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“I would,” Nana quipped slightly irate as once again she awaited her turn to speak. “And we should. I can assure you that I was around back then, I was there, but not actively involved. I’ll admit to that much, but surely you must all realize what good ploughing headstrong into darkness will do.

“Nothing.

“You trample on my status for I am but a mere vice-captain, you trample on the Soutaichou’s credibility because you are afraid. You call to us because there is no other option, but is there really not another option?

“You of all people must know how important it is to have allies, and do you honestly believe the Human World will sit by idly as our realm is once again threatened by a force you were too proud to condemn completely?

“Acting rashly will get us nowhere,” she continued, her voice carrying a certain amount of spite behind it, “but I see this virtue is lost on our esteemed judges.”

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Of course someone would start something. It’s as if the pink elephant in the room wasn’t obvious enough. Infightings, disagreements, tantrums... it’s like we never learn at all.

“Lost or not, that’s not what matters here, Vice-Captain,” Kyuketsu turned to his peer from the Third, his voice relatively calm and reassuring. “We’ve all had our faults, us and the Judges. But whatever the case, now’s not the time to point fingers and talk with vindictive sarcasm.”

He turned to the rest of the officers gathered there.

“Whatever antipathy or grievance that’s accumulated here right now, I humbly suggest that we save it for later.” Kyuketsu then turned his sights to the Judges. “At least... until the bigger threat is destroyed. We can stand here all day and argue the finer points of who of us are corrupt, of which of us are assassins or murderers. Or we could put aside these infightings and do as the Captain-Commander said and preserve the balance our adversaries so eagerly want to break. When the enemy is dried of blood and breathes no more, then we can settle these ‘accusation games’ that we all love so much.â​


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There was a moment of silence as Nana sent an array of daggers flying towards Kyuketsu in the form of a sarcastic glare before turning back to the esteemed judges.

“Very well, my apologies,” she said as she bowed slightly.

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See? I can be reasonable.
That isn't to say Wayne's turn sounded very ironic.
 
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Ilsa rolled her eyes at the sarcastic vice-captain of the Third. It was juvenile, and no doubt made her look even more childish than she already did, but she couldn’t help it. Seriously? Getting into the sarcasm game with the Central Forty-Six when their political lords and masters already distrusted them? What was she using for brains, tofu?

Argh, now she has me doing it! Ilsa shook her head, once again aware of the emptiness in her mind. Even though she knew he was gone, part of her expected to hear Hinometori’s commentary on her thoughts. They had been together for so long, it still felt unnatural not to hear his voice. Especially in situations like this. The zanpakutou spirit would no doubt have had a great deal to say about the outspoken shinigami and the Central Forty-Six, most of it uncomplimentary.

In a room full of people, she was alone.


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More bickering, more trivial games. And all the while, the enemy was surely cultivating its strength. The commander’s eyes nearly sent a shiver down the numb man’s spine. He was strong, perhaps the strongest there ever was. But strength alone was never enough.

Bemused, the assassin sighed and swore under his breath. “Has it ever occurred to any of you that the reason that the reason they treat you like crap is because you all tend to act like petulant children anytime there’s more than two of you in the same room at once?”

Feeling the bones regrowing where once had been forearms, the hooded, emaciated figure stepped into the tenuous light, limbs lost in the billowing folds of cloth tasked with masking the weakness of his physical form.

“So the Central Forty-Six didn’t contact us as fast as we would have liked. Who cares? All that matters is that they’ve called on us now to carry out our sworn duties as the protectors of souls both living and dead.” The dead-eyed warrior’s sole visible eye gleamed out at the rest of the room from beneath the silken brim of his hood, his voice steady even in the presence of imposing figures whom he was sure were capable of crushing him with a single flick of their wrist. “They’re reeling. We’re all reeling. Look, we’re not exactly at our strongest right now and airing our dirty laundry is not going to help matters. United we stand, divided we fall. It’s corny but it fits. Now more than ever.”

Running out of steam (he had never really been one for words), the acting vice-captain turned towards the grey-haired Soutaichou and gave a curt bow. “The assassins and trackers of the Twelfth Division await your orders.”

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It was Forty Five's turn to speak, and as she did, the chamber of judges at least, fell into immediate silence. Any murmurs at the round of show and tell provided by their guests vanished into the emptiness of silence. All at a mere clearing of a feminine throat.

"Soutaichou, ranking members of the Gotei Thirteen. I shall attempt to crystalize the extreme measures that We have had to use in recent times. This should help you understand exactly what we are all facing, should our enemies be allowed any more time to enact their plans." Silence for a brief moment came after, the person behind the veil of Forty Five perhaps surveying all those standing before her for their attention.

"We are of a direct blood, a tie to the Spirit King who allows all things to continue as they do. We are charged with the sacred duty of preservation and maintenance. We have not moved to directly act in thousands of years. And I shall tell you why.

"Why, is because one of your number, the first and as of yet still foremost shinigami founded the Gotei Thirteen in order to act as our hands. Not our eyes or feet, but the strength of our arms with which we leveled weapons upon our enemies: those who attempted to defy the ordained nature of life and death. Threats, such as the tremendous hollows White Corona, or this new Vastro Lorde who has emerged are not significant enough for Us to act. Rebellions such as what the LaSalle created, or the death of even that foremost Soutaichou do not cause Us to step forth." The words were finished with a sigh.

"But now our hands threaten to turn on Us. To point weapons, at Us. The sacred pact that was forged with your progenitor is on the verge of being broken. Mabara and Ascania openly rebel against Our rule. Those who were Our faithful servants, who had sacrificed much to serve Us, all we could ask of any of you. Our appointed master of that hand stands on the edge of a void. This congregation stands on the verge of oblivion." It seemed as if Forty Five would continue fluidly, but then several voices interjected themselves in gasps and appalled, but quiet, dissonance. She waited until all returned to calm.

"We do not ask. Our will is given to the hand clearly now. Show Us that our pact remains. That few, haggard, forever stained souls will stand victorious when the need is great. That personal foibles and the intangible goals and thoughts of the few will not jeopardize the tangible lives and happiness of all." Then, she became quiet.

What she waited for was clear.

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The grey-haired shinigami took in the words, more than a little surprised. Although he vividly remembered the royal 'We' from the first time he heard her speak, Sayis had not expected to hear the woman speak that much. Nor did he expect to hear her speak so powerfully and with such sincerity. The idea that there was a pact between the Central Forty-Six and Masaru was something he had never considered... but nor had anything ever suggested it before.

The more he thought about it, the deeper the frown creased on his face.

A pact... wherein the Central Forty-Six were entrusted with the preservation and maintenance of Soul Society, while the Gotei Thirteen were entrusted with defending Soul Society against those the Central Forty-Six deemed a threat to those purposes...

All he had ever seen from the assembly was hauteur, a stubborn refusal to compromise on any point. They placed chains on the very organization Forty-Five now claimed were sworn to be their 'hands' to wield against enemies. Was that somehow part of this mystical pact? Did Masaru swear to be a dog to the Forty-Six's whims?

Sayis stared at the numeral for Forty-Five on the paper screen, understanding that everyone was waiting for him to speak, waiting to hear what he would say. Accepting that pact would lead to a greater deal of peace, would help to smooth the tensions between the two factions. Already things were building toward a war -- if they continued on this path they were on, that was the only possible outcome. The mantle of his station was always heavy, but it had never before threatened to crush him as it did now. Sayis lowered his head, weighing his response. If it was good enough for Masaru, and for Faust, who was he to throw it aside?

If it had ever existed.

"That pact," Sayis finally replied, "has long been dead." Surprised gasps filled the chamber, along with more than one haughty snort, as if they expected just such from the upstart Soutaichou. Sayis lifted his head again, looking directly at the paper screen in front of Forty-Five, seeking to meet her eyes past that flimsy barrier. "The trust that engendered it faded long ago, with the death of Masaru. I am not he. Nor will I ever be and nor should I ever aspire to.

"I don't know what your pact entailed or what promises were made. I don't know Masaru and I do not know the members of the Forty-Six of ages so long past," he added pointedly. "I do know one thing: this pact could never have functioned as things are today."

Even if war was brewing... there were reasons why it was.

"We will establish a new pact."

Sayis paused here, reflecting carefully on his words and very seriously considering what he might be agreeing to. "Not Masaru's pact, not the promises of millennia gone past, but a living, breathing pact between the Central Forty-Six and the Gotei Thirteen." He paused, looking at his fellow shinigami before adding, "One that is established with trust that goes both ways."

There was more he wanted to say, to demand even, but Sayis stopped there. "After the threat of Augustus and Maria LaSalle is neutralized. Where are they?"

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The Captain of the Tenth chuckled quietly to herself, both inspired and slightly amused by her mentor's stalwart and bold decision. She had clandestinely listened to his rationale – a line of thinking that had temporarily seized her in the Soutaichou's ability to stay so grounded in a commanding blend of logic and his own personal beliefs.

In the short conversation he shared with Forty-Five, all of Lilith's questions had been answered. The Central Forty-Six were not merely brandishing egotistical scepters for the sake of evil and eliminating the Gotei, but they held an aspiration to preserve – a goal Lilith could understand and empathize with. Yet Sayis recognized the need for a new beginning, and she wholeheartedly believed that he was right.

The Mystic Captain simply motioned forward slightly and drew closer to the gray-haired commander. Though she said no words, the small gesture showed that she stood completely behind the Soutaichou and his intentions.

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"Very well, when you finish your mission, and know that We seek only for the situation to be resolved, not the deaths of others needlessly, all who are present now may return to contribute to this bond We shall form with you." Forty Five then grew quiet, to speak no more.

It was a lower ranking number who spoke next, somewhat cautiously in tone. "This chamber thought the LaSalle would take to flight and head to earth, and so we dispatched numerous means of locating them. It was not true. The truth is, they remain here, somewhere in Seireitei. The Omnitsu Kidou will be lending their services to you, Captain Commander. Find and dispose of the enemies we now mutually face. And in no way underestimate them, this entire gathering of the Gotei might be enough to win. But it may also fail."

Another, middle-tier representative spoke up. "Now you know our concern. Good luck, Soutaichou."

Something said by Forty Five seemed to have for the moment, at least, utterly cowed the assembly.

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“I’d like to make a recommendations.” Haresuno spoke up among the captains, his eyes were only fixed on Sayis, but they drew the attention of everyone there. “The Fifth is made up of, pridominately, former members of the Second and the Twelfth. During this game of hide-and-seek I think that two divisions as well as my own would make for good augmentations to one another.” Cyan eyes rolled across the sea of white haori and vice-captain emblems, coming to a halt on the Twelfth’s vice-captain. “If you have no disagreements, that is. My rangers, jumpers, and engineers would be valuable contributions to your assassins and trackers.”

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“Whatever gets the job done faster,” the hooded assassin replied flatly. He did not know much about the man who had addressed him, this man called Uchihara Haresuno. What he did know was this: the captain of the Fifth Division was obviously much stronger than he was and he was in no position to reject a superior’s suggestion. He had no choice but to agree. Besides, if things got too bad, he could simply throw the captain to her.

“On that note” -The gaunt man turned towards the assembled judges. “-I’m requesting that your lordships temporarily grant custody of Ookami Igasho, former sixteenth seat of my division and current inmate of the Seventh Division, to the Twelfth Division, effective until the targets are ”

A gamble, a gambit. But if this hunt were to be a successful one, he was going to need all the good men he could muster and Igasho was better than good, he was the best.
 
"Granted."

It was the first time since his earlier monologue, and just as he expected, it brought with it a strong tide of disapproval from the gathered aristocrats. A chorus of You don's have the authority, You can't make that decision, how dare you, and a myriad of other insults flew his way. He let them all simply roll off of him. He was oddly calm, considering he normally felt like punching every member of the assembly in the face. When the din finally quieted, Ishin simply looked at them all, his smirk never leaving his face.

"Actually, I DO have that power and authority. As a member of the Seventh, Igasho currently falls under my purvey. That is what the Seventh was created for to begin with. When we have a request thrust upon us by another division we have no choice but to agree. And, just so you know, this situation does have precedent and a ruling. The emergency reinstatement clause. It states that in times of emergency, which i believe you will all agree this qualifies as such, a Seventh division member that was formerly seated may return to the division they were once a part of, so long as the request for transfer comes from the current or acting Captain."

Ishin paused, letting the rule sink in on them. Then he continued, his smirk blossoming into a mischievous smile.

"By the way, you imposed that rule. Im simply following the rules set forth by this chamber."
 
Haresuno’s hands clapped together in a sudden peal that it echoed out across the octogonal chamber, and any more arguing from the Forty Six subsided. Smiling pleasantly, Haresuno was perhaps a little too cheery for the situation at hand. “That is wonderful,” he said. “It looks as if all of us are getting what we wanted. Perhaps if we keep stacking the deck we’ll even get our four aces.”

Turning his eyes on the other members of the Gotei, he prompted, “If any of you have an idea as to something you may need from another division, it might be in your best interests to do it now. Once things get started who knows how difficult it will be to move our men to different places. I know my earth-movers can be quite the venturing architects when they’re bored - even on mission.” Blinking as if another thought had struck him, Haresuno turned to Tetsuo, adding as an afterthought, “You may want to forewarn your men that the Fifth can be.... Well difficult to work with if you’re not entirely considerate.

“But aside from that you should have no problems.” Smile growing slightly larger, Haresuno gave one final sympathetic shrug for the Twelfth.

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The Soutaichou had to fight the urge to slap his own forehead seeing Ishin immediately returning to antagonizing the nobles. The prison captain did have more reason than anyone else to bear a grudge, but with their truce uneasy as it was, it was not the time to be pushing.

"I request permission to enter and investigate the LaSalle estate," Sayis declared. Without the blessing of the Central Forty-Six, entering any noble estate uninvited would be considered a crime, even if there was very good cause to suspect foul play.

There was uncertain mumbling, but Thirteen was the first to speak up. "Don't you think it unlikely for them to go someplace so obvious, Soutaichou?"

"No, but even if not--"

"Prepare..!" Isshisouden suddenly spoke out. Sayis had nearly forgotten the man was there.

Before they could question him, before he could act, the doors to the chambers smashed open with a resounding crack. A wave of white-hooded figures poured in through the shattered doorway, rushing the unarmed captains and defenseless assembly with steel flashing.

Sayis recognized those uniforms all too well: Sine Qua Non.

In the time it took to blink, Karino Yadori no Kamayari was in Sayis' hand.

In the time it took to blink, the rings on Isshisouden's staff chimed, masking the sound of his voice. The Sousui's eyes were alight with determination as he cast one arm out, syllables flowing like a river from his lips. Rings of light appeared around six of the invaders and seconds later, a black hole appeared in the center of the doorway. The roar of gravity twisting and bending under the demon spell drowned out the wrathful shouts of the attackers.

Still more came running across the inner bridge, fighting against the drag of Event Horizon, while the ones ensnared by Gravity Ring could hardly move at all. All around them, the Central Forty-Six was shouting, outrage mingling with terror. They were prudent, though, making a swift evacuation out the rear entrance, toward the Pure Pagoda Forest below.

A grim smile appeared on Sayis' face: the foolish zealots had no idea what they were throwing themselves into, rushing headlong into the dragon's jaws. "Ilsa!" he called out, sending the silver spear into his vice-captain's hands. The tattoo spiraling up his arm gleamed with teal light as he whispered one word. The double-edged form of his broadsword appeared in Sayis hand before threw the translucent Pseudo Blade to Tsubaki's Acting Captain. "Kyuketsu!"

The grey-haired Soutaichou smiled confidently as he stepped forward bare-handed toward the struggling Sine Qua Non. Sharing one swift look with Isshisouden, Sayis threw out his left arm, still awash with teal reiatsu, and shouted, "Daishou!" just as the Sousui released the gravity bakudou.

The black arrow appeared in front of the bottle-necked invaders, crushing them backward, blasting them out of the room and back down the bridge.

"Let's go!"

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The Assembly Hall (where we are) is suspended over a deep chasm. There's a chain bridge stretching over that chasm toward the front entrance where we left our weapons. We need to push the Sine Qua Non back across that bridge to get outside, and then somehow get across the bridge out there, as well.
 
The chaos unfolded all at once. One second, the tense gathering within the chambers was on the verge of exploding. The next, the doors had burst open, knocked down by the force of hundreds of white-hooded invaders. Though he had never encountered them before, the assassin had no doubts who these men were. Sine Qua Non. The hunters had become the hunted before the hunt had even began.

The chamber erupted into a cacophony of action that seemed to last an eternity to the speedster.

regeneration at 90%

“Finally,” the thin warrior said, edges of his pale lips curling with the beginnings of a smile. Hands, arms, emerged from the billowing folds of his robes where had seconds before been empty sleeves. “I was beginning to think the old geezer was right after all.”

Instincts forged over years of the chaos of professional murder took over and the man reached for where the hilt of his weapon should have been, only realizing then that he and the rest of the Gotei’s leaders were separated from their weapons by both a bottomless abyss and a horde of bloodthirsty anarchists. There was only one path to them, a path that also happened to be jammed by the aforementioned attackers.

Well then, he thought. This makes things interesting.

If it was weapons that his comrades needed, it was weapons they would receive.

The Soutauchou’s spell echoed through the entire chamber. Daishou. The vice-captain knew this was his chance. His risky, risky chance. One that would probably turn him into a bloody crater on the wall should he fail.

Mind racing to match the spectacular agility of his body, the assassin known to many, but not all, as Kono Tsuneo charged towards the newly formed arrow on the floor, hoping that he would be fast enough to catch just enough of the powerful spell’s effects to boost his momentum as he made a mad charge through the temporarily stymied crowd of white hoods keeping him from some of the deadliest weapons of the spiritual realm.

Run.

A bead of sweat rolled across the pale speedster’s brow as he shot forwards, a blur barely discernible to even the best trained eyes in the room.

Run.

He could hear his own heartbeat in his ear.

Run.

He was almost there

Run.

A violent jolt of kinetic energy ran through the man’s entire body. He had done it, he had-

This is going to hurt.

And then, moving so fast and so violently that he could do nothing more but move his feet as they left the ground, Kono Tsuneo had become a human cannonball.

This is going to hurt. Badly.

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“Oh my,” the Fifth’s captain murmured as his cyan eyes grew a little big. “Some one please do catch the Vice-captain, I don’t want him to fall.” Waving his hand through the empty air, Haresuno partitioned his mind. Separating reality from reality. He bent the world to his whim, took hold of it with his god hand and inserted his own reality.

As the assassin vice-captain hurled himself as a solid mass by aide of spell, hitting the oncoming group like a bowling ball, a very grim outlook took the members of the Sine Qua Non.

The very bridge they had stood on, run across to charge their enemies, was suddenly gone. Simply as if it had never existed. They fell in twenties, recklessly flying off the edge of the bridge like some grim cartoon.

And then the bridge was back, as if it had never been gone. Clear of enemies save for halfway where the group dared not charge any further.

Haresuno laughed, “Oops, it looks like I got a little carried away!”

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Kyuketsu was still unsure whether he felt surprised or not at the sudden invasion. On one side, they should have all seen something like this coming a mile away. Then again, a direct assault on all the Captains was ludicrously foolish, if not merely bearing an ulterior motive hidden beneath the obvious.

Why such a brash move? Unless the twins themselves are leading the assault, even novices would think something like this is stupid. Whatever the case...

Turning to the Captain Commander’s voice, Kyuketsu quickly took note of the forged blade headed straight for him. As powerful a spell it may have been, it was of no use to the Acting Captain in his current state. He already figured out some time back that even kidou-based weaponry was subject to his curse. Instead of wielding the blade, Kyuketsu snatched it by the handle and spun. Before the collar’s effect could take hold of him, he flung the Pseudo Blade directly at a number of incoming invaders. The force behind the catapulted sword was substantial, piercing through not one, but three of the hooded men. The Templar made his way to the Captain of the Fifth by the bridge and watched as hordes of insurgents fell to the depths below. The pathway had now rematerialized, but bore ill consequence. As Haresuno’s offensive took place, the lieutenant of the Assassins had charged straight to where the enemy was pouring from. It was an impulsive move, yet ballsy nonetheless.

As the officer now plummeted with the rest of the attackers, Kyuketsu quickly drew out a triangle in the air as he chanted out, “Bakudou Thirty, Shitotsu Sansen.”

In an instant, the triad of fangs rushed out of the Templar and raced steadily for the Assassin. They spun vividly, and as they reached the target, each golden beak pinned the lieutenant against the wall on the other side of the bridge. Two had embedded through the man’s cloth, though the final pierced his left thigh.

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The assassin’s blind suicidal blitz into the heart of the attacking forces was more effective than he ever could have hoped. Out of control, moving at speeds that would certainly have been unbearable for a normal being, he had hurtled straight into the head of the charging Sine Qua Non horde, hitting with a loud undeniable crack. A veritable spear of kinetic force, the man passed straight through the first two men in his path, both disappearing in an explosion of bloody mist and bone fragments, and collided with the next wave of adversaries with enough velocity to send them all hurtling back towards the mouth of the increasingly cramped bridge.

And then the floor had literally dropped from beneath his blistered feet, the bridge vanishing at the Fifth Division Captain’s whim. Momentum carrying him towards the open door at the opposite side of the chasm, for a brief fleeting moment, Tsuneo fell sideways, defying the laws of physics in no small part due to the strength of the Soutaichou’s spell.

There was a sharp sudden pain in his hip and the vice-captain found himself pinned mercifully against the wall but a dozen feet southwest of the doorway, feet dangling out over the vast, unending pit below.

You won’t ever really heal from this. It was part of the deal, part of the gambit. This is going to hurt forever.

He heard voices. More and more of the brash attackers were arriving to take the places of their fallen compatriots, coming forward to retake the empty, reformed bridge. But they weren’t there yet. The bridge was free. Free for the taking. Free to be had if only the assassin’s allies had the time to move forward.

Tsuneo knew he could give them that much. Focusing energy into an aching arm that had not existed but one minute earlier, the gaunt warrior pointed a red, bleeding palm in the general direction of the mouth of the passage and shouted, “Raigen!”

You’re never going to heal. They said that was the price to pay. The wounds will stay open until the end of infinity.

A static surge of energy ripped through the man’s body and out into the frenetic air of the distressed chamber, a shockwave of crackling electric destruction that for a brief moment acted as a rudimentary impediment to the procession of the Sine Qua Non usurpers.

“Now!” he shouted, voice hoarse as his lungs ached for air. “Take the bridge!”


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In a burst of fire Nana suddenly found herself in the middle of an almost perfectly shaped circle of Sine Qua Non operatives, all rather hell bent on subduing the young vice-captain of the Third through the medium of numbers over skill.

Closing her eyes for a split second a devilish smile formed across her face as all around her the air began to heat up. First it was a gentle warmth, caressing the skin of many an adversary, then came the spiraling around her, turning the air around her into a scorching, blazing tornado.

“Hadou Sixty-one,” she called softly as all around her the already blazing tornado of her reiatsu mixed itself with the petals she had summoned forth.

Finally the image of a wingless wyvern, roughly twice the size of a properly sized predatory animal took shape as Nana molded her reiatsu to its offensive state.

The wyvern danced along the tornado as the woman’s reiatsu expanded outward further and further until finally she began to take control of her reiatsu with her hands and began steering it towards any who stood in her way. “Homurahana,” she spoke in a stoic manner and in a flash of burning fire the petals, along with her wyvern-like reiatsu exploded outward.

Not wasting any moment she burst into flames and charged for the bridge just outside.

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Ishin smiled incredulously.

"Couldn't just wait for us to come to you, eh? Alright then, let's have some fun, shall we?"

Ishin burst into a flash step, ending up behind several of the white hooded figures. With a flick of his wrist, he shouted.

"Hadou number 4, byakurai!"

One of the men went down with a perfectly circular hole where his forehead had been moments earlier. The others s\tarted to turn, but Ishin was on top of them in an instant. The first two he grabbed, his enormous hands enveloping their faces. He used them to shield himself from a few sword swings, then crushed their skulls and threw them at their compatriots. He rolled a few feet to avoid another set of swords, then flipped over the next man. As he landed, he wrapped his arms around the man's neck like he had the guard a few minutes earlier. This time, however, instead of releasing the man, he jerked his neck to the side, snapping it like a twig. Picking the man up, he hurled him off the edge of the chamber. He heard a sound behind, him, and turned while raising his arms. Literally in the nick of time, his chains deflected a sword strike, but they were sliced in two. Instead of becoming more cautious, Ishin couldn't help but laugh.

"You know, it seems like every time I am around the C46 lately i get into a fight. Not that I am complaining, mind you."

As if alive, the chains now hanging from his wrists started to lengthen, chains building upon themselves. Ishin, never one to pass up a weapon, used them as flails. He was a spinning, whipping, striking vision of death for those SQN members foolish enough to get in his way. His arms would lash out, propelling the chains at vicious speeds with incredible accuracy. They would wrap around the necks or appendages of his foes. Body parts were ripped out of their sockets, and several heads were disconnected from their necks. Inside the carnage, Ishin fought as if a man possessed.
 
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