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(Entering from wherever as well))

"Hey hey now..." Zeb pounded in, his reiatsu burning the ground around him "I heard my favorite words... 'A fight'." He smiled like an idiot, hoping that this was one of the bount. "I've heard about you guys... Supposed to have been massacred in the Labs..." he looked over at Zaine "Heya bud. Want a hand? If it's a tag-team... We should be more then enough." Smiling evilly as he drew Eefret and looking at the Bount. "My name is Zebediah Flamstel, and I'm the Fuko-Taicho of the Squad that created you..."

"Zaine... would you like the honors of beginning, or shall I?"

((Yay... an active match!)

"Dully noted..." Zeb spoke calmly as he analyzed what he could tell off hand, which wasn't much. "When in doubt... My master taught me to give 100%, and leave nothing out..." He spoke in a monotonous voice as he drew his zanpaku-tou. "Slice the core, burn the soul... Eefret Hanabi..." Zeb spoke fluidly as his odachi was engulfed in flames, lengthening the blade to a nodachi and giving it a slight redish-tint as it was covered in flaming plasma. As this occured, Zeb's reiatsu exploded out, as flame-like reiatsu began to scorch the air and ground around him.

Standing majestically, with his shikai released, he was easily the tallest person, and hopefully, most threatening man, the Bount had ever seen. "Zaine-san, please, prepare yourself as well... Bount are not to be underestimated in any circumstance... Use all means necessary to completely destroy him... we need to finish quickly, and check on other parties." Zebediah spoke calmly, trying to stress that there was a possibility that others would be having troubles as well.

"So it's finally time to kick this guy's a** then Zeb?" Zaine inquired with an almost relieved tone, glancing back to the bount he smirked at his continued assumption of superiority. "Are you ******** braindead? How many more times must I tell you that you severely underestimate your opponents before you realize that there must be a reason for me to keep saying it? Unlike you I don't like to utter meaningless s**t a thousand times, power is nothing if the person using it is themselves an inferior product." he said plainly, ignoring the droll attempts by the bount to rouse his anger by taking jabs his standing in the Gotei.

As soon as he caught the slightest bit of movement from the bount as he lunged at him Zaine had brought his zanpakuto up to catch the opponent's blade between the pair of sword blades that made up his unusual zanpakuto's form, turning in unison with the bount he allowed the man to finish his spin and disengaged his blades with a sharp call of metal on metal meeting and coming apart. "Well if you are that hasty at least let me get into a proper attire of sorts eh?" he commented dryly, with a sudden monstrous surge of Reiatsu his eyes lit up and he muttered, "Bare your fangs and Howl, Za Shotou Ookami!" Suddenly his body exploded into a brilliant, blinding light that completely and utterly removed him from the Bount's field of view briefly before dissipating suddenly as it came. The sudden lack of light could prove just as disorienting as the sudden presence of it, Zaine now stood with two large blades, one that was obsidian depicted an ivory wolf running across an open field, the detail was such that the picture seemed to move as the shinigami did, the blade in his left hand was of the purest white, with a similar design of a wolf on it, this one was running across across a lake view area, the very water appeared to shimmer and move even when at rest. Each blade lacked a guard in the classical sense but were trimmed with fur of opposing color to their respective blades and each possessed what appeared to be a wickedly sharp canine fang at the end of the hilt. Leveling the right sword at the bount easily he flashed a wicked and feral grin to his foe. "Let's get this s**t started properly then shall we? Son of the earth, Warbringer Blaze forth!" he commanded, the black blade erupted into a violent and blazing inferno that greedily licked at the open air around the shinigami. Bringing the blade to his side he suddenly shunpo'd the the left of the bount and attempted to slice the man in half with a mighty strike to the torso coming at an upward angle that started from Blume's shins in order to minimize the ease of dodging the attack. "Show me what you are really capable of you wordy b*****d!" he commanded.

(Wow, really rusty at the fights)

"An inferior product, huh? If only that were true... But it is not in the nature of humans, dead or otherwise, to utterly destroy an inferior product. No, they only seek out and kill those they find as opposition. We, Mr. Tsukioma, are your opposition. We are the ones who will bring you to justice." growled Blume. How could one such as Zaine, a disrespectful little brat, call him an inferior product. Having been momentarily too wrapped up in his own thoughts Blume hadn't thought to turn away from the man's release; a mistake he would pay for. As the light cascaded over the grounds and swept over him, Blume found himself staring into an expanse of sheer white. No shadows, no colors. His eyes had been bleached in the time it took for the flash to subside, leaving him temporarily blinded. "b*****d." He growled. Thankfully there was more than one way to track such an arrogant little p***k. He stretched out his senses as best he could, his hearing picking up the slight movements over the ground that his eyesight could not. A gentle swoosh permeated the air. 'Shunpo..' There was no definite way to tell where the man would be coming from. The rear would be the most obvious target, as most believed that covering your rear was the most difficult, but it was also the most predictable so it was doubtful that his opponent would risk it. The next easiest would of course be his right flank, as it was the side opposite to his weapon, and would thus take longer for Blume to provide a counter attack. He doubted this, however, because he believed that if Zaine was as arrogant as he was acting, he would surely want more of a challenge. The only two places left were his armed flank and his front so, taking a chance, he dove forward into a monkey roll. Spinning once he reached his knee he blinked hard, trying his best to gain his vision back.

"I agree. Sharing a nice stiff drink seems a much better way to resolve our differences in my opinion. But just as your zanpukatou would go into battle with you, so will I go into battle with the boy." Unlike his counterpart, Haupt began to back away from his opponent. He knew better than to test anyone without first knowing every little detail about them from their fighting style, to what they had for lunch the week prior. "I would have expected something very different from a Vice Captain of the Squad of Research and Development..." His comment was nothing short of interested. In fact, had it not been for the circumstances in which he now stood, he would have been more than eager to sit down with the man and discuss different sciences. 'Two fire-based zanpukatou?' It seemed far fetched that two people of similar rank would have such similar weaponry. "I must say, it's a good thing neither of you are going against Giaus. I'm afraid that the conflicting air current you three would create would cause some disastrous weather conditions for the Sereitei..."

[Sorry for the wait.]

"The heat is one part of my shikai... You'll see the true power shortly." Zebediah laughed wildly as his leg muscles absorbed some more heat, causing the cells that make them up to begin to rapidly gain a greater strength, allowing him to get marginally faster, quickly closing the gap between himself and the doll. "And incase you're wondering... I'm the Head Security for 12th Squad. I'm the Brawling Weapon Maker." Laughing maniaclly, he drew further power to his arm and blade, causing the heat to increase in strength as the ground began to burn with a greater intensity.

At the exact moment he spoke those words, he lunged forward with Hikanakon, slicing upwards with the blade, the plasma burning brightly. "Burn you damned doll. Burn, and take the shame of 12th Squad with you!"

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Well, this is... inconvenient.

Fefnir had sorely underestimated the strength of the sense-blocking spells which had been intended to keep him undisturbed by outside events. Even now, several crucial minutes later, he was unable to sense anything solidly, instead having flashes and waves of reiatsu from all over penetrate the mental landscape the captain normally had to call on when locating things. Without it, not only could he not follow the Bount back to his squad, he couldn't find the squad at all. It was like running blind; everything seemed, though completely visible, entirely foreign, without substance or shape.

"Come on, come on! Get it together," he said to no one in particular, rubbing his temples with the first and middle fingers on either hand, "Just focus. Clear this kidou bullshit out. People are depending on you to do this." Those fingers moved to his now closed eyes and pressed lightly, then gave way to palms. The captain made a mental note to discover who had placed the enchantments and punch them in the shoulder. Really, really hard.

On the plus side, though he couldn't feel anything very clearly, Fefnir was still completely aware of his own power and the influences on it. Once he had actually stopped and taken the time to examine his condition, he found that there were several points of foreign power at his joints and chest. As swift as a coursing river, with the strength of a great typhoon, he removed that s**t and felt the world come back into focus, just in time to be hit in the face with a wave of Bounto power, followed quickly by one shinigami, then another. It was obvious, but at least he could rest a bit easier. With two guys there already, he hardly had to lift a finger. Surely they could take care of it, so he just started to walk back to his office. A few smaller flares followed as he proceeded, attacks, nothing surprising from either side, but then, a feeling swept over him.

A pause.

Then he started running.

The Bount was getting stronger all the time, and if his power kept rising at this rate, there was no way two vice captains would be able to defeat him, especially with neither possessing bankai. This boy, the one in the glasses... he wasn't bluffing. If the others were as strong as him, the Sereitei was going to have a real problem. There was always the hope he could be reasoned with, but as a rule, no one in this world would listen to reason unless they'd been thoroughly beaten senseless. So, combat first, talking later.

Fef pushed some reiatsu into his legs and temples, and went to true Shukuchi paired with One Step Ocular Shukuchi, arriving a moment later, in time for the ground to split in several places, the force of his arrival adding new fissures to the earth in the Koi Pond. His reiatsu was easy to feel pouring from his legs, though it was invisible, and red was trailing from his eyes. The man in red stood ramrod straight as he faced the white haired boy, feet shoulder width apart, and with his hands folded behind his back, a truly military posture. Long red hair blew behind him with the force of the emerging power in front, empty crimson eyes staring not at the emerging armor, but its owner.

"Good evening, boy," he spoke, raising his voice just loud enough to be heard over the cacophony, "I apologize for my tardiness; I had some unforeseen delays. I am Fefnir Kamashiro-Shihouin, and I am the captain of the First Division, the Captain-Commander of the Gotei 13. I hope you're prepared."

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Whoever writes in BLOOD,
_____Does not want to be READ
____________But LEARNED by HEART...

Noticing the Captain-Commander, he acknowledged him with a nod. "Sir, leave this behemoth to me. Just let out as much heat as you can at all times... And don't worry. He's strong, but I'm too stupid to care." Zeb smiled at his own unique form of intelligence; that of utter stupidity and uncaring.

"You wish for me to come there? I shall deliver it with your demise!" Zebediah howled happily as he leaped forward, the garbled speech of the gargantuan armor easy enough for him to understand. As he lunged forward, his reiatsu accidentally gathering below his heels, and propelling his body forward quickly. As he moved faster then he was used, he began to release his reiatsu as a debilitating heat all around him. The heat began to meld with his movements, and shimmered around him. I... Can form mirages? He thought to himself as he began to notice this phenomenon around him. Putting this bit of information on the side of his mind, he pulled his dear Eefret to the side, and prepared for a slice.

"Burn the souls of the wicked, pure, and indifferent..." He said calmly as he jumped upwards onto the blade, and continued his massive run towards the monster armour along the length of the broadsword. He gritted his teeth as he gathered even more reiatsu into his arms, and - as he was taught it was a continuation of his arms- into his blade. Nearly instantaneously, the blade's plasma went from a constant red and blue to a white hot, signifying that these flames would be the hottest imaginable. The plasma even began to leap from the end of the blade, proving that this was his best technique as of yet."Burning Pyre Slash..." Zebediah spoke calmly as he slashed through the armour's torso, and landed neatly on the ground with the blade out-stretched in front of him. "It won't even matter..."

The plasma lived up to it's new technique name; it truly was a beacon for the end of a battle. It was hotter then ever before, and droplets surrounded the area of the slash, burning the earth, and spreading at a quick rate. This meant more heat in the air, and more heat for Zebediah to use as a energy source. "I know that your power is stronger then that you piece of s**t armour... But you're not much better... I've seen better pieces then you in history books."