Act 2: We shall save you...

As she moved the leader of the Shield seemed to have an aura of wind encircling her, similar to a suit of armour, yet this armour was deadly, sure enough to skin the bare skin of any who tried to touch her. Her left hand moved slightly, a swift movement of the wrist revealed to her comrades their battle plan. They were to split up, each one could fight with the combine strengths of countless souls, their only weaknesses strapped around their necks. Whitney was heading to the North, to where those of the Vizards lay in waiting, she would challenge them, and with it, gain a certain surprise when she would find her lost journal. Of course she did not mind if one or two of her comrades tagged along, as long as they did not get in her way, there would be no problems. A leader if there ever was one, all traces of the enigmatic girl from the other night was gone, she was now cold, and heartless… there was to be no mercy for these evil beings, only salvation in every strike the knights made. Whitney had a feeling that others would come to the add of the Vizards… It was foolish to overlook the fact that only a handful of them were present to fight… It mattered not, numbers counted for nothing when going up against the knights, although… this first day of battle and carnage would supply Whitney with a grand report on each races movements and from this, she would devise a plan to smite them all. Breaking into a run the woman left those of her group behind who wished to go their own way, it was time to let her Rapier be the savior of not just another country… but finally the world.

Kyte's Training came to an end as he felt an unfamiliar presence heading in his direction "could th shield have made their move?" he thought to himself, all he could do was wait for them to come and hope that others would come to his aid

Whitney had little intention of desecrating the Vizards ranks all in one go, it would never be so easy. It was true that she had a supply of endless power, and she would use it to it’s full extent, but only when needed. She did doubt that she would need to use such a large amount with these Vizards… they did not come close to even an eighth of her power. Soon she arrived at the scene, glancing at the collection of Vizards which laid in waiting… four… A girl, bright green eyes, long black hair… and three men. Stopping on the other side of the road she moved her rapier slowly, she had would fight the men first, and handle the woman later. “….” Her words need not be spoken, because if they did not know English they would never understand. The air about her still continued to swirl, a deadly armour of the sharpest air surrounded her body, in protection. A moment passed as she looked at them, they should know why she was here… no need for introductions. “You will all meet your salvation by my blade.” She whispered, her rapier moving swiftly in horizontal slash, a mighty blade of wind slashing towards them. It reached at least 20 metres in length, just a fraction of her power displayed. The air tore through the buildings which was in its way, slicing through the hard steel beams and floors… even humans were destroyed… all in the sake of ending this evil. The air came at them, sure to bring about a bloody end if they were to catch it.

Rallen stood with the other vizards as this mysterious, yet dangerous woman approached. As much as he didn't want to be here, he knew this was also his fight. The woman made the first strike, it seemed her sword could control the wind, or send some kind of energy wave thorugh the air. Whatever it was he didn't like it. He quickly jumped to dodge it, just barely missing him by a hair. He landed on his feet, and unsheathed his Zampaktou

Two types of winds passed through. One which was the attack from the Shield leader and the other was natures gentle breeze. Norichi stood still his dark blue spiked down hair concealing his face. His sapphire eyes peaking through as the attack was aimed directly for him. Norichi stared emotionless at the Shield leader and just walked towards the wind wave. One step after the other until the wind attack was inches away from striking. Norichi quickly flash stepped before the attack could make contact appearing behind the woman his back faced against her back *Back to back*. Norichi took in a deep breath and parted his lips " was it your kind. ..that killed my mother " His voice was only but a whisper. In norichi's mind the only thing going on was - They're clearly against vizards, what if they were the ones who killed mother- . Norichi stood still waiting for a reply.

Kyte watches his comrades move and does just as Norichi did and flash steps, only he reappears exactly where he had been "you must be one of those shields" he asked her in perfect english. Kyte's Zanpakutou was drawn and ready his dark Hazel eyes fixed on the enemy before him

They had each avoided the first strike. Impressive to say the least, but the witches daughter had lived for so long, her combat skills were near perfect. Noting that Rallen had just missed it, made her wonder how skilled he was in speed… not likely, she deducted, from his build she suspected that his skills laid more with strength. Glancing towards Kyte, she seemed to smile, he could speak English… “It matters not what I am, or who I am with…. Know this, you shall be saved by my blade.” Lastly… the man to her back, more fool hearty then any other… was he blind? Around her body was a never ceasing armour of raging air, equally as strong as her first weak blow. Standing ‘back to back’ would only leave his back in countless scars and lashes, each strike worse than any whip to the back. She did not understand Norichi; the foolish one, no matter… a battle should not be played out with words alone, it takes action. Her bright golden eyes were set on Kyte and Rallen. Two peas in a pod, her mind reeling with countless attacks, in the end she smiled softly. She was protected from Norichi, if he could not find an able way to get pass her wind armour his arms would be ripped to the bone if he dare tried to touch her. She was the highest of all Knights, she was the Alpha, and of course the Omega… she would not be defeated by blades without skills. Below her an array of air circled her raising her from the ground, Diving forward she flew at the two Vizards, around her blade air surged, a swing of her rapier causing yet another air current to rip through the area. Behind that blow came Whitney, the air beneath her keeping her behind the wind, also acting as a prime defence if the two tried to return her wind with their own blow.

Rallen got was ready for her next attack, this time he flash stepped away from the attack rather than getting another close shave. This Shield woman seemed to have some sort of barrier around her, 'better try something other than a sword first' he thought. He jumped towards her, quickly drawing his sawed off kido-shotgun and blasted it from a fairly close range. He landed back on the ground, zamaktou in one hand, shotgun in the other. Waiting for the smoke to clear, he wondered if kidou could even manage break through her barrier

Looking closer, Norichi's feet seemed to have been sunk inside the Shields very own shadow. An ability of Norichi's called a Messenger Shadow. A shadow will manifest from the enemies own shadow without any harm done to the enemy and simply act as a messenger. The messenger shadow simply sighed " Guess this won't do " It vanished away as Norichi appeared a few feet to the left of the Shield just barely away from her wind shield " forget about those two, " He spoke in perfect english as well " your enemy is me " He stuck his palm out as a red sphere appeared " Cero " A large red ray was shot rapidly aiming for the shield member.

Kyte watched Whitney's attack come and he countered by firing his own wave, an energy wave that seems to look like it's made of black fire, the wave was fired to counter Whitney's but Kyte wont take any chances. Kyte charges up and fires his own Cero, which is jet black in color but is no where near the strength of a Cero Oscura, the Cero follows his wave and Kyte flash steps to the top of a building, his eyes still fixed on the enemy

Pathetic children… was all that came to her mind. Were they the best, the Vizards had to offer? Come now, this had to be a joke… the first attack was spotted, her eyes bright with a new found light, She trakced Rallen’s movements, he was no trouble, she had the wind torrent in front of her to take his kido blast. An explosion took place, surging winds ceased as the attack was ended by his kido blast. Smoke erupted from the kido, the wind keeping the smoke in check. The knight seemed to be on an adrenaline rush, this feeling, overflowing from her body… the thrill of a battle, it was just pure bliss. Of course she had no frontal protection save for her wind armour. It was merely their for close ranged physical attacks. “cero….” She heard Norichi and Kyte’s words to be almost simultaneously, she could feel their reishi, a gift from her accursed mother. She dove into the smoke as cover, it would seem Rallen provided her with a chance at guerrilla tactics, and oh how she loved to catch them unawares. Her petit body swirled in a barrel roll, Rapier sword forming a surging tornado in front of her, which only seemed to grow. Keeping in constant movement, her legs twisted as she dodged the cero of Norichi, raising her blade along with the tornado as the two cero collided within the dust. She gave off no reishi, she could not… she was only able to see them and wield such a blade by the will of god. The dust seemed to cover her, they would not know if she was hit, but as her tumbling motion came to a stop, she surged forward, the dust being sucked into the tornado like a vaccum. “My enemy is all that bears your abilities!” She cried out as the tornado swiftly changed its motion, from sucking to a mighty push. A powerful roar tear through the sky in which she sliced through, wind colliding with the building at which Kyte stood on. He would have trouble trying to get free. The surging wind would make it difficult to perform a shunpo. But it did not stop there, The air seemed to split upon collision, two more tornados forming from the larger one. Ripping through the earth, one was well on its way towards Rallen, Norichi had yet to face her attacks, but not for much longer.

Rallen watched as the tornado quickly came his way, the only thing going through his mind at the moment: 'OH SHIT! OH SHIT! OH SHIT!' He needed come come up with something, and fast. He had an idea, but it was risky and he had to act fast before he got sucked into the vortex. "Bakudo #37, Suspending Star!" As he shouted the incantation, the suspending star appeard between two trees about 20 yards away, and he ran as has as he possibly could towards it. As he hit the star with intense velocity, the elastic substace almost immediatly bounced him back towards the tornado at triple the speed. Flying this fast through the air, he was able top slingshot past the tornado and towards Whitney. He quickly tapped into his hollow powers for a brief second, but that was all he needed to make himself into a flaming bullet colliding with the Knight. He knew it was a stupid move, but when facing such a powerful enemy, you had to try everything in the book.

Kyte saw the tornado headed towards him "this might take a bit more" he thought to himself. Kyte raised his Zanpakutou over his head and black flames gathered along the blade these flames then shot into the air slightly, Kyte has just extended the overall reach of his Zanpakutou by about thirty five feet, he the swings this at the Twister that was comeing in his direction, hopefully effectively disrupting it so that it dissapates, for a visual of this attack, try to picture Squall's Blasting Zone attack

Norichi laughed at the fact that Rallen didn't shoot to the sky thinking it was a slingshot like effect, but rather got caught up on it like glue " Stay like that " Norichi murmured to himeself. Norichi closed his eyes as the only sound heard was the sound of an unsheating sword. Norichi had in his hand nwo a zanpaktou and the tip of the blade was pointed down towards the ground. Slowly Norichi let go of the hilt as the sword rushed to the ground. Slowly poking against the ground as it began to sink inside the ground forming a shadow. " Fade into darkness Shitsuunen(Oblivion) " A shadow appeared where the blade had vanished and countless shadows scattered from the one that was made. Quickly three large shadows manifested from the ground holding a large shield appeared to the right of Norichi and to the Left of Norichi. Two large shadows with large swords appeared infront and bheind Norichi and upon the ground was a traveling long shadow heading for Whitney. The long shadow manifested itself in form of a serpent with a large mouth as it rushed outwards and in the air attempting to engulf Whitney.

As the various opponents made their stand against Whitney, dodging and launching coutner attacks, the ground seemed to shudder lightly, twitching in an ominous way but not enought o be noticed amongst the surrounding chaos. Then, with a rumbling noise and the scream of grating metal, metallic spikes erupted from the ground, stabbing up into the air at random intervals, many of them aimed at the attackers, and many other simply jutting up in randomized locations. The spikes were long and thin, more like blades as they stood, edged and pointed at heights between 6 and 10 feet. A dull rhythmic clanking could be heard behind them as from behind the attackers a suit of armor came walking, flanking them on the side opposite Whitney's. It place its hand on a car and the car shuddered and then seemed to suck in on itself, moving towards the metal hand of the knight, converging and interlocking and reforming itself until no metal was left on the car, its chassis and parts having converted into a long compartmented broadsword held by the newly arrived knight in one hand.

Amarillo Abejorro only came to the human world for some food. He did not plan on seeing entire buildings being blown apart by violent winds and cars being condensed into broadswords. "Well... how about the weather today?" He'd ask himself sarcastically, watching the fight from a distance with half-lidded, honey-coloured eyes, as if he was bored. These eyes seemed to glow inexplicably, even if the light was barely out or even if the light was too blindingly bright to notice any shining. Despite this Amarillo's eyes would still have a noticable shine - as if his head was a jack-o'-lantern carved in the shape of a human head. Two tantos, connected together by a long piece of black fabric with yellow stripes, were present on his person. This fabric would be used as a scarf of some sort, being wrapped around his neck or drapped over his shoulders, the sheathed blades will dangle from his neck and bounce against his chest. The tsubas of these tontos were unique and went put together make the image of an hour glass - the symbol of how time is fleeting, fitting to Amarillo's living life as it comes philosophy. "Well, then. I suppose I should help out. Hooooow troublesome." He'd let out a theaterical sigh and moved forwards, whipping the twin tantos from their place around his neck. His black hair was whipped violently in the wind, the three yellow stripes that adorned the fringe becoming unnoticable as they waved in the air. 'Rillo was not very large , being only 5'8 in height and rather gaunt in stature, yet he tried his best to appear intimidating as he made his way towards the scene of chaos, untying the fabric at the end of one of the tantos in order to wield them more properly.Rillo's hollow mask fragment will reach about halfway across his cheek and then tapers off to a small triangle end. As much as Amarillo hates this mask fragment, he will note that it serves as an useful reminder of his former life - one before arrancardom. simple, yet oddly cut, arrancar jacket will cover his torso - the oddest part is being a hood that will extend from the back, reaching up to the collarbone instead of the normal extended collars of most arrancar. The interior of this hood, like the rest of the jacket, is black with small yellow pin-stripes moving horizontally across. The jacket will usually be opened, with a black t-shirt underneath. The pants are possibly the least of altered clothing in the uniform, being tighter than the normal, baggy hakama. These pants will be connect to a pair of suspenders that he will never wear fully, instead he lets them dangle down from his waist. These suspenders will be black, with yellow stripes moving horizontally across the length of the fabric. Amarillo's shoes are also modified, as the arrancar's sense of fashion outweighs any loyalty he feels towards any arrancar leader, and take the form of more western-styled, high-cut sneakers. The tongue of the sneakers willl usually hang out, and go by a black-and-yellow colour scheme.


Ethan sighed as he exited Hueco Mundo, somewhat depressed to the straight fact that he was late to the 'party', so to speak. His short, cropped black hair, violently went to his left as the wind was harsh and cruel. The world was bleak, and desolate, only ruins and explosions remained. One thing meant two; The Shield were here, and some the people were already fighting. He was kind of dissapointed to the bare fact that he couldn't train his two little pupils before this outburst occured. 'I wonder how they would fare.' He thought menacingly. Oh how he hoped they weren't killed yet, he had a small but, needed connection to those two, and if they died, then the half of his charismatic work would fuck him over. This combined with the fact of the several battles occuring around him, lead to a mind full of thoughts, and very little time to consider them all over. For one, Sage seemed to be fighting one of the Shield, He knew that Sage would never get killed by something so miniscule to the sheer amount of spiritual pressure that Sage had. Other occurances including several other battles, which he had no care for in the least. After 2 minutes of diverse searching, he found Kyte, alone, preparing to fight, 1, no 2 Shield members. "Damn it!" he swore aloud, due to the fact that the little munchkin had some sort of attachment to him, he wouldn't let him die. Ethan sonido'd quick and carefully through the rubble, until he found Kyte, not a scratch on him, but the two menacing Shield members, 20 feet away from him.

Whitney’s wind seemed to be held off by Kytes’ black flames, the winds surging forwards in a dual with the dark flames. “Tch.” The knight’s feet touched the ground softly, the wind still surging from the blade no matter how much pressure the flames seemed to cause. It began to grow quite hot, Whitney’s eyes looked to the side as she spooted a familiar face approaching. Her comrade had arrived, ready to do battle, she saw that two of the Vizards had fled, spineless cowards, she sighed, waiting for moment when she should move. Suddenly she pushed the flames back just a bit more, swinging her rapier to the side before diving out of the line of fire. “Another newcomer.” She whispered sensing yet another source of reishi, this one similar to the Vizards yet different. Standing her ground she lunged towards Kyte, she was not done with him yet. The wind beneath her feet sent her skywards Surging towards the boy. Her rapier at the ready, perhaps it was time for some close combat.

The second knight saw Kyte heading for Whitney and decided it was about time the young vizard's progress was halted. Strafing to his right in a long jump, he switched his sword to his left hand, his right hand latching firmly ontot he side of a battered city bus nearby. turning to face the charging Kyte he leapt forward, dragging the bus into the air with his momentum and as he landed he swung it hard over his head, throwing the large box of a vehicle into the air, sending it straight at Kyte. Clenching his right hand into a fist, he pumped it intot he air and the metal spikes protruding fromt he ground burst forth fromt heir moorings in the earth and rocketed into the sky. After shooting high up and receiving a gratuitous amount of hangtime the blades turned point down and began their rapid descent back to earth, threatening to rain their sharp bladed tips down on all that were below them.

Amarillo would glare out the arriving Espada, instantly feeling as if he was being showed up. Amarillo would develop what would seem to become an inferiority complex and great envy towards the Espada, and Ethan randomly showing up at the same time Amarillo was about to make his move did not help his sensitive and unstable mindframe. "Bah. Those Espada... thinking they're the best... HEY. IDIOT. THIS IS MY FIGHT. YOU CAN HAVE THE TIN MAN." Amarillo would scream at Ethan through the cacophony of warfare and violent winds as he jumped up and down. He would unsheath his tantos, the poison-slick blades sliding from their confines quickly. The experienced numeros would spin the blades, expertly getting used to their weight - a task that became easier and easier every time he used the weapon. Amarillo would finish this quickly, spinning the tantos and screaming "Picadura, Gemelo Avispones!" A cloud of yellow smoke would begin to leak of every pore of his body. The tontos, the twin blades connected to his "scarf," would disappear altogether; they'd take the form of two large stingers that would completely envelope his arm - from his forearm to his fist. A large, sheild-like outcropping of the stinger would travel up the outside of his arm, but the inside would remain how it was to increase motion possibility. Large, transparent wings would protrude from his back and a light hollow-bone armor would cover his body. This armor, though easily protecting him against most sword strikes and sometimes balas, will do little more than decrease impact of hitting the ground or physical blows of an opponent. Besides this, Amarillo's appearance would remain the same as his sealed appearance. As soon as the wings sprouted, they'd begin to beat against the air rapidly - a typical honeybee could stroke their wings 11,400 times per minute, thus making their distinctive buzz. This would spread the yellow smoke, which would have the same apitoxic affects that the blades would have and once you got it in your system - you have trouble. As an anticoagulant, the toxin would disrupt the blood clotting process and cause even a small nick to be a serious issue. This would also hinder his opponent as his battle goes on, the profuse bleeding makes battling Amarillo extremely difficult. This smoke would begin to spread over the area, not hindering visibility at all, but still floating dangerously. Amarillo himself would move forwards, using sonido, to attempt to strike Whitney with the drill on his right arm - knowing that the "Tin Man" would not strike his own ally or any where too close to her. Of coruse, Amarillo without his sonido was almost as fast as lower level arrancar using their sonido in his resurreccion form, so his sonido was even quicker than that. The drill on Amarillo's right arm would begin to spin rapidly as the fraccion also used the momentum from the sonido to guide his arm towards her chest - hoping to god that his abnormally quick sonido would catch her off guard while she was preoccupied with the vizard. "I shall send you to whatever God you wish." He'd whisper, his voice almsot inaudible through the various sounds of the battlefield.

Ethan saw the yellow gas spreading wide and far, then muttered to himself, 'Damnit, idiotic fraccion, going to get us all killed.' He sighed, and narrowily avoided the oversized Greyhound bus that came spirialing towards him via Man of Iron. He felt the wind sharply go right past it, liking the amount of wind that went right through his hair. Kyte was already in trouble, due to the fact that the female was going straight at him, full force. Thank the heavens for that fraccion, he was charging straight for the female. He was giong to have to face that metal giant all by himself, 'What a fun, challenge.' He thought calmly, and fired 7 or 8 bala off at the metal monster, then circled around quickly, to deliver a quick stab with his sword. 'Too easy, the bastard's too slow, just all brawn, no brain. How pathetic, for a soul to go to such waste.' Like Ethan really cared, and continued his inevitable and fool-proof plan to kill the thing in less then 2 seconds.

Whitney’s eyes were focussed on Kyte as she surged forward at a swift speed. She didn’t really suspect for him to do such a thing as shunpo away in a cowardly manner. The woman was just about to dive in for the kill with speed, but something caught her eye. A bus was coming in at a radical speed. Whitney could not go to attack the boy while she herself was in danger of being crushed, instead she backed of, avoiding any potential chance at the bus making contact with her. Two extra reishi had emerged, this was getting bothersome. The woman looked over her shoulder spotting the hornet like warrior. She saw him coming in with a strike, but did he seem to notice the deadly armour of cascading wind? As the drill collided with her armour the wind surge over it, sure enough it would tear the skin from any being… Luckily his was holding its own. The woman raised her rapier sword with a swift motion she went to slice his chest.

Kyte was about to send Whitney plummeting into the ground when he spotted the over grown bumble bee and a bus "thats not good" he said to himself. Kyte fired the wave of black fire through the bus, cutting it in half, and hopefully the two halves will fly past them, The wave meanwhile continues on towards the walking tin can that threw the bus

As the knight saw the bala and fire coming at him, it reacted quickly, raising its arm up once more. Metal from nearby rushed in front of him, forming a great metal barrier, the metal tearing itself from cars, girders in buildings, and even the falling spikes he had launched earlier only to have them mainly ignored, much to his metallic chagrin. The brunt of the attack was stopped by his large wall but 2 of the bala made it through, striking his body and leaving dents in his metal exterior as he stepped back, bracing himself against the blow. Stomping a foot down with a clang, a wave of spikes shot forward through the ground again, threatening to make a pretty hood ornament out of Kyte as they formed from the underground pipelines and stabbed up through the pavement.

: Amarillo would look disappointed as his momentum and drilling motions failed against her armor. Truley, he had understimated his opponent. Nightmares were tattooed on Amarillo's thoughts, ink replaced by malice - sorrow serving as the needle, creating pastiche portraits and cinematic artwork in his icy gallery as if it was pestilential. He was a dilettante, admirer of fine arts as he acted as his own maestro in this cinema of destruction. His swords would be his baton and war would be his symphony, a masterpiece given a second chance to gain commendation. With a final whisper of forsaken tongue and a last admiration for Mother Nature's stage, Amarillo pulled the curtains and a crescendo reverberated across the atmosphere as he sallied forth; the poignant notes of the orchestra bringing awe to Amarillo's melancholy . He'd move one wing over to block the strike from the rapier, separating his body from her sideways slash towards his chest by using the wing's special properties and channeling reiatsu through it, instantly hardening it to a decent shield. The drill would still spin as it backed off from the wind armor and moved towards his body more - in case the sword was more than a sword and would break through the super-powered wing. However, that would only be a guise, as reiatsu would begin to thinly build up along the length of the drill until it charged to the needed power. He would thrust it forward slightly, the reiatsu launching into a powerful cero with a nasty surprise. The cero would apear to spin uncontrollably and in a swirling ball of reiatsu, appearing as if about to implode upon itself. Not only did the range and sheer concussive power of the cero remain, but the reiatsu would literally able to shred at the opponent at an almost microscopic level - making most defenses slowly chip away and often killing an enemy. This would serve as Amarillo's most powerful reiatsu-based technique. Seconds ticked by in 'Rillo's imaginary clock, the harmony dancing in unison with the distance closed between the two soldiers of warfare as yards altered to feet; the conductor of this artpiece in perfect closing range of his nemesis. With such acuity and agility, speed one of his deadly pros, Amarillo would take a step back while releasing the cero, not even a rapier's distance away. The large ball of reiatsu would move quickly and attempt to envelope the knight, obviously trying trapping her in the sphere of shredding, swirling and crushing reiatsu. "Triunfo Cero!" Of course, this would not be without it's drawbacks. They were not even a rapier's distance away - leading to Amarillo be blasted back from the power of the cero being released. Instead of flying backwards, as one might assume would happen, the spiralling nature of the cero force Amarillo to the ground at a harsher angle - straight into the ground. Amarillo let out a pained grunt as he felt the impact against his frame - a sharp pain stabbing through his body. The slight recoil was worth it though, as the attack would hurt his foe more if it managed to land a hit.

Norichi appeared atop the highest building looking down upon the group. He sighed shaking his head " Useless war. . . They say they should destroy everything that is evil, but through our eyes they are the evil ones . . . What would you do . . . Mother? " Norichi leaped off the building freefalling for a few minutes as his feet made contact with the side of the building. Quickly running down Norichi leaped again and dived towards the ground and simply vanished away within the shadow given off by the building. Another few moments later Norichi appeared out another buildings shadow more closer towards Whitney as he sighed clapping his hands and forming two red spheres in his hands " Dos Cero " Placing his palm out two large red rays quickly aimed to strike Whitney.


The woman felt off for a moment, something was entering her… ~What is this sorcery?~ she thought, bright yellow hues watching Amarillo; her current opponent with slight confusion. The fathomable mind of the woman began to search for a solution… this was poison was it not? It had to be something dangerous, especially if she did not die immediately or gained some visible effects. Her rapier was rejected the soft skin, a shield made form his wing seemed to block it in during it’s straight path. Withdrawing her blade from his wing. She wielded a zanpuktou, like all of the knights; mystic weapons to cut mystic beings. Her blade did not brake, but was merely pushed back. Her eyes shifted to his arm, the drill spinning swiftly, thrusting forward with a cero shooting out. The woman leapt back, her armour had it’s never ending source of energy; the air. Air cascaded around her, as the cero came at her, with a swing of her rapier she was sent flying back as a gust of wind was produced, as he advanced, keeping the nasty cero at bay as she gained a considerable amount of distance between them. Her eyes widened at the mighty cero being formed from him, this was surprising. Whitney swung her sword upward as a huge wall of air surged up, like a barrier. As soon as the cero gained the distance, it would hit the wall and begin to push its way through. Something caught her eye, in the distance she spotted two more ceros flying towards her from the side. “Oh no.” She muttered. It was a pretty desperate move, but one that would hopefully keep her standing. Her eyes narrowed towards the ceros, concerntrating her hardest as from her armour she plucked at the wind; two large hands formed from the air hit the two cero’s as they almost made contact with her. An explosion erupted from them, but she didn’t care, infront of her the large cero was about to completely escape the strong winds which kept it back. She couldn’t move if she did she’d get hit. Groaning Whitney called on more wind towards the cero, releasing the wall as the bottom half slammed towards her like an ardent torrent of wind. She was flung back like a feather in a storm, the wind which pushed the against the cero diminished as it hit the ground. The woman just scraped by the super cero, rubble sent airborne from the impact. Whitney turned her body with the wind, flipping herself to face the man, slashing her rapier as blades of wind were sent flying towards him, and with it, the airborne masses of earth were thrown like balls towards him.
Kyte saw the spikes being made by the walking suit of armor and took to the air where they could not reach, He ended up flying past Whitney at which point he stopped directly above her and charged up his jet black Cero, as mentioned before, the Cero is jet black in color but is no where near the strength of a Cero Oscura. Kyte continued to charge the Cero, and once he gathered enough energy, he unleashed it on her, if her wind armor has any weakness it will surely be directly above the woman.

The knight strafed to the side, rushing out behind his large barrier as it collapsed into a heap of scrap metal. Holding his large sword above his head, he swung it in a wide arc, various clicking swounds were heard as more swords detached from it, thrown by the momentum of the swing right at Norichi, revolving as they soared wickedly through the air. Galahad swung his now nearly hollowed out blade. Jabbing its tip into the pile of scrap metal it broke the metal down into filings and absorbed them into itself, tempering them and rebuilding its interior.

Amarillo's honey-coloured optics widened. His most powerful reiatsu-based attack was denied the satisfaction of damage and his drills were useless without contact with flesh. The calculating mind of the fraccion would always seem to have millions of thoughts running at once, each producing a strategy. He'd try his best to sort out the menal weather, but the atmospherical pressue was calling for rain inside his head - each little thought screaming with such blatant blatant unlikelyness of Amarillo's usual personality "OUT OF YOUR LEAGUE." Amarillo would ignore this however, as he noticed that the poison was breathed in by the woman, meaning that there was one more thing he could do; Amarillo would pluck a strategy from the ferocious mental block of static and wield it as a weapon. He scrambled to his feet, moving his wings over his body into a shileding caccoon as he moved forwards, his right drill begining to produce more poison than usual. From the distance that she put between them would he run as quickly as he could without using sonido, and began spinning the drill as fast as he could. The poison would then begin to rip from the drill in the form of a fine mist. This wouldn't spin fast enough to produce enough poison, Amarillo decided. To amend this fatal flaw, he would use one of his modified sonido form - Ruido. When Amarillo was learning the sonido, he studied and dissected the elements of this technique. This technique would be a sonido focused at one body part and when Amarillo was using his sonido in one body part, he is able to launch an attack at unpredictable speeds - as if his drill was spinning with the power of a sonido, but the rest of his body was not. his poison, serving as Amarillo's main source of attack, will rapidly begin to paralyze an opponent on contact. Though not instataneous, the poison will work faster than the Humo de Oro. This is, however, limited to contact with blood and he would have to strike his opponent for it to work - something that he could fix by forcing her to breath it in, just like the golden smoke she breathed in earlier. Before contact with the woman, he would open his wings and throw his drill forwards rapidly, hitting against the armor. This would appear as a simple strike, but the purple mist would billow out almost invisibly, in it's newly found gaseous form. The thinly spread poison would have to work as Amarillo kept his super-enhanced spinning would inrease the power of the strike at the location of impact.
Norichi sighed looking at Whitney totally ignoring the fact that there was a sword headed for Norichi and fast. Norichi smiled " Projectiles are useless " He murmured as his eyes glew a dark red as Norichi's own shadow manifested off the floor and opened its arms as the sword struck through the front but didn't come out the back. Rather the sword traveled through the dimension of shadows and came flying out of a shadow made from a building and fell to the ground. Norichi's shadow went back to the floor to its original state as he moved one foot to the left slowly turning his body towards another shadow casted by another building. Norichi quickly clasped his hands together forming two cero spheres as he placed them together and spread open his arms. The two cero's that mixed together formed into a very large sphere and slowly began to Compress into a smaller concentrated cero sphere looking similar to an atomic symbol. Norichi crossed his arms his right hand, the one carrying the cero, aimed towards the shadow given by the building and shot out a massive ray which went within the shadow. Not to long after, Whitney's own shadow began to glow a dark crimson red as the Cero was about to be shot out from her own shadow. Norichi closed his eyes his lips parting " Rabioso Cero "

The woman regained her stance as she touched the ground lightly, bright golden hues watching her opponents intently. She saw Amarillo run towards her in an attack, he had some ground to cover indeed. Spotting a shadow flew across her view of the ground caused her to look up, eyes spotting Kyte above her, if he thought her head beared a weak spot he was sorely mistaken. The air coursed around her body entirely. She had no time for failed attempts, her hands went up swiftly trailing from her fingers was a stream of sharp wind, colliding with the cero as the ends which did not get hit were curling inwards striking him in a pincer attack. Whitney would not wait here, the boy was a nuisance. She ran forward, but she could sense something different… Amarillo’s drill was moving once more. “More poison?” she mused. Coming to a stop she couldn’t take any chances. Of course she could not flash step or perform sonidos but the air was at her will, and she would use it for everything. Her feet shifted on the ground as bursts of air surged from them, keeping her sides clear from any side attacks. Raising her rapier she breathed out lightly, every knight was granted a single ability by their blade, perhaps it was the medallions doing, perhaps not. Her rapier began to vibrate, as the wind ran around it, her long brown hair flowing around her. Her blade was ready, glowing slightly with the wind, the air produced under her feet seemed to continue to blow out strong gusts. Whitney’s armour was like a cascading wall of invisible blades, ready to rip apart an appendage, even right down to the bone or worse if she caught it within its grasp. The woman turned as Amarillo got closer, the wind blowing against him, his poison would not be flowing towards her when he went to release it, but flow back at him, and that Vizard Norichi. “Ultimata blade!” she called out in English, the wind surged from her blade, being the laws as she waiting for the perfect moment. Her source of inner energy; the heavens hoard supplied her with a near unendless amount of power, she would never tire, never grow old, and never rest until she completed her fathers wish. He came right infront of her, the wind surging for him, kept the poison at bay, her rapier was swung as soon as her was within reach, not worrying about his swift movement, the velocity of his strike hurt her, but with this attack she would keep the deadly strike at bay. The wind formed two blades, each as strong as the rapier, enfused with the energy the medallion supplied her. The attack was set into motion; her three unavoidable simultaneous attacks came at his drill from three different directions, the initial blade colliding with the drill as she felt the pressure forced upon her arms and wrists. The two wind blades came at him from the sides, moving in a pnicer attack, all striking at the exact same time. She felt her fet being pushed back, her two hands holding his drill at bay with her sword. Whitney’s heels emitted a surging amount of air, using it as a pushing force to force her opponent back. Luckily, it would seem that god was on her side, her shadow was positioned behind her, heels pushing out that strong hurricane like torrent of wind as it coursed over the ground. Norichi’s cero was stuck as it tried to come out of her shadow, the wind not allowing it to pass through on it’s intended course instead the cero surged backwards to where Kyte was hovering.

Kyte saw Norichi's Cero redirected at him, wasting no words Kyte flash stepped to where Norichi was narrowly escaping the Cero "that was too close" he said. Kyte had not forgotten about the walking suit of armor and so charged up his sword and let loose a wave of black fire at him, followed immediately by a second one, Kyte has sent two waves at the armored one, the second wave intended to reinforce the first

The knight was blown back by the fire, tumbling head over heels as the flames washed over him. Charred and blackened, the suit rose up and walked onward. He attached his balde to his back and holding his arms out beside him, he suddenly swung them in, metal being torn from buildings and cars as it flew to him. Using it, he built himself a large exoskeleton of scrap metal with doglike legs and long powerful arms. The metal covered the knight up and it was engulfed in the heap of twisted metal. With crashing steps it ran forward, winding up and swinging its long right arm with a fist at the end at Norichi, threatening to knock him skyward with the mighty swing.

Amarillo's still hardened wings would prevent the swords from striking his body as he folded the slightly to protect his frame from the strikes towards his sides. He still had a chance to finish his objective, however. The paralyzing poison gambit was seen through, regretfully, yet Amarillo still had hope. Reiatsu would start to work his way through his body and, by mixing reiatsu with the saliva in his mouth, Amarillo would spit an extremely sticky substance. This substance, a shiny and transparent yellow in colour, would come in the form of a large globular, exceedingly thick liquid and dampen any movement; attempting to ensare his opponent. If this did not work however, it would be deccent as a distraction while he brought up the drill from his left arm - surging with the same ruido technique as he used earlier, the drill spinning faster and moving forwards with such a power only matched by the Arrancar's already superquick sonido - towards the female's stomach while his right drill would only be prevented from contact by the sword which was holding it off. Amarillo was in his element, up close. His eyes were as of malice, eyes that show no range of emotions except for the emotions to fight to the death. He saw vengeance, anguish, sadness, despair, and misery; convulsing orbs of mixed emotions that faded away with every blink of their lids and every breath his lips endured. This war could have been prevented if this unnamed opponnent didn't grow cold and vicious; then this war could have been prevented. But, when time slowly destroys the patience of one who craves so called purity, that man becomes as though he's been destroyed and all concepts of ethical reasoning fades along with the self-righteousness that man once had. At least, this is what Amarillo would hope - that nobody would really imagine that every soul they saw to be evil.

Norichi's hand moved out of the way as the Cero was a failure " That didn't come out the way I had hoped. " Norichi then placed his attention towards the Metal user " Shit. . " Norichi leaped up the fist barely missing as from the force Norichi was forced back landing at the side of a building leaping back off in a flash step. Norichi appeared behind the newly made beast of metal and flash stepped again a few feet away from Whitney " I don't have time for your metal foolishness " He stated as he looked at Whitney whispering a few incantations as he ran towards her quickly leaping. Now airbourne Norichi placed his palm out towards Whitney as he then whispered another set of incantations " Soren Sokatsui -Blue Fire, Crash down- " A burst of blue fire came rapidly aiming for Whitney, as she was distracted by the Fraccion she wouldn't have time to move, if by chance she did move Norichi's hand glew a bright red color as he watched carefully to see if she would counter, but the fire wasn't headed directly for her, rather the barrier she had going. If by chance the fire caught on with the wind it would cause the wind barrier to turn into a blue flame barrier that would burn Whitney as long as she had the barrier active. Norichi sighed " I'm sorry if you get caught in the fire. . . " He stated looking towards the Fraccion

The knight noted Galahad as he came at Norichi, but she was focussed on Amarillo. Her blade stayed where it was, holding his drill back. How dare the two try to gang up on her? Once again Amarillo’s spit attack hit her wind armour as it was sent airborne in a streak of mucus. Although she had bared one drill, she could not block the other as it struck her armour. The wind teared at it, thumping against the bottom of it and trying to send it upwards like the mucus, still it kept the drill at bay, by her side, she had sensed Norichi, how had Galahad let him get through? That was something she found difficult to believe. None the less, things were getting toasty for her. The words were whispered as from the corner of her eye she saw the blue flame coming at her. “Fool.” She whispered, The woman was in control of the wind, of course this would prove difficult. “Galahad! Look alive now” She called out, she knew the foolish Vizard could understand English, but it mattered not. Whitney moved her blade from the other drill, as it collided with her armour, just like the other drill it was beginning to be put under pressure. She swung her blade around as like once before a tornado was formed from the tip of the blade sucking in the flames, it was getting hot… her blade was. She flicked her blade upwards sending the tornado up, and merely cutting it off before the flames creeped up her. Above themthe tornado was stretched out along the sky as flames seemed to coat them. A gasp was heard, her eyes lowered spotting the drills gaining a bit closer to her. She frowned. “Galahad, Let us work together, if they wish to gang up, then why not we do the same.” Suddenly her armour seemed to be growing, before she made the air around her explode outwards, the wind pushing everything back, rubble went flying, cars flung from the ground, as a nice bit of energy was taken from the heavens hoard, sending everything flying back. She could see no way for the two to hold their ground, she had control of the skies. “Galahad, quickly, use our metal, destroy the ground.” She called out as her armour surged outwards, and if Galahad was able to make the ground loose, it would surely push the two of course. As this pulse of energy passed out, the air merely surged back around her. She was a tough little cookie, and would not go down easily, especially when she had an endless supply of both air and energy from those that the group had captured.

Kyte heard Whitneys words and immediately raised his blade into the air once more the black flames shooting into the sky, Kyte has extended the reach of his blade once more, this walking tin can he now knew as Galahad wouldnt have time to react to Whitneys orders this was because Kyte was now bringing a sixty foot long black flame sword down on his head

Galahad was silent but not stupid. The large exo-skeleton's design was obviously heavy but was prepared for such a situation. It lowered on its legs, the extra joint letting it sink lower. Then, it made a gargantuan leap, having built its back legs like that soleley for the purpose of jumping. It leapt up in time to avoid major damage from the flaming sword, its blade scraping the front of it and sending scrap metal shwoering down to the street below. Metal pipes began to lift from the ground, spewing ther water into the air as they broke up the pavement. Galahad's massive body dropped down, gripping its fists together and aiming its elbow for Norichi, dropping in a 12 ton powerbomb.

"Ban. .kai " The words came out low toned and slow. Quickly as if Norichi was walking in water , Sunk into his own shadow dodging the metal wrestlers attack. Out from another buildings shadow Norichi walked from and looking at Norichi's shadow, it had expanded and changed form, it did not look like Norichi anymore but rather another creature. The shadow slowly manifested itself , it was large with six wings on each side of his back, a Long joust like blade on one hand and large claws on the other. The shadow had six eyes and they were all a crimson red. Looking closer the newly made shadow seemed to have no feet, rather it seemed to be linked to Norichi's shadow , its feet like a serpents tail. The shadow stared around as it quickly sank into Norichi's shadow and came out of a nearby shadow within the dome, facing against Whitney. The shadow pointed its joust like sword on its right hand twoards whitney and Norichi on the other side of the dome placed a hand on his own shadow as a blue light came out of his hand " Hiryugekizokushintenraiho - Flying Dragon-Striking Heaven-Shaking Thunder Cannon - " A large blast was sent from Norichi's own shadow to the manifested shadow now within the dome as its joust like blade began to glow a blue color, as from that blade the attack Norichi did shot out aiming for Whitney. Norichi in the meanwhile hid away in the darkness allowing his creature to do the work for him.

The ground was torn asunder there was no way that the small stature of a Vizard could stand his ground where there was nothing to stand on. What was more, Whitney had control of the sky, if he was not pushed back, she’d merely do something unfair and get the wind to act as a reversible armour to her own, but on him, and rip him down to the bone. She watched as he was pushed back as well as Amarillo, the guy got knocked out by flying into a still standing wall. Norichi was sent flying, there was little way a bankai could be formed at this moment in time. As the two were sent back she nodded to Galahad, the wind beneath her, lifting her up into the sky, her shadow well out of her bodies reach. Eventually, Norichi called forth his bankai. Causing Whitney to sigh. “It shouldn’t be long now until this one uses his resources.” Since she was so far away from this monsters shadow the woman twirled around as she she spun around on the top the largest tornado she had created in this battle. It sucked the kido blast within it, circling around the trail of surging air, trapped. Whitney leapt off of the tornado and landed on the gigantic Galahad. “This one is almost at his limits… Von told me, Bankai is their last resort, but also their strongest attack. From what I gather, we have successfully gained knowledge that there is an alliance. I see no point in staying here, unless we wish to trap them in the heavens hoard now…” She glanced down at Norichi and the shadow, the large tornado going towards both of them. “I am open to suggestions.” Her hand stroked the medallion around her neck, kept forever safe by the wind. Whitney had planned to take all of the races out in one battle, after figuring out if the races are in an alliance. But, she also had no problems with banishing these two to the hoard. In which thy would never be free unless the knights died or willed them to be free. Whitney seemed to look down at the other Vizard. “him…. The girl that was with him, she had something which belonged to me… which is not a good thing.” Lowering her blade Whitney looked up at the sky, wondering what Galahad felt like doing.

Slowly Norichi sighed at the outcome of it all. through his eyes the only one remaining was him , the others would have been knocked out by the attack while Norichi was safe within his own shadows, however Norichi was in much pain from the attack. Norichi quickly appeared next to Amarillo and grabbed him and dove into the darkness. Then appeared next to Rallen and grabbed onto him fading away into the darkness again. In the meanwhile Norichi's shadow appeared and aimed its joust towards the two SHIELD's as a large red ray was seen charging up, this was used to distract them, This technique was known as ' Ultimo Juicio Cero - Final Judgement Zero - " The cero was shot out, a massive purple ray as large as a full building rapidly aiming for the two. Looking closer it wasn't a ray, rather a countless amount of Cero bullets. The shadow finished the move and vanished away as the final sound heard was a sword being sheated before the sound of explosions from the bullets hitting at random took place.

: Kyte saw Norichi's Ban-Kai....impressive to say the least......but now it was Kyte's turn "BAN-KAI" he called out, and immediately afterwards his Reiatsu seemed to explode with devastating force, as it was being released it seemed to form a twister which all the debree was caught up in. The dust eventually settled and Kyte could be seen with a new out fit and a new sword. The outfit is a long black trench coat with ornate white markings on either side of his chest, a pair of gloves which also had ornate red markings on them, a pair of black pants and black boots, the Sword now looked like a regular Katana, only it was jet black, had no guard, and stretched an impressive seven feet three inches long "Tenma Kuroryuu" Kyte charged energy into his sword and unleashed a gigantic black wave at the two knights

Galahad saw the two great blasts coming at him and Whitney. Harboring his emotions in his cold and unfeeling suit of armor, he made a desperate tactic. The large metal hands clasped around Whitney suddenly, not waiting for her permission, unable to relay any plan as he lacked the ability to speak. The massive lump of metal clutched Whitney to its chest and turned its back to the blasts as Galahad himself, the suit of armor burst from its back, sword in hand as it soared at the two oncoming attacks. Waiting until they got close and began to dangerously clash together, only then did Galahad make his strike. Sailign straight at the onslaught of Reiatsu he swung his powerful blade at them, striking them full on with his sword and body in a massive blast, vanishing in the explosion which ratlled what was left of the buildings, windows shattering in the blast. The large metal goliath collapsed to the ground, maintaining its form but clearly weakened. In the clearing smoke, the battered knight could be seen on the ground, its blade sunk into the pavement, the battered armor leaning heavily on it. The blue plume from the back of its helmet was gone and its right arm and half of its torso were no longer present, apparently blown away by the attacks. His entire body was battered and worn, burnt nearly to cinders. Boldly, the knight stood his ground.


((Sadly the next part of this rp is lost, so a brief summary has been written to try and help))

The battle rages on for a long time, and at one point Galahad is completely destroyed. In a fit of anger for not being able to protect her comrade Whitney looses herself for a moment. and in a display of anger both Norichi and Amarillo are pushed back by the girl. The Arrancar gets knocked out after being sent into a wall. Kyte is attacked by Whitney and to her suprise Galahad has been reformed from metal, and is back in the game. Norichi and Kyte retreat, and in a cunning act Whitney creates a wall of wind much like her armour to surround the area blocking kyte in while Galahad attacks. Eventually Keihime shows herself making her move activating her shikai she is able to through her blade right through the wind and catch the unsuspecting Whitney off guard stabbing her in the shoulder with her blade. The wind stops and Galahad goes to whitney's side taking the blade out from Whitney as Kyte and Keihime retreat. But because of the poison Whitney's wound would never stop bleeding on its own.... so then they retreat.