<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">Inwardly, Koichi smiled, seeing a side to Tentou that he had to admit he admired. His eyes carried a sense of true happiness as he settled into a position that was similar, if not identical, to Harribel's fighting stance. He leaned forward as he spoke, holding his pose at an angle that signified his eagerness to strike.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"Well, this is an interesting turn of events. If I didn't know any better, I'd say that this was your Resurrecion form."</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">He prepared for his strike, having no regrets about this fight, except maybe for having a feminine form in his first Resurreccion state. He closed his eyes, and his reishi levels began to skyrocket as he focused only on his blade and his opponent. When he re-opened his eyes, they seemed to glow intensely, and his reishi flowed freely from him and his weapon, seemingly encasing him in a pillar of midnight blue flames. He took a moment to whisper something to his blade that was indiscernable, then he vanished, a shockwave of sound resonating as he moved in for the final blow.<br/>
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Grimmjow spat on the ground to his side, not really caring whether or not Daisuke went after Nnoitora. He stabbed his blade into the ground as he gave a rather annoyed glare towards Shana.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#66ccff">"You know, even though I should kill you for ruining my entertainment, you ain't worth killing."</span><br/><br/>[color=CC99CC]"N-not worth killing? What the fuck kind of nonsense is that? We both know that we've both killed others that were weaker than me for lesser things. Now draw your da-"[/color]<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">Shana's voice was cut short by one thing. Grimmjow had grown tired of her and had shoved his hand through her chest, piercing her lung, since her Hollow hole had been where her heart should have been.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#66ccff">"I guess you talk too much. Anyways, I think I'll change my mind about you. I'll have my fun, then kill ya. That Shinigami can handle his own."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">Grimmjow said, running a finger across Shana's cheek.<br/>
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What he had planned for her, not even he knew. He was just making it up as he went along...<br/>
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Before Nnoitora could be followed, a young man who appeared in his early twenty's appeared before Daisuke. He wore an eyepatch over his right eye and had a turquoise marking on his right cheek, curving downwards towards the jawline. His mask fragments resembled a headband with the teeth in the center of his forehead hanging downwards. He held up a blade that resembled a rapier with a chakram embedded into the hilt an dsmall spikes protruding from the hand guard. He held the tip of the blade aimed at the Shinigami.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#33ffcc">"Shinigami-San, my name is Tesla, and I must ask that you continue no further. Aizen-Sama had sent that woman to interfere because Nnoitora-Sama is needed elsewhere."</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">-----<br/>
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Sensing that Jin was behind him still, Barragon snapped his fingers once, and a man who looked like a Native American with red tribal tattoos spread upon his torso. His mask took the form of a hawk-skull helmet with a tooth-covered section circling across half his cheek on either side.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff6666">"Barragon-Ou-Sama told me to escort you to your waiting place, Shinigami. Follow me."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00"> He said, walking down a side tunnel that would have otherwise gone unseen by outsiders.<br/>
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This Fraccion, who identified himself as Avirama Redder, led Jin down a rather short hallway, as opposed to the length of the halls he'd previously exited, then pointed to what a[[eared to be a hotel-style lobby, complete with a five star continental breakfast spread. There was even a fresh pot of coffee for those who drank it.<br/>
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Sitting on a couch and munching on a giant 'Texas' doughnut, was Neliel. Starrk stood near the coffee pot, calmly sipping the dark liquidated caffeine.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff6666">"This is where I'll leave you. Later."</span>