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Alder, still fully occupied by Furia's attacks, didn't realize that he and the Arrancar were locked in combat directly above Kasen and everyone else! However, he couldn't keep his attention away from Furia for more than a couple moments, or he'd risk taking in a deadly blow. Her attacks were terribly ferocious, and it took every inkling of his willpower and skill just to stay afloat. "I have to hand it to you-" The Vice Captain narrowly evaded a slice to his right arm, and parried, aiming a slash at her left thigh. "-I never would've suspected someone could keep up with my swordmanship...I thought I was the best around here!" He said with a laugh, though it was cut off as Furia's blade met his skin, narrowly slicing his left shoulder as her blade passed. A slow trickle of blood went down to his left hand, and a drop of blood landed directly in front of Maikeru, alerting him to the two above. Since they were both masking their reiatsu, the others wouldn't be able to sense them unless they were EXTREMELY well tuned in reiatsu detection, a skill only demonstrated by captains and members of squad five, along with a handful of exceptional Vice Captains.

"Damn....at this rate, you're going to beat me in no time." Alder noted with a chuckle. Once her blade had went over the Vice Captain's shoulder, he'd snatched her wrist, temporarily preventing her from slashing him again. "I'm sorry to say...but I can't let this last forever, you know." He merely chuckled as he aimed his free palm directly at her chest. Alder was gearing up to use a Kidou on her; at this point in time, there was no trick too unfair if it meant finishing this battle quickly. "Hadou Number 32....Okasen." From point blank range, Alder fired the wide, powerful arc of yellow energy at the Arrancar, hoping to finish her off once and for all.

A satisfying kill. Blowing a hole right through the Aduchjas. It allowed a little of it's blood to trickle down onto Orsumil's face before it died. Presumably falling to one side or the other as it was no longer able to hold it's own weight. Good. That was that. No longer was there any need to get involved because if those mere Hollows were that powerful then it would be safe to say that the Arrancar would be stronger still.

Now. To nurse his wounds. Obviously while he'd taken no major damage he had been hit by sharp rocks flying around and cutting his skin as well as skidding under the Hollow barefoot on a pavement (or at least the ruins of it). To have come out of any battle without the slightest wound would have been a miracle.

Of course. Fate had decided that Orsumil would rejoin the fight before he'd had a chance to properly sit down or grab some bandages off a team mate. Those crazy Hollows. Always attracting one another to the fray. You had to kill them quickly or things just got out of hand way too fast. Like they were now with Hollows encroaching on their position from all sides and three Arrancar presumably of Vice-Captain or higher class.

Orsumil was powerless to act. As he got into a fighting position a whiff of that not exactly pleasurable smell was delivered. Knocking him right out of his fighting posture temporarily. What on earth did Arrancar eat to smell like that? Did they wash? Were there even showers in Las Noches? Who knew really. Who cared more to the point. The smell was simply not appealing and what was the best way to deal with a smell? Destroy it obviously.

The battle had already begun while Orsumil had been standing around watching. It was clear. This was a powerful Hollow as it had shrugged off the attack of another Shinigami. One he presumed to be more powerful than him. Not to mention he'd fired an almighty Cero. One Orsumil would have second thoughts about trying to catch if ever he had the chance.

So. In that case. If the best Shinigami weren't able to damage this Hollow then teamwork was a necessity. Be it a sneak attack or a combined attack. They had to prepare something powerful enough to force the enemy clad in white to think twice about invading the mortal world.

"Hey! You lot!" Orsumil shouted to his colleagues with a hint of desperation that was nigh on unnoticeable. Even to the speaker. "Get over here! I've got an idea." Orsumil regretted saying that just a few seconds after saying it. If they all huddled together they'd be even easier to hit with a cero potentially though also they might have the power to repel one together too.

Orsumil's mind began to tick. He tried to work out a way to combine their powers. He'd seen Kyo. Lightning. He'd seen Zaine who could fire ice from his swords presumably. That Kansen fellow could fire arrows. Maikeru remained a mystery though. Hopefully they could put something together as a team.

~"Furia, the Enraged Ringmaster."~ (Arrancar Class Hollow)

As soon as Alder had began chanting, Furia had placed her hand in front of his, and desperately began to charge a Cero. This Vice Captain meant business to use a powerful Kidou like that in the beginning of their fight. When the pesky Shinigami's attack fired, her Cero was premature, but did its best to soften the blow, taking away nearly three fourths of the attack's bite. Without further warning, the Arrancar was blasted to the side of a building. Where she hit, there was a hole, dust and debris clouded the air inside and a short ways outside the building, and Furia was nowhere to be found. It was obvious that she wasn't dead, however; that would've been impossible for an Arrancar of her power level to die from. More rather, she was probably waiting for the right time to strike, when Alder's guard was invariably down. This would further bolster her efforts in killing him with a tactical blow, instead of dragging on the fighting without end.

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"It's simple." Orsumil was happy with the number of people here to help with the attack for now. At this level there was no doubt they could pull something together sure to be nasty. Something to scare off an Arrancar. An attack of that level seemed to be totally beyond any of the individuals gathered here; but together with their powers combined it was not unlikely that they could give him some trouble.

"We combine our powers for one big attack. What you all got in your arsenal?" Orsumil whispered to his compatriots. Arrancar were usually superhuman physically and so he didn't want the Arrancar to be able to hear. Not that he couldn't simply use a sonido to appear right next to them.

"I'll open the gateway for our combined attack to travel through. Meanwhile we need to figure out a way to combine our powers." Planning in the heat of battle was not particularly clever. Not only could you not think properly but there was also the chance that your opponent could sneak up on you and run you though before you'd even seen him. Someone had to be a distraction for this plan to really work and how lucky it was that two of the members of Squad 10 had not come to his beck and call. Surely they would fight the enemy off (or so Orsumil hoped).

Vicente watched the ongoings of the shinigami beneath him with relative amusement. One of them had sent several coins flying at him at relatively high speeds, but as they had simply ricocheted off of his hierro, he payed them little mind. The thing that did interest him, however, was that a rather large grouping of the shinigami had decided to gather together in a huddle. Well.. it was kind of a huddle. In reality it was more like a grouping. Regardless of semantics, Vicente was intrigued by the shinigami. In numbers such as this, there was a small chance that they might be able to give him a good fight. At least, he hoped that was the case. He had grown quite bored in his time away from Soul Society. A laugh tore from his mouth, and he moved with a static burst to an area just barely ten yards from the group.
"Have you forgotten something?" His head tilted to the side lightly, and his eyes shone a brilliant silver hue. "You do not have time to sit here and squabble amongst yourselves as to how you are going to fight me." His reiatsu skyrocketed, and his face broke into a malicious snarl. "If you plan on fighting, do it now. I like to play with my food a bit before eating it."