he left the interior of the ship, he joined his comrades quickly, drawing out Hozukimaru from its blue-lacquered sheath; the polished steel sang sweetly as it was pulled free, and with a deft flick of his wrist, Ikkaku wielded it menacingly in a fierce and readied position.
Seeing Jushirou having to summon up a considerable amount of power was a little more encouraging; for a minute, Ikkaku was afraid to think that he was the only one having to fight a little against the reiatsu's current. "Ehh-ehh, Jushirou-kun. Isn't this your little pupil here that's going nuts?" he asked, chiding the quartermaster a little. "I thought you were gonna teach him a thing or two."
With a loud SNAP, Ikkaku shoved the end of his sword's hilt together with the open end of its scabbard. "Oi!" he suddenly yelled out, trying to shout over the sound of the icy wyrm towards some of the other crew members, the ones who may have already sensed themselves as being overpowered. "If you think you're gonna get in the way here, you're probably right! Step back and let us handle this!"
The combined surfaces of his weaponry suddenly began to glow, emitting the same ethereal sense of power and authority as Jushirou's had. Ikkaku chuckled a little as he eyed his opponent, his eyes narrowed as he sucked in a deep breath, only to use it to cry out, "GROW, Hozukimaru!"
While it lacked the same depth as Jushirou's command, the presence of his weapon, now taking the form of a long and threatening naginata, was just as worthy of attention. Ikkaku grasped the smooth wax-wood shaft in both of his hands, one in front of the other for balance and support, and pointed the sharp, bladed tip up at the dragon.
"Hang back for a second, and I'll get his attention!" he roared, only to take a sudden, blindingly-fast leap at Hyorinmaru. He reared back his weapon, then took a quick, sharp swipe at it with all of his bone-crushing strength.
Hyorinmaru changed course at the last possible minute, growling as he felt the Quincy drawing energy from him. Wings beating at the air the dragon threw back it's head let loose a earsplittling shriek of pure rage. Then it heard that song from before and turned it's attention towards Tear with a hiss. That song had calmed it before, now all it did was serve to anger it further. It would not be caged a second time.
Toshirou hugged himself as the ice continued to gather around him until the wings were completely formed spanning a good ten feet across from tip to tip. The ice that had formed down his back turned into a tail that coiled around him as he kneeled on the ground. He could feel his Zanpakuto's rage, and hate, it smothered everything making it hard to breathe.
Hyorinmaru whipped his head around and snapped at the thing that had just struck him. It had actually hurt.
Jushirou found himself more confident in current company. Even if he failed...it was possible that Hyorinmaru could be overpowered and subdued once more. But it would take a lot of effort, and there was a strong possibility one or more of them would be incapacitated. A necessary risk, Jushirou thought to himself as he readied a massive ball of lightning energy.
If they failed here, the entire ship would collapse in the weight of the cold. People would be killed...and he couldn't let Toshirou have that sort of catastrophe on his conscious.
As Hyorinmaru attempted to counter Ikkaku's attack, Jushirou let the energy fly towards the dragon, the electrical currents whipping at the frozen skin of the beast. The Dog, Isshin, and Tear on support...himself, Ikkaku, and Heihachi on the attack...their chances seemed good.
"Don't worry Toshirou...we won't let you or this ship fall..."
Between the Quincy drawing his energy and the others with Zanpakuto spirit's fighting him as well, Hyorinmaru could see that the fight wasn't going his way. Wounded the dragon roared again, whirling in the air to settle by his master. His tail coiled protectively around Toshirou as Hyorinmaru glared at everyone.
Toshirou looked up at Hyorinmaru, he knew Ichimaru's words were true. The raging, out of control dragon was merely a reflection of his soul, he just hadn't wanted to admit it. He bowed his head as Hyorinmaru tightened it's coils then with crack as loud as thunder, the dragon shattered.
Raising his Zanpakuto in his hand, Toshirou pointed the blade at Jushirou. Attacking his friend was going to break his heart even more, but it was the only way he could get the older man to stop him. Or if Jushirou couldn't strike, he was certain Ikkaku wouldn't hold back.
"Daiguren Hyorinmaru." The young man said in the sudden silence.
Was the boy truly going to attack? The fool. Did he have a death wish?
Ryuuken paused.
Perhaps the boy's thoughts were not so far from that.
He frowned, and redoubled his energy collection. The boy had a remarkable amount of energy for one so young (of course he did; if he did not, they would not be in this situation), but Ryuuken continued to draw and release the energy into the atmosphere above. He would not take enough to kill the boy, but instead weaken him as much as possible.
He would not use his bow unless it became absolutely necessary.
The Dog growled, abandoning the attempt at a magical attack and going for a more physical approach. The fur on her back bristled as she moved in to the attack, her body growing larger as she bounded forwards to confront the dragon - only to halt herself as the dragon shattered and scattered away.
Snarling, hackles raised, she looked around warily, tensed and ready to spring should the beast reappear. Even at the size she'd reached, however, formidable as it was - she was now larger and more ferocious-looking than almost any natural dog - she knew she was still no match for the dragon. If it did return, the most she could do would probably be to distract it while someone else took it out.
Her gaze focused on Hitsugaya as the boy spoke, his words ringing ominously across the deck. She didn't want to have to attack the kid, but it looked like she might have to. At least he should be easier to immobilize than his dragon, if it was going to come to that. As it looked like it might.
Heihachi stared in disbelief as Toshirou raised his sword. He wouldn't...but there was a fierce determination in Toshirou's expression that clearly said he would, and an even more disturbing lucidity that said it wasn't wild rage that drove him. Toshirou knew exactly what he was doing.
"Idiot," he hissed, drawing his own sword. Ice nearly froze it to the sheath, but a sharp yank pulled it free, though he made a note to be careful with it. In this temperature, there was a good chance the blade might shatter.
He would have felt much better with Kambei or Gorobei beside him, but in lieu of that, the crew of the Silvana would have to do. He hoped Jushirou and Madarame were skilled enough to take Toshirou down without hurting him too badly. Heihachi was going to avoid crossing swords with the boy if possible, unless he saw a good opening to strike without drawing blood.
It looked like everyone was to hesitant to attack him, well he couldn't just stand there and let Ryuuken slowly drain him of energy until he was to weak to fight before anyone made a move to stop him. Narrowing his eyes, he kept his blade leveled in Jushirou's direction as his wings fully unfurled from his sides.
With a silent command he released Hyorinmaru from his blade as he cut the air in a flat arc before flying straight at his friend, and mentor. The ice dragon shot out from the sword roaring as it slammed into the ship, ice and water covering the deck hopefully distracting everyone else as the young man moved to attack Jushirou.
Toshirou's blade was met by both of Jushirou's own, a spark flying from the force of the impact, but quickly died within the intense cold around them. Jushirou's expression was deadly serious. He knew exactly what Toshirou was doing, no matter how foolish he though it to be. But...it was perhaps the only way to show Hyorinmaru how serious he was. It was time to test Toshirou's training in a way the older man never wanted to...at the point of death would true understanding be reached.
He countered Toshirou's attack with expert grace and strength. Jushirou was one of the greatest swordsmen in all of Reial. There were little to none who could best him. He just hoped he would not have to use the full extent of that skill...
Jushirou couldn't be everywhere at once though. There was a salvage to oversee, and despite his encouragements, Toshirou wouldn't seek anyone's help on the matter, which had finally lead to this. It had started with a shipwide chill, but after checking out the heating system there was nothing amiss...until the furnaces had inexplicably started to dim, and the cold became more oppressive. Heihachi was already intimately acquainted with it, and had realised what was going on right before Toshirou's scream had sounded across the network.
Cursing and shoving his journal back in his bag, he raced up to the top deck, knowing intrinsically where to go because it was the place his instincts were shouting at him to stay the hell away from. He shoved open the door only to practically fall over as the dragon knocked against the side of the ship. The deck was covered in ice and mist, but through it he could just catch a glimpse of Toshirou keeled over on his hands and knees.
He wasn't even sure if it would be heard over the wind, but he tried to call out anyway. "Toshirou-kun!"
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Jushirou had already ran out of his quarters. His tea set had come crashing to the floor, scattering the contents in a mess that froze immediately as it struck the floor. He didn't stop to watch the phenomenon though. Already he had tossed on the deep read "Sogyo" haori and grabbed his zanpaktou from its stand. This wasn't supposed to happen. Not now!
"HEIHACHI! STAND BACK!" Jushirou called out as he reached the top deck, immediately moving into his casting stance. There was little time...he had to act now!
"Waves rise now and become my shield.... Lighting strike now and become my blade....," he said, both hands gripping the hilt of his sword firmly, as a strong wind picked up around him.
"SOGYO NO KOTOWARI!!!!"
In a brilliant flash, what was once one blade was now two. Twin piked swords connected at the pommel by the same red cord that had kept the spirits of his blade tethered together.
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Ice encased his hands and feet, even working it's way up his spine until it branched off at his shoulders forming what was begining to look like wings.
Toshirou didn't hear his friend, or his mentor over Hyorinmaru's thundering roar all he knew was that he felt a shift in the air around him, another powerful spirit was nearby. He couldn't tell if it was a friend or an enemy. After tearing a very large hole in one side of the ship, Hyorinmaru flew at Jushirou roaring in fury.
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This was a problem.
Ryuuken quickly made his way up to the deck in time to observe Ukitake bring out his weapons. He stood back a ways; there was no need to be too close.
Hm.
He knew he could potentially help here. As a Quincy, his power involved taking energy from around him and channeling it into his weapon. And Ukitake looked like he had the situation far from under control, he noted as the dragon tore a hole in the side of the ship.
Very well. It wasn't as though he was keeping these abilities a secret. His mouth formed a thin line, and his eyes narrowed as he drew energy from Hitsugaya. In his hand, a white bow appeared, but he did not use it. Instead, he discharged the energy directly into the atmosphere.
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She could hardly fail to notice, though, when she heard a sudden loud roar and the ship rocked violently to one side, flinging her towards the wall. She would have kept her feet, though, if it weren't for the patch of ice that suddenly appeared beneath them, sending her flying.
Picking herself up with a grunt partly of irritation and partly of having just had the wind knocked out of her, she looked around to see what on Reial could just have happened. Ice was starting to spread across the floor in little patches, thickest around the stairs leading up on deck.
Clearly something was very wrong. Extending her claws to get a grip on the ice, she leaped up the stairs, nudging the door at the top open and dashing out on deck. At the sight of the rampaging dragon, she gave a sharp bark, a coercive power behind it that should have stopped the creature in its tracks - were it either dead or conventionally living. She could tell at a glance that it was neither, but whether or not her efforts would have any effect, she should at least try to help before it destroyed the ship any further.
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He pulled down his goggles to protect his eyes from the cutting wind, but the cold was much more intense than before, seeping right into his bones and stealing his breath. He could see that something was happening to Toshirou, the ice consuming his body, but how could anyone even get close to him like this? He was starting to doubt that even Jushirou was strong enough. The man had seemed so frail the first time Heihachi had visited, and the mechanic was already struggling not to flinch under the heavy pressure of magical energy spilling across the deck.
When the dragon turned in their direction, however, Heihachi decided that they were probably really screwed. He had his sword, but he doubted it would do a damn thing. The only other crew members on deck were the Doctor and...a dog? He was starting to wish for a little more firepower, but while he didn't think hurting the dragon would hurt Toshirou it wouldn't be easy to keep the boy out of the crossfire.
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Pushing the door open, the deck, coated with a thick layer of ice, was immediately presented into view, along with the mist that lightly obscured the air. It was far colder on the exterior than within, with the sting of the wind biting at her skin until it felt unbearably numb. Several others were already there - Jushirou, Heihachi, the dog, and the doctor. Hitsugaya's outline could vaguely be seen, and it seemed as if was upon his hands and knees, literally half-frozen. Hovering above the ground was a dragon, who was undoubtedly Hitsugaya's spirit that was currently beginning to head towards Jushirou.
Similarly to what had happened within her quarters, she knew she had to provide assistance in one way or another. It was clear she could not approach the helmsman, while the dragon would probably take a great deal to mollify. Would her hymn work again? Did she even have enough strength left to complete it? In spite of all negative factors, it was worth a shot.
Shutting her eyes - as much as she hated to tear her gaze away from the approaching danger - to concentrate on the lyrics, she parted her lips, letting the foreign words of her song flow from her tongue. This time, she had imbued a fonic arte into the melody. If it worked successfully, it would put the dragon to rest. If that failed and it did not even manage to calm it...well, she'd ponder about it when the time came. For now, she needed her full attention on her song. Although, if anything, with the condition she was in after the Montague mission, she wasn't even certain if she'd be able to finish the entire hymn...
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Ikkaku, holding up his hands in front of his face to shield away the bitter ice and horrible winds kicked up by the roaring fury of Hyorinmaru, fought his way out of the deck's main doorway from the ship, trudging slowly against the unyielding spiritual energy it exuded. He stared angrily up at it as it circled above, drawing strength from the cold of this, a very mountainous region. As he left the interior of the ship, he joined his comrades quickly, drawing out Hozukimaru from its blue-lacquered sheath; the polished steel sang sweetly as it was pulled free, and with a deft flick of his wrist, Ikkaku wielded it menacingly in a fierce and readied position.
Seeing Jushirou having to summon up a considerable amount of power was a little more encouraging; for a minute, Ikkaku was afraid to think that he was the only one having to fight a little against the reiatsu's current. "Ehh-ehh, Jushirou-kun. Isn't this your little pupil here that's going nuts?" he asked, chiding the quartermaster a little. "I thought you were gonna teach him a thing or two."
With a loud SNAP, Ikkaku shoved the end of his sword's hilt together with the open end of its scabbard. "Oi!" he suddenly yelled out, trying to shout over the sound of the icy wyrm towards some of the other crew members, the ones who may have already sensed themselves as being overpowered. "If you think you're gonna get in the way here, you're probably right! Step back and let us handle this!"
The combined surfaces of his weaponry suddenly began to glow, emitting the same ethereal sense of power and authority as Jushirou's had. Ikkaku chuckled a little as he eyed his opponent, his eyes narrowed as he sucked in a deep breath, only to use it to cry out, "GROW, Hozukimaru!"
While it lacked the same depth as Jushirou's command, the presence of his weapon, now taking the form of a long and threatening naginata, was just as worthy of attention. Ikkaku grasped the smooth wax-wood shaft in both of his hands, one in front of the other for balance and support, and pointed the sharp, bladed tip up at the dragon.
"Hang back for a second, and I'll get his attention!" he roared, only to take a sudden, blindingly-fast leap at Hyorinmaru. He reared back his weapon, then took a quick, sharp swipe at it with all of his bone-crushing strength.
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Toshirou hugged himself as the ice continued to gather around him until the wings were completely formed spanning a good ten feet across from tip to tip. The ice that had formed down his back turned into a tail that coiled around him as he kneeled on the ground. He could feel his Zanpakuto's rage, and hate, it smothered everything making it hard to breathe.
Hyorinmaru whipped his head around and snapped at the thing that had just struck him. It had actually hurt.
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If they failed here, the entire ship would collapse in the weight of the cold. People would be killed...and he couldn't let Toshirou have that sort of catastrophe on his conscious.
As Hyorinmaru attempted to counter Ikkaku's attack, Jushirou let the energy fly towards the dragon, the electrical currents whipping at the frozen skin of the beast. The Dog, Isshin, and Tear on support...himself, Ikkaku, and Heihachi on the attack...their chances seemed good.
"Don't worry Toshirou...we won't let you or this ship fall..."
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Toshirou looked up at Hyorinmaru, he knew Ichimaru's words were true. The raging, out of control dragon was merely a reflection of his soul, he just hadn't wanted to admit it. He bowed his head as Hyorinmaru tightened it's coils then with crack as loud as thunder, the dragon shattered.
Raising his Zanpakuto in his hand, Toshirou pointed the blade at Jushirou. Attacking his friend was going to break his heart even more, but it was the only way he could get the older man to stop him. Or if Jushirou couldn't strike, he was certain Ikkaku wouldn't hold back.
"Daiguren Hyorinmaru." The young man said in the sudden silence.
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Ryuuken paused.
Perhaps the boy's thoughts were not so far from that.
He frowned, and redoubled his energy collection. The boy had a remarkable amount of energy for one so young (of course he did; if he did not, they would not be in this situation), but Ryuuken continued to draw and release the energy into the atmosphere above. He would not take enough to kill the boy, but instead weaken him as much as possible.
He would not use his bow unless it became absolutely necessary.
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Snarling, hackles raised, she looked around warily, tensed and ready to spring should the beast reappear. Even at the size she'd reached, however, formidable as it was - she was now larger and more ferocious-looking than almost any natural dog - she knew she was still no match for the dragon. If it did return, the most she could do would probably be to distract it while someone else took it out.
Her gaze focused on Hitsugaya as the boy spoke, his words ringing ominously across the deck. She didn't want to have to attack the kid, but it looked like she might have to. At least he should be easier to immobilize than his dragon, if it was going to come to that. As it looked like it might.
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"Idiot," he hissed, drawing his own sword. Ice nearly froze it to the sheath, but a sharp yank pulled it free, though he made a note to be careful with it. In this temperature, there was a good chance the blade might shatter.
He would have felt much better with Kambei or Gorobei beside him, but in lieu of that, the crew of the Silvana would have to do. He hoped Jushirou and Madarame were skilled enough to take Toshirou down without hurting him too badly. Heihachi was going to avoid crossing swords with the boy if possible, unless he saw a good opening to strike without drawing blood.
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With a silent command he released Hyorinmaru from his blade as he cut the air in a flat arc before flying straight at his friend, and mentor. The ice dragon shot out from the sword roaring as it slammed into the ship, ice and water covering the deck hopefully distracting everyone else as the young man moved to attack Jushirou.
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He countered Toshirou's attack with expert grace and strength. Jushirou was one of the greatest swordsmen in all of Reial. There were little to none who could best him. He just hoped he would not have to use the full extent of that skill...
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