The black dragon slammed into a wall of yellowish light then dissipated. Tsukai grinned and shook his head.
"Foolish. Don't you know anything about your captain? He is the former vice captain of the 8th division, and when he was there they were the defense specialists. HE taught us a thing or two in that regard."
The three men all shook their heads. Each drawing their own sword, they held them out. There was a sudden surge in reiatsu as each man initiated their release.
"Feast forever, Valhalla." Skeld's blonde hair flew around in the torrent created by his reiatsu. When everything slowed, his sword had changed into a two handed sword like the viking's of old once used, a dragon head on the pommel.
"Enshrine power, Shinto." Tsukai held out his sword forward, and it started to shift/ The clade became thicker, and teh handle elongated until he held a wicked looking naginata.
"Reach the heights, Olympus." Thanas simply stood there as his sword morphed into a spear, a shield forming on his left arm. On teh shield was the symbol for Sparta, what had once been Thanas's home.
As the pressure subsided, all three men stood there with an expression of calm readiness. Skeld was the first to talk.
"You have seen what happened when he stepped out. You can either challenge us and merely be punished, or try to escape and suffer the same fate. Or you can go back to your cells. Your choice."
It had begun. The three men had released their zanpakutos in response to the hadou shot by one of the prisoners. Soon enough all hell would break loose, and Sora would be caught in the middle of it. This was certainly far off how he had expected it to be. He couldn't win this on sheer strength, he had to be clever. Things were in motion, and he had to accommodate to the phase of the events. His leader had already made his choice, to get their weapons while the rest of Castigo Divino distracted their opponents.
"Very well now, Filibuster," Sora said. "It seems like you have some sort of plan besides sending your men as cannon meat. So, lead the way and I shall follow. Just try not to get too many of us killed."
And so Sora prepared to set his own scheme in motion, cursing whatever forces kept that woman away from him on these last days. They were on their own in this matter, and if he wans't careful enough, things would get quite bad for him and his friends, no matter how this battle ended. That's what happens when you try to work with a yellow passport.
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In case you didn't get the last part
A yellow passport is what French prisoner's get after they get out of prison. That way everybody knows he's been in jail and, as a consequence, people find it really hard to trust you.
Upon the grand clash of power, the green-haired shinigami thought, A prisoner using hadou number seventy!? How can such powerful spells be allowed for prisoners?!
Udo was lucky Skeld cast Dankuu, otherwise he would've been taken out there and then. The bladesman knew at that point he'd be playing a supporting role, so he took a step back to give his comrades some room. Used carefully, his zanpakutou wouldn't be useless. With his sword partially drawn, the amethyst-eyed reaper needed only to utter three words:
"Shift, Space Ratchet."
With a sliding sound and a clink, the transformation was complete. Anyone not paying close attention could have been forgiven for not noticing. Udo slowly drew his zanpakutou, keeping his gaze fixed on the prisoners, waiting for something he could deal with.
Arms outstretched, Ryubo stood between the crowd of prisoners and the command group for a long moment, listening behind him intently. Nothing, huh? The black-haired man sighed inwardly. I had thought it would have had some effect. Oh well, moving on.
Smiling, the prisoner moved a little closer to the man in charge of this operation, trying to listen in to the conversation. Either stealth wasn't his forte, or he wasn't trying to be sneaky, seeing as he stood in plain view while he inched closer.
The Dragon had darted forwards, bringing his fiery death, but the defensive spell was not you average barrier. The Rejection Void was an interesting choice, but also an expensive one in terms of Reiatsu. For as much as they had been pushing the whole bullying gang’s facade, Rosco thought they should have played their cards better. He had been trying to see whether they were serious or not and had found a substantial resistance, but the convict hadn’t expected they would give such message. When all was said and done, his main objective was to stall for time, not to attack in a rapid downward spiral of failure.
Grinning towards the various guardians assembled together and bowing to them with an elaborate curtsy, the prisoner knelt down in a prostrated position, yet maintaining his legs bended in a way that would allow him to jump away easily. Then, connecting his hands together in what seemed a signal of forgiveness, in order to lock his fingers together, he uttered, "Break of Dusk!”
The spreading of his fingers was never witnessed as a pitch-black dome of darkness covered the entire area. Without bothering with the panic that had exploded around him, Rosco prepared the second part of his plan, mumbling the incantation just as much aloud as strictly needed.
"Blind them from what they think they see,” he whispered, "hide me from they think they know. Make them ignorant of my presence.”
Filibuster’s eyes narrowed as he stared at the three still loyal prisoners and the Eight Division fool. Of course he had expected resistance, even maybe before they could break out, but the fact that it was from within that bothered him. He had assumed when Ishin-taichou had left the compound he had taken most of his loyal pups with him, but the three that stood before him disproved that theory entirely.
Watching the reactions of his loyal prisoners, and standing through the pressure of the four loyalists releasing, he realized some plans just might need to change slightly.
“The rest of you,” he muttered angrily to the group behind him, “go to the guard station without me. We need to get out group some means to fight back, and someone needs to keep these goons at bay.”
“But that’s not the plan…” a few of his coconspirators responded behind him.
“Plans change,” Filibuster cut their rebuttal short “We didn’t foresee four shinigami with releases before we liberated the rest of the groups zanpakutou’s. Someone needs to hold them off. Now get going, fast….”
As he heard the chorus of footsteps behind him, Filibuster stepped forward himself.
“Are you really that content to throw away your lives?” Filibuster shouted at the loyalists. “Massively outnumbered, and more armed reinforcements on the way, you can’t hope to win. And not to mention, not everyone in this group is unarmed.”
Filibuster flourished his released blade and pointed it to the group of them. The polished white blade shimmered for a moment as he let the anticipation hang in the air.
“Boom.”
As the words left his lips, a ball of transparent energy formed at the tip of the blade. With a flick of his blade he launched the attack at the group, and with a grin he reformed his stance, waiting for their inevitably frustrating response.
[312/1052]
Ok people, sorry for the massive wait. As I said in the 11th thread my fing comp died, and I can't get it fixed atm, so I'm doing my best.
As for the turn, people who are near Filibuster get the guard station, the prisoner's need zan's really badly, so go fast. Everyone else, get ready to bum rush Ish and Pho
Ish, think of the attack I launched as a better big bang that's hard to see.
As dusk fell upon the battle, the eighther used his standard response, the blue gaze of Mage Eye. If it weren't for this reflex, he would not have seen Filibuster's attack. As reiatsu coalesced at the tip of the rebel's pointed blade, the mage was pretty sure something was about to be shot straight at him or one of his comrades. In an instant, Udo thought of a sphere in front of the aggressor and spun it one-eighty degrees, hoping to catch the attack on its way out and send it back where it came.
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That last thing is my shikai ability, which you can find in a link down there vvv
"Quite the conundrum this little fiasco has escalated to, hasn’t it?” Valter called out to the three loyalists as he smiled.
The red-haired inmate was certain that he had to engage in combat sooner or later. The three guardians were undeniably strong, though he wasn’t quite sure of the one from the Eighth. Either way, he was ready to spill blood with or without his zanpakutou; that was what kidou was for, after all. Needless to say, Valter was also quick on his feet. He had ample speed to sprint towards the guardhouse Filibuster spoke of and retrieve the rest of the convicts’ swords... and his own. Oh how he cursed the bastards who dared to separate him from his beloved tool of trade. If some of the men were to go, now was the best time than any to depart. One of the rebels incited a black fog that clouded the entirety of that area, blinding nearly everyone.
After witnessing the leader of the insurrection release his attack, Valter’s grin grew wider as he leaned closer and placed his lips by the man’s ear. "Nobody likes a showboat, Filly. I suggest y’all just keep them at bay for the time being. Me and the boys are gonna get back our... ‘toys.’ Don’t keep us waiting now,” he said in an almost mockingly vague tone.
Gesturing to a few prisoners around him, Valter signaled for them to start running for the guard house.
Moegi was elated once the real action had begun. It was only a matter of time before those four imbeciles were done away with, and the Central Forty-Six were destroyed like the filthy old prudes that they were. As her red-haired fellow rallied up a group to overtake the guard house, Moegi grinned madly at the prospect of fighting. She had been locked up for far too long; her bones were starting to ache after such a long time of inaction. This little brawl was turning into quite the show. Even without her sword, she was more than capable of handling herself; after all, a tramp like her from the lowest and most dangerous recesses of the Wandering Soul City was more than skilled in brutal unarmed combat. It was her preferred style; up close, personal, and the most dangerous. Still, she would like to have her sword back...
"Come!" she shouted, before rushing off towards the guard house, and their confiscated weapons.
Damn it, I can't post anything relevant until I talk to switch. You know, since she's handling most NPCs going there with us and everything.
Sora ran alongside his ally, trying to stay in front of the group, while a dozen reapers from the mob followed him, still keeping a semicircle right behind the revolutionaries. The young soul reaper saw a glimpse of mistrust in the face of one of them, but he knew that even if they didn't trust him, they'd trust Matachi. He took another right turn, towards where their blades were usually kept. It was just a few more seconds before the moment of truth. He wondered what would have happened if Filibuster had gone with them, but immediately saw how that would have been quite bad for his plans, considering he didn’t know exactly how strong the leader of Castigo Divino was.
A dirty red bandana tied with a special knot around one of the columns let him know that everything was set. He could feel how the battle they left behind grew in intensity, which would help simulate the events soon to come. After all, their spiritual pressure was nothing compared to what was boiling behind them. Just a few more minutes and, if they didn’t made any important mistakes, the battle would soon be won.
The sphere broke through the barrier the Eighth diviion member threw out, and rocketed straight for the three men entrusted with the prison by Ishin. They stood their ground, ready for the attack.
The ball of energy rocketed towards the group of combatants, their expressions calm and passive in the face of the attack. Just as it was about to strike them, a gust of wind and a blur of motion erupted from Tsukai. The ball of energy flashed and then faded, leaving them unscathed and smiling. A second later, a Jizo appeared on the ground beside Tsukai, his naginata pulsing a few times before it subsided.
"Nice try, friend. We do appreciate your help. Perhaps you can do us a favor and call in more of your division? They are undoubtedly headed for the control room."
Skeld spoke as though the sort of thing happened everyday, but his voice got low as he spoke to the man in private so that only the others around him could hear.
"We can't hold them all by ourselves, so we will draw as many from the gates as possible."
For anyone asking this, I decided to drop the previous spell...
Hidden by the dome of darkness, Rosco considered his next moves. It was clear that his role in their escape plan was to stall the guardians until their zanpakoutou could be retrieved. On the other hand, he felt a twinge of disappointment for missing the fun at the guard post where the weapons were kept under lock. His inner soul resonated with the expectations for the future fights, but his practical mind knew that he could not fight barehanded for long. It was just a question of timing: if the reinforce on the side of the defenders arrived before the prisoners could get the swords back, then the jailbreak would be doomed. On the other hand, as soon as they were back in possess of their soul cutter... well, it sufficed to say that his spirit was craving that moment, with the memory of smell of blood already in his nostrils.
In the effort to stop a messenger to leave their company - the member of the guardians with the smaller aura was probably the most likely – Rosco prepared a new enchantment, trying to whisper below the sounds of the revolt.
"Carriage of thunder. Gap of the spinning wheel. Divide this light into six pieces,” the convinct murmured, "Bakudou Number Sixty-One, Rikujoukourou!”
