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The Menos took a step forward as if to take up Shinzou's offer to attack. Mashiro, however, had not been idle while the Menos took his move. Mashiro drew his zanpakutou and jumped infront of the giant Hollow. Its white mask showed no emotion and only moved when it opened its mouth to release a Cero. The red energy drew into the Meno's mouth and was alomost full when Mashiro pointed his right index finger at the center of the mouth. " Hadou #4, Byakurai." The blue bolt left his finger at the same time as the hollow released the Cero.

There was an explosion around Mashiro and smoke was the only thing he could see. Outside the smoke ball the Menos still stood and was waiting for some sing of life. It moved forward and almost stepped on Shinzou as it got closer to the smoke ball. A voice came from the smoke: " What a bummer, I was wanting to show off and distroy you with your mouth open. It would have been a great story to tell everyone when this is over. But no you just had to ruin my moment and my you blew my scarf off!! The voice was Mashiro's and he was mad. The smoke cleared enough to see a dirst Mashiro and his neck showed. The scarf blew down to the ground at the Meno's feet, near Shinzou.

(( HEHE>>>> I dont know how too..... sweatdrop ))

(( Yay, the Menos don't have a chance with more people attacking them biggrin ))

Okojo stumbled more than jumped off the defeated Menos, blood on his lips. He landed on his hand and knees working on breathing to get enough oxygen working through his lungs again. He knew right then he couldn't go after another Menos. By the sounds of it, though, the Arrancar had left and the rest of his squad was helping out with the Giant problem. Head swimming, the bleach-blond flopped onto his back to rest for a few more moments. Either the remaining Hollows were fleeing for their lives, or just didn't find him interesting as he lay in the dirt.

Before his eyes could close on him, he sat up once more, not wanting to pass out before the battle was fully done. There was a ringing in his ears again as he stood for one more time, the pain of his lost arm starting to get to him a bit. He stumbled on his feet as he walked to a better area to see what was left. He had to blink several times to clear his eyes as they blurred a bit on him. The battle seemed almost done, but so did he.

(( 70 or more on the next dice roll, right? ))

(( I think I jinxed it o_o
*hides* ))

(( No. Look at Matt. It seems that once again, it was only my bad luck with dice... rolleyes ))

(( How is this?))

Mashiro looked at the Menos with a rage in his eye. The smoke behind him blew away as he raised his Spiritual Pressure. " Take this!" Mashiro cried as he raised his zanpakutou above his head. With one fel swoop he severed the Menos in two. It let out a loud yelp as it began disappering. Soon the other Hollows around Mashiro fled in fear. However, Mashiro would not let them get away so easily. He crashed into a group of Hollows and began to Slice and Dice them. None stood a chance as Mashiro's blood rage prolonged. It was night time before the last Hollow was distroyed and finally Mashiro calmed himself. Looking at the group he picked up his scarf and dusted it off. "So sad when that happens"

...As the Meno was destroyed, Amatsu fell to the ground. "Damnit..." He said before raising himself up. Stabbing his blade into the earth, he slowly rose to his feet. Amatsu wouldn't appear defeated to everyone else. Letting out a soft breath, Amatsu closed his eyes. Taking his blade from the earth, he placed it in its sheath. Glancing to the original place he remembered Mock being, he wondered if the Captain was fine. "Thats a Espada..." Amatsu said as now the area was clear for him to see. He saw what he would consider cute, Espada. But from lip reading he took it there was some untold relationship between Mock and her. Letting out a sigh, Amatsu brushed his hair out of his eyes, along with a little bit of blood. Glancing around the area once more he looked at his squad peers. It seemed he was the worse when it came to injuries. Shards of rocks in his back, a hole going straight through his ring finger, slice along his forehead from the bone like mask the Arrancar wore. Amatsu was in bad shape, but he could hold himself together till things blew over...

...Amatsu then started to walk toward Mock. His Captain. Amatsu was consider the newest person here. He hadn't even been introduce to anyone here. Amatsu just seemed to be a tag along, but just from this battle he felt as though he was slightly closer to them. Amatsu stopped about fifty feet from Mock. He wasn't sure if he should proceeded, or wait...