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Jin was in the cave watching the fighting and shaking his head. "This is nuts .... where are all the higher ranking fighters at? These poor guys here are getting their butts handed to them by the Arrancar's ... I'm gonna have my hands full today healing people up!!" Jin keeps a hand on his Zanpakutou just in case ....

((Too many people here fighting now .... confused ))

((Maybe we should make an expansion of this place, like make another thread with the cave so this could mostly be the action/fighting area, and the cave can be a meeting/healing/others area.))

((Before I post Kuuri, you said he was holding onto Opehlia's tail right? And crouching on her stomach at the same time? Is he holding on to anything besides the tail or is he just forcing her to the ground?))

[He's got his hands over his shoulders, behind himself to hold the tail, while he's crouched on her stomach... Both hands are on the tail, and he is forcing her to the ground with himself, since there already both hurdling towards it.]

Kuuri was startled by the third change in position, quickly being grasped by the arms.. He winced, as the increase pulsation lost its hint, and she continued her Paralyzing strikes, this time consuming her own body and his.... His eyes widened, as they hit the ground, with a cratering impact, the floor of the forest expanding, and outstretching... Kuuri was now crouched, one knee down to the ground, and the other up, his arms still held... He winced, blood continuing its decent, now slithering down his arms.. He still, however, continued the fight... None of his plans had been successful, yet he managed to keep going.. He managed to fight through every bit of pain she threw at him.... His body, thankfully, could handle the fighting... All the physical training wasn't for Naught, as he slowly trembled, raising to his feet, his arms still held by her... The ground beneath the two shuffled, and dirt swirled up about, as the hold locked, Kuuri on the bad end of it all... It was a mystery why he didn't break the hold, or if he even could...

For now, he merely made his way up to his feet, his head down and his body jittering ever so slightly, after each passing set of seconds... He slowly began to pant, seemingly about to lose consciousness... Suddenly, the ground shattered a bit and rocks began to mass and crumble, before pebbles from larger rocks floated... He flipped his face upwards, to face hers, before another pulsation signaled a strength increase yet again. He had quickly knocked his arms in a curving pose and threw himself from her, sliding back with a few steps, and picking up a small cloud.... He panted now, standing a few feet from her... "Y-Your good women... Smarter then you look, and act... I can now tell.. this stage won't beat you.." He dropped to one knee now, panting a few times as his head flipped back yet again, to show his face.. the sweaty hair dripped down, and blood was on his face, arms, and legs... He was wounded, but not mortally, as his spiritual pressure gave a special defensive layer on the inside to make him more durable... "I-I'll feel this pain.. later on... Till then... I gotta.. Turn it up.. Whatta ya' say..?" He slowly ran his bloodied right hand through his hair, his right eye twitching half closed, and the other opening more... He blinked a few times, then broke his calm demeanor for a playful smile..

"You got out of the attack.. the second you heard the name, along with my strength increasing quite bit... I got stamina... Just like you... Yet, I can take a hit..Unlike you." His voice deepened, and he took a step up, standing upwards and balanced... The rocks hovering about him crumbled, nearly dissintegrating from both powers standing within a yard of each other, within the smaller crater. Kuuri's suddenly pulsed, and continued to do this in a constant speeding pattern, until it was obvious it wouldn't stop... The ground beneath Kuuri rumbled slightly, as he popped upwards, levitating slightly... He took on a fighting stance, his legs spreading and widening, as his hands pronged... He suddenly blurred, appearing a few feet before the arrancar, and grunting as his arms blurred forward, a serious look on his blood-filled face... He had an obvious speed increase, his blur not following him but fading as he moved to help conceal his position.. At the same time, the Octave increases before were enough to hold her.. These, from mere sight, were stronger.. "Lemme keep up with ya', aye...?!!"

[Heh.. Kuuri don't go down that easy.. time to use those Abilities :3!!]

(( I was not aware . . . but that can be easily dealt with. ))

Charles stopped taking notes, freezing as a hand lands on his shoulder. Marco offers a heartfelt speech trying to explain his motives and reasons. In another time or place, he might have sounded like a promotional speaker for the rag-tag shimigami forces. Here, all Charles hears is a reiteration to what he had already concluded. All those wearing the black shihaksho want to go home, and at the moment those in power feel a direct assault is the best option. Their choices are to send what forces survive into an impossible battle. People like Marco and Charles? They are to follow orders and hope somebody respects them enough to listen to an alternative.

Following the order, he keeps his biting responses to himself. Still reverberating in him is the phrase respect is irrelevant. Respect, power, authority, none matter when somebody is right and uncontested. In youthful fashion, Charles can't help but wonder if a fresh look on the war would be helpful. After all, the old way of thinking is what got the world to this state.

Still, Marco obviously flew off the handle, and didn't mean to. Now he is remorseful and Charles looks over his shoulder with a weak smile. "Fair enough, no 'sir's anymore. And for the record, I am not usually so antagonistic-- just been a hard day for . . . " Looking out at the dwindling battle and a few screams of attacks that are capable of blowing the area to shreds ". . . everybody."

Turning slightly to face Marco, Charles raises an eyebrow. "I also note you didn't mention an answer to my question. Are we it anymore? Where is squad 12?"

Fighting an urge to react, Charles' suspicions raise at Marco's proposition. First he was berating the new shimigami for his views, and now wishes to champion them through channels? Something feels off there. A wave of caution flows through his mind, but it is vague. Caution about being paranoid, or caution of Marco? Hard to tell. Still, he knows from both training and understanding of a military hierarchy that this is how the rules are changed. The process is slow, but tested and effective. At the moment, Charles has only this option, but it relies on something that is in very short supply at the moment for anybody-- trust.

When Marco begins to talk about others, he lists names, but no ranks. Maxi, Victoria, Ringo, Kuuri. Those few with himself and Marco makes six. Squad twelve is reduced to around six or seven members? That dire thought reinforces his earlier thought that the war is out of hand and must change. Despite having been told that his opinion 'can be helpful', Charles keeps a lid on his feelings here. Having already voiced them, he merely nods solemnly as Marco's eyes gloss over and he remembers more than tells of previous encounters.

Turning back to his notes, Charles pauses. There is remarkably little left to fervently take notes on in the battle. Smirking he mumbles as he takes a few sparse notes, the voice barely audible. "Seen one devastating blast, seen em all . . ."

((Its okay with me that Doc quit lol, he sent me a pm saying P.s. ******** you Bicch. Which only proves that hes 11 years old and a dumbass lol and yea its too crowded here for me to fight Horatio, especially if everyone else starts attacking him too. I can handle Horatio, if your gonna fight someone fight Ophelia and help Kuuri lol And sorry for the above foul language, just relaying what that tool said =3))