Welcome to Gaia! ::

*She half grunted as Corbin made his appearance*

A decision I am already resigned to, Corbin. I see Az isnt with you... no matter. He can look after himself for a while. Dont worry about looking for Dagoth - once the fighting starts, considering who we know will appear, I want you focused only on staying alive. Surt isnt exactly going to be best pleased with you...

*Her fingers then crushed her cigarette as she felt the familiar presence. Her eyes narrowing and flashing*

Speak of the proverbial devil...

*Flicking the half spent cigarette away, she swung Ferago off her back and caressed teh blade for a moment, before focusing her gaze into the distance, red and white spiralling through her eyes as she stepped forwards, leaving blue sparks in her wake*

Lets get this party started.

*Homing in towards Naroks signature, she spared Sophus a half galre, then focused her mind on the battles to come*

*Not breaking her stride, she nodded to Az*

Wouldnt want to break my new found love for my son, now would I? I'll help... providing Im not dead before the time comes. Dont know how much use I'll be, mind - Im no shinigami.

*She turned her head*

Out of curiosity... do you still have those guns I gave you a few years back? And as for time, we have just as long as it'll take us to walk the next couple of miles.

Just curious. Wondered how much you trusted me while you were so busy hating me... Im glad you found use for them.

*she swung Ferago up and onto her shoulder, stalking faster now across the ground so as to pull a little a head of her companions - a subconscious move*

I'll keep a look out for your Hollows. I guess I never noticed any before because I didnt need to... If anyone spots Hades himself, point me to him and then keep out the way, understood? We have unfinished business it would seem, especially since Im being forced to palm Narok off onto Corbin. Someone is going to bleed for that.

*She scowled a little, more sparks kicking off her boots*

As Azrael appeared, Corbin gave but a polite nod, before turning his attention back to the matter at hand. He however listened to his brother and his request, and despite the fact he didn't answer, he did intend on helping when, and if he could.

As Roan started to pick up her pace, a faint hue of white washed over the rings in his eyes, and for just that passing moment, several figures adorning torn and tattered cloaks were revealed to him, hanging in the air both above Hades' legions, and the seperate legion atop the dunes just abit further in the distance.

.:Reapers..We dont like the reapers.:.

.:They have to die first, no question about it. The last thing I need while fighting Ragnarok and Surt is time stopping for even a moment.:.

.:So these reapers are different from the Shinigami in your clan?:.

.:Not by much, they are essentially the same thing, however of different cultural origins. The ones I have fought, and are out there now, are more of the christian, I supose. Scythe, body of bones and the ability to stop time, you know the drill. Lineage, lets break some bones.:.

.:WHOO-PAH!:.

As Roan pulled away from the 'pack', obsidian black consumed Corbin's eyes, and his body began going through the stages of the intermediate transformation. Drawing the gunblade in his right hand, and reaver the thorn in his left, he gave his left wrist a sharp twist and the viral markings on his left forearm and hand briefly gave off a white glow, as did the gem set in the base of the swords blade.


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As the DeSeer clansmen and sire began their aproach, Narok stood firm atop the dunes behind Hades' legions, his own standing firm in rank. As he watched, differently coloured eyes narrowed and focused on first the DeSeer sire, his stare lingering for just a minute or so, before shifting to the young heir.

"Here they come. Messenger!..Call for the-"

"NO!"

Turning back from the messenger at his side, to glare down at Narok, Surt snarled, his lips curling as he did so.

"Its too soon, far too soon to be calling for them."

"What authority do you have over me Celestian?!"

Dimming his focus on the appraoching Cainites, Narok turned on his heels, arms still folded over his chest and stared up at the daunting demon lord before him, his expresion stern, yet blank.

"You have no concept of the art behind war, hellion. If you truely objected to my opinion, and stratagy in battle, then you would never have brought me back from the grave originally. Hades has put me in command of this legion, not you. Now, either hold your tongue, lizard, or grow a back bone, and release me, so as to fight your own battles!"

Snarling even louder, Surt subconciously took a half step back, before then falling silent, and turning back to watch the approach of the Clan.

Not far behind Roan, Corbin broke through the first ranks, useing a combination of slashes and shots with the gunblade. Having the gunblade in his right hand, and reaver in the left, he was able to junction the soul energy into attributed rounds for the bladed fire arm with relative ease.

With the intermediate transformation complete, and Lineage rushing through his entire body he was able to weave through the ranks like a sea serpent, slithering through the lines, under and over weapons, and yet leave behind nothing but pieces.

He however then took more notice of the hollows that had began materializing in the manner they did high above the battle field, as Az had gone to subdue them.

.:Roan can handle herself for now, Az however...It'd be wise to couple with him so as to dispose of those damned abominations quicker, and sustain less, if any damage.:.

.:Azrael can handle himself just fine, i'm more interested in finding Ragnarok.:.

.:Ragnarok isn't making any move yet, and he is still some distance from here. If you help Az now, the both of you will escape thise first part sooner, and with less damage.:.

.:...Fine.:.

With a powerful turn on his heels, the spurs on his boots ignited with vibrant sparks, and flames were born to spiral up and outward from Corbin's body, burning the grunts around him, warding them back as he raised his right hand, and thus the gunblade, taking aim.

Aiming carefully, a third eye appeared on his forehead, the emerald pigmentation growing wide, nearly consuming the white of the eye, as energy began to gather like bubbles in a fizzy drink at the tip of his sword.

Rapidly, the shell chamber of the blade rifle spun, new rounds being formed in seconds as they were then drained into the collective mass still growing.

Finally, the third eye opened wider, the pigmentation glowing brightly as a single orb of energy formed at the tip of his gunblade.

Pulling the trigger, the orb of energy began dividing into countless beams of energy alligned with the soul rounds from the gun that were consumed. These beams of energy came up around Azrael and then proceeded him, like a scatter shot to thin out the arriving hollows for him.

*Azrael smiled as Corbins energy arched around him, turning numerous hollows to dust. A large hollow reared its head before him and opened its mouth wide, but with a horizontal slash he took its head in half, and using the remaining half of its head for leverage leapt higher into the air. As four or five drew up to meet him he held his white zanpaktou in fornt of his face*

CHIRE

*The petals swirled around in the wind and reduced the abominations to dust. Azrael smiled, but in the blink of an eye a sword blade came hurtling towards his face. Having almost no time to block he took a shallow blow to the shoulder and hurtled towards the ground, flipping bacwards to land on his feet*

You...

*A figure floated down to the ground and pointed a blade at him. The figure wore shinigami robes, and a captains coat identical to Azraels adorned with the symbol for 3*

Hashimoto Itachi...

Nice to see you remember my name, you abomination...

Corbin be careful, this is the captain I Killed to obtain my Shinigami powers...

Smirking up at Azrael, as he seemed to appreciate the assistance, Corbin then gave Sophus a vague wave of the hand, thanking for the aid. Turning on his heels once more, however this time raising the right boot slightly, a wave of flames washed ut over a handfull of minions before he scraped his right heel across the ground infront of him, and projected from the sparking spur a spear of fire that ran through several foes.

Holding reaver out to his left side, he quickly gathered the damned souls around him, as his eyes then fell on Azrael and his current opponent.

.:"If you could beat him alone, then what chance has he got against the pair of us.":.

Rolling his left shoulder as a blade glanced over the armour, he turned to face the pair, and before his first step, thrust the reaver blade through the minion's chest, leaving behind not but a drained corpse as the very essence was drained from within.

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As the battle raged on, Narok still watched, his eyes darting back and forth between the DeSeers and the Siren that sailed above. Turning his head ever so slightly, he without uncrossing his arms, gave a small pointing gesture with two armoured fingers.

At this instant, two figures in the back of the group hunched low, and with incredible speed darted out from the sides. Adorning large cloaks, the figures came to one knee at Narok's sides.

"Lycan, Corbin. Freak, the Siren. Go."

Glancing dowqn at Narok, curious as to his stratagy, Surt then watched as both cloaked figures vanished. One, down into the current fray, the other, back into the group.

Moments later, as Corbin stalked t'ward Azrael and his opponent, the cloaked figure that Narok had summoned appeared behind him, flying through the air in a lunge tackle. Catching Corbin around the waist, both the Cainite and Lycan went rolling across the ground, however seperated with ease. Corbin leapt to his feet, hunched low holding both swords tightly as his teethbegan to form more a traditional cainite structure, and the purple shade of his eyes and lips darkened as he snarled, the heaving expression letting a black mist flood out from his mouth.

Meanwhile, the Lycan threw off his cloak, revealing a bullet proof vest, black and red hair, long wolven ears and an obsidian tail. Around the lycan's waist, a belt complete with two holsters filled with both a silver modified revolver, and the other a golden revolver.

"I remember you. Trigger."

"And you, DeSeer. Your clan made my life hell, after I finally escaped the race wars of my homeland. You'd never let me rest."

Throwing his left hand out at his side, Trigger's knuckles quickly developed four vibrantly glowing pruple claws that ran down the backs of his fingers, and several inches past.

"I'll see you rotting right along side me in hell yet."

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Meanwhile, as the Siren Sophus soared high above, about to go on his quest to find Dagoth, a large demon amongst the ranks following Narok hurled with all it's might the second cloaked figure, this one curling up into a ball as it raced through the air t'ward Sophus. As the mystery assailant neared the Siren, the cloak was ripped to particle like shreds, lights gleeming all about the revealed figure as countless blades rapidly were produced from beneath his hide, and slashed in random directions before vanishing back beneathe the skin once again. This in turn made the figure into a wrecking ball, that with the faintest touch, would cut near anything to ribbons. Thin, short ribbons.

*allowing his concentration to waver momentarilly as corbin was tackled Azrael had to dodge a lunging thrust at his neck*

Don't let your eyes wander, your death is right here before you...

*Something was terribly wrong, although the battle in Soul Society for the captainship of squad 3 had been a tough one, this time around Hashimoto felt different, much more powerful*

Guess there's no time to lose...

BANKAI!

*Azrael released his white Zanpaktou, and the huge rows of swords raised up from the ground behind him. However his opponent merely laughed and raised his sword*

You fool, don't forget where you aquired this power...

BANKAI!

*Similar rows of swords grew up behind hashimoto and the two charged each other, their swords clashing like claps of thunder*

CHIRE
CHIRE

*As the two fought, the hundreds of thousands of razor sharp petals clashed in the air around them setting off a huge display of sparks. The odd petal cut into their bodies but most were simply nullified by the others*