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Ikkaku hoped the fight would be over soon. As good as it was to watch Sym get to cut loose and enjoy herself, he didn't like seeing people spar themselves into a state where they needed serious medical attention. Especially now, with Aizen lurking around like a giant praying mantis or something, just waiting for the opportune moment. And with Sym and Zaraki-taicho, they were rather easy to get carried away. He glanced over at Hellsing a moment and smiled at the thought of having another squadmate, one who might fight as hard with his head as he did with his sword and fists. He'd be good to have in a pinch, especially if he was good with kidou. It was a pain in the a** having to go drag some little pipsqueak from the 4th over every time someone got busted up. Having someone who was capable of healing would be a good idea, and if Hellsing had been in the 12th, he had to have had some experience healing up 'test subjects'.
He watched as the two combatants' spiritual pressure began to dim, eyeing them both with a critical eye. Sym was young and fast, but she still had openings. Kenpachi was older, but hadn't lost any of his speed or power. It was hard to imagine what a beast Sym would be when she hit her peak. He couldnt help but smile a little at some decidedly naughty thoughts in relation to Sym and peaking. But not the time and place for that.
