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Kaosu smiled, cutting a little bit of his own palm. "You know how corny you sound?" He firmly grasped Haro's hand, feeling their blood mixing together. It sent goosebumps up his spine as he let go. "But I suppose it works all the same."

He grinned, drying the blood off on his pants. He thanked himself that he was smart enough to make a small nick. It wasn't anything incredibly runny or such. It just bled enough to do...whatever it was Haro did there.

He nodded, grin gone. "Don't die, Haro." With that, he walked up and stood in the front lines, behind the first row right behind Aichou. He noticed Rei there and smiled thinly. "I figured you'd be up here, Rei."

He looked at the captains, trying to keep them out of his conversation. "You asked me those questions earlier, but I fibbed a little." He looked at the gate, still inching it's way up. It was nearly up to their heads now, which meant that soon people could run under; the start of the peasant's attack.

"I don't fight for strength." He frowned a little, twirling his weapon in his hands. "My zanpakutou told me to fight to protect people. I fight just for the simple reason of fighting. I like it. I may not be as crazed as some are, but I'm good at it. It just so happens that most of the time I get my enjoyment out of fighting...as I protect people."

Kaosu blinked, bringing his scimitar up to his shoulder. "Just so you know, I'll back you up." Nudging Rei with his shoulder, Kaosu attempted a smile again. "Not that you'll need it, eh Mr. Antisocial?"

Haro took a deep breath and heaved a sigh as he stood there, he was worried about this whole thing. But when he saw Kaosu reveal his own blade and take a little nick out of it he smiled as he looked at him. "you know me Kaosu. I am the king of corney and out-dated gestures." Haro said with a laugh. "I actually think I saw that on an old country western in the human world." He said with a grin as he ran up behind him. His feet pounded against the ground and his heart matched their pace and their noise level. When they ended up beside Rei Haro just smiled, he didn't really know the guy, but hell, where was a better place to learn about somebody then on the battle field. "Hey there Rei. Nice to meecha. I am Haro, don't know if we have met, if we have then I forgot about it." He said with a smirk as he looked at the enemies ahead, waiting to see what would happen.

Hikari looks at those gathered and talking about family. With a sigh, she lets out a small whisper. "I don't really understand 'family.' What I do understand is I've got to fight to protect everything I know." She really hasn't told anybody about her life before the Seireitei, or even before entering Soul Society. It didn't matter if she remembered any of it or not. She didn't have enough experience for that to matter. To her, what matters is the here and now.

Sliding her katana over her sheath, Hikari's reiatsu begins to pick up and swirl around her. The air nearer her begins to feel denser, like she's drawing everything she can in. Through her own reiatsu spills small streaks of a red reiatsu which would identify the hollow within, if anybody could see it that is. It's so small that it could easily escape notice of even the most reiatsu aware. A scary smile spreads across her face. "It's time to come out and play..." Still sliding her katana across her sheath, the sound of metal grating metal can suddenly be heard. "Shurikesu, Munashii!" [Erase, Void!]

Without missing a beat, a plume of smoke hides the transformation of her zanpakutou. The sound of metal grating against metal could clearly be heard, but Hikari only one sword to begin with. When vision of her returns, she is holding two swords, a katana in her right hand and tantou in her left. The swirling sea of reiatsu in her eyes announces that she has done exactly what she just announced, unleashed her shikai. What wouldn't be seen is the thin layer of red already outlining the iris of her left eye, and that very eye squints as if to absorb the entirety of the surroundings.

Hikari's reiatsu is thick, and her killer intent may well drive the weaker willed away as it soaks into her strange reiatsu. The strangest thing is that the air around her twists, as if time/space around her has become distorted. She carefully moves her katana to rest beside and slightly behind her, leading with her left and tantou clearly ahead of her. This betrays a defensive stance, but the positioning of her feet are more offensive, poised and ready to spring. When she whispers, barely audible to those nearest her, it clearly announces what stance she has taken. A voice in her head carrying over her mouth. "Shuusoku Offensive Style..."

Upon close inspection of her two zanpakutou, it's clear that both blades are the pitchest black. They also have different kanji on them, announcing 'offense' and 'defense' on the katana and tantou, respectively. What's strange, however, is that the word that once occupied the base of the blade, 'mamoru' for 'protector', is now a blood-red script upon Hikari's forehead. The katana is much longer, now easily as long as the young girl herself. It is also almost perfectly straight; though, there is a deffinate curve to it. The galaxy-like swirl at the crossguard is now a cresent moon. A tassle also now hangs off the end giving the same brilliant gleam as the moon. The tantou is just long enough to be called a sword, and it has a unique crossguard. It actually stretches down to cover her upper arm. With that and the allusion of fire, it appears a better weapon at creating a shield than attacking with.

Nothing else was said as the man drew his own blades and he and Aichou moved with rapidity at each other; blades met, and they began their dance, their reiatsu mingling together in a swirling aura that spoke not only of hardship, but experience. The two fought almost like a pair of dancers, most likely due to the fact that they both knew each other so well. If it wasn't for the situation, watching them might actually be a beautiful entertainment; stroke for stroke, they seemed perfectly even with each other, even after all this time apart.


The enemy forces however, were anything but elegant. They ran past the two fighting, making a wave of bodies as they came. Still, the young shinigami would have the first blow; they were a bit slow in coming due to the massive group of them. The problem with large numbers coming through limited space was just that. The gathering was mostly men. There were few women in the group, though the ones that were there looked tough for commoners.

Karite looked out into the crowd and noticed women and children. He knew this was a battle he may not walk back from but he would never give up his honor for his life. He followed a code that meant more to him then the lust for battle he wanted destroyed.

Karite jumped forward and slashed down his blade onto a mans shoulder ripping it downwards. As he turned tor strike the high pitched scream from behind him he switched to his sheath. He figured it was a women or a child. He would deal with them in a less cruel way.

He swung his sheath low and tripped her knocking away her weapon and backing away to deal with another wave.

"Kaosu, if your out her don't you die. You owe me another fight." Karite said as he blocked off a blow from a rather tall man.

((what happened to the dice))

Haro smiled as he stood there amidst his comrades, he closed his eyes and he nodded to them all in turn as he looked around, the offer towards the family thing was not only towards Kaosu, it was an offer to each and every person that was standing there, fighting with him. He didn't have a family...and hadn't in a long time. He smirked as he stood there and looked at the others and he looked into the groups of people, all the poor souls who were fighting against the shinigami. He closed his eye tight, not wanting to look as they rushed forwards, but knowing what he had to do. He took the weapon off of his back and he reeled his arm backwards and then slammed it forwards, letting the scythe go flying towards the enemy. The scythe entered the first line flawlessly, slicing through the legs of men and women alike. On the battlefield one could not afford to care about sex, you had to instead be ready to kill anyone. A woman like Aichu could take you apart a thousand times before you scratched her. Hesitation against women like that was not allowed. He closed his eyes and he watched as the scythe turned around and came back towards him as called it to do so. He smirked as it began to swerve back his way and he smiled as he caught it, blood dripping from the blades. He then charged forwards into the crowd, the first line, besides those that had already been taken down with his zanpakutou hit him hard, a wall of boddies all throwing themselves into the fray. His wind was taken from him by a spear butt to the gut and he coughed heavily as he crouched down from the blow. The man whom was responcible then reverced the weapon and slammed it towards Haro's chest, the tip came dangerously close before Haro was able to lift his weapon against the man and deflect the blow. He then pivoted on his knee and spun, slicing the man's foot clear off. When he hit the ground the other blade slammed home, right through his heart.

(Dox's optional music for this scene: Within Temptation - The Howling)

Madness..?


THIS IS SPARTAAAA!


But in all seriousness, it was madness. As more of them fell, more of them came. As Aichou and Aikou fought, they moved their way through the wall of bodies, to the outside of the gates. Aikou nodded to what looked like a group in reserve, men and women in dark robes, who burst through the bodies, and seem to be a bit more..powerful than the rest. They're not quite Shinigami level, but they're a hell of a lot more competant than the rest of the wall of citizens coming into the mass. It's obvious that the enemy has trained these people; so they weren't just sitting down slouching.


It seems that each of the reserve warriors is squaring off with one of the students that is doing well; while Nagi's shinigami are entering the fray, the younglings, as it were, would have each an opponent of strength.


[Elite Forces:
#: 1 for each PC
Level: 5
Stats: On my sheets. too lazy to post them D=]

(in fronta me, on a wordpad. Made a generic level 5 character sheet, and will apply the same stats to everyone. More efficient that way. And shh, no more ooc in the rp threads. xD throws people off track.)