The War of Four: The Alliance of Blood and Shadows

The Meet! Reunion of the Best kind
"Ah...Ah...ACHOO!" Hyōryū sneezed aloud, clinging tightly to her additional black winter cloak as their "transport" the Dragonbird, flew them over the cloudy covered snowy peaks of Aether, homing in on their destination after a good day's flight already. It was only a week ago when Angelika gave Hyōryū notice that she along with Oliver were to accompany her to the Meet with the Black Blood Sect. Having never been to a Meet before, Hyōryū listened long and hard to Angelika's explanation as how the history of V-14's very existence stemmed back to the Sect, as well as its streams of provisitional jobs and reccommendations, as well as the fact that Enrico is a agent of the Sect and has been for a very long time.

Now, after deciding to use the Dragonbird again due to the predicament of the Gotei 13 and the Inner Circle on the look-out for them, they began their long and agonizing flight towards their Meet destination, which this time is at its usual and oldest founding location. Aether, the Land that bordered the Cracked Valley and the mountains that bordered the Soul Society's borders and the glacier vallies nearby. Their flight had been agonizingly long, and cold as they got closer to Aether's mountains, guiding through the cold and wet clouds that held frozen water particles almost constant, creating a perfect camoflauge for those who didn't know the way to where they were going.

"I-I-I d-didn't know w-w-we were go-going t-to the North P-Pole, boss!" Hyōryū tried to joke as her teeth chattered, sitting behind Angelika at the farthest most position of their transport's saddle, with Oliver in front and Angelika atypically in the middle.

"S-s-shows you t-to wear l-less skimpy c-c-clothing, doesn't it?" Despite her speaking to Angelika, Oliver was the first one to retort back to her. However, despite his taunting words, it was clear that he was suffering just as much as she was despite wearing a heavy coat over his usual clothing.

Angelika was breathing steadily, the only sign of her own discomfort in the cold was her own slight shivering. However, her voice maintained a steady pattern. "I did inform you that it would be moderately chilly during our flight path..." She answered, holding her arms close to her body. "If you're that cold, you should have brought a much heavier winter attire."

"I-I-It'd we-wear me d-d-down when I-I hav-have to fight, b-b-boss," she protested, holding the coat over her, burrying her face within its confines to the point of almost muffling her voice underneath its heavy clothing garments, "and I-I di-didn't kn-know we'd actually travel through the m-m-mountains to get to the "unnaturally" w-w-warm Meet area, wh-which y-y-you still remain sketchy on d-d-details!"

Angelika smiled amusedly, turning her head so that she could look over her shoulder at Hyōryū. "Well..." She began, chuckling a little. "If I told you every little thing, then you wouldn't be able to have a good learning experience considering you've never been to one of these meets before..."

"F-f-fuck, I n-need a cigarette..." Gritting his teeth, Oliver reached into his own coat pockets in an attempt to look for one. "Hyō, you happen to have a lighter on you?"

Hyōryū chattered her teeth with a bland look on her face, comically pouting her lips as she heard the question, "D-D-Do y-y-you h-honestly b-believe y-you c-could get a-a l-light with these w-w-winds?! H-Has the c-c-cold frozen y-y-your brain a-a-already?!"

"I c-can t-try, d-damn it!!" Oliver snapped, one of his eyes twitching as he continued to fumble for a cigarette. "Now where the f-fuck did I-- AHA!" He immediately whipped out what he was looking for, twirling one in his fingertips but making sure to keep it so that it wouldn't get blown away by the winds. "G-got one!"

"S-So do I," Hyōryū bit down on her lips to keep her teeth from chattering, but had a cigarette already wedged within the side of her lips while looking smug, "n-now...I have...this...lighter," she unveils a cigarette lighter she kept hidden within her cloak, using her own body heat to keep it from freezing the fluids within, before she began sparking it, attempting to get a flame near her cigarette.

After the 11th attempt, a throaty chuckle of victory came from her as she got her cigarette lit and allowed a enriched puff of smoke to enter her mouth before exiting her nose, "Need...a...light...partner?"

Angelika could only roll her eye, turning her head away from them when Oliver turned to look over at Hyōryū. His grin grew even wider, and he stopped twirling his own cigarette. "Sweet!" With that exclamation, he extended his own cigarette to Hyōryū's light. "Thanks, pally!"

"Nice to see you too actually getting along for once..." Their boss commented.

"He...wouldn't...stop...whining...if...I didn't," Hyōryū said while extending her lip-locked lit cig towards Oliver's, even as he precariously reached around their boss to do it, she successfully shared enough heat to light the paper-rolled source of delusionary warmth.

Once again, Angelika was curious enough to look over her shoulder again to see what was going on.

The scene she was introduced to was rather... cute, to say the least. Instead of reaching with just his arm, Oliver had kept his own cigarette in his mouth out of the fear that the flame would go out quicker if he didn't. He was giving a slight glare towards Hyōryū for her comment, but chose to say nothing towards it. It looked like a kid sharing a scarf with a crush he had. It made her chuckle a little.

"Be thankful Anton wasn't here. God knows what he'd say about this little exchange..."

"W-wait a minute, what--?!"

Oliver's eyes widened in surprise and alarm, not out of embarrassment, but out of the thought that he may have fallen for some sort of joke that had missed his mind. He quickly pulled himself away, directing his shocked gaze and quirked eyebrow towards his boss.

"What?!" Hyōryū spoke out loud, almost losing her cigarette in the process, as a crimson blush ran up her neck and uncomfortably warming her face, albeit slightly welcome considering the circumstances, "y-y-you're not...we're not...I-I mean...errrrrmmm...forget about it please!" Her face steamed as she bowed her head, her bangs hiding her eyes as she uncharacteristically felt very embarassed by the joke tossed her way by her own boss. She wished they were there right about now...to at least save face.

"Ha ha ha ha ha~!!!"

This earned a hearty set of laughter from Angelika, and she turned her eye away from Hyōryū. "Relax, Frau Fūsoku! It was only a joke!" She said lightly, turning back to her frontward view. "I wouldn't have thought you would get so flustered over something so trivial..."

"...yeah..." After giving Hyōryū a questioning glance, Oliver turned his own attention to the front. His eyes widened in surprise, however, and he leaned towards the left and pointed below him. "Hey, boss. Is that the place you were talkin' about?"

Hyōryū's blush receded as she looked past the thinning veil of clouds, behelding a most magnificent sight.

They arrived at their location, would be putting it mildly. Descending the usual pattern of stocky, rigorous snow-capped mountains was a sheet of ice that could pass off as a natural valley, despite it beind at mid-level with the mountains themselves, with deep trenches that had been mined out thousands of years ago and has such set a rythym of manual labor.

Their location for descent was a beautifully enamored, obsidian-white glittering ice fortress, a number of speckled figures around it showed its vastness and true scope of his height. The architecture truly rivaled anything of the current age, and a faint trace of a ancient underground ice-cracked highway could be seen trenched towards another smaller, yet not in the least breathtaking as its bigger counterpart.

Needless to say, the chosen place to have the Meet, was not only out of the way, but also gaining in surprising warmth compared to the rest of the peaks that howled with icy winds and constant snow-packed clouds.

"Excellent..."

With a few clicks of the tongue, Angelika prompted the bird to change direction and descend towards the facility. "I see it hasn't changed much since the last time I visited it..." She muttered to herself. "They must've been keeping it monitored closely..."

Hyōryū whistled out loud as they descended towards a glowing dotted landscape, reminiscing as a makeshift ice-packed landing pad. A few other modes of transportation were also gathered, such as a mechanical avarice of a flying machine...a few other birds closely kin to the Dragonbird, and a handful of dark robed guards monitoring the steeds and vehicles at all times.

One particular robed figure waved them down to a empty area for them to land, with makeshift tents and heaters set up for the steeds to reside in as well as other vehicles, making a temporary, aerial camoflaughed hangar.

With Angelika's directing, it didn't take long for the bird to descend completely, landing in the empty space they were given.

"And here is our stop, ladies and gentlemen!" Oliver exclaimed, letting the bird touch down before slowly sliding off of the bird's back. "Please take any possessions with you on the way out. Thank you!"

Hyōryū dropped off the bird, and wrapped her cloak, finding it surprisingly less chilling than the atmosphere they had to brave earlier. "Damn, its f'ing vacation compared to our ride here...what the hell do they use to make this place so much warmer?!"

"It's all a matter of good technology."

Angelika slipped a hand into her coat pocket, reaching in to pull out her ID in order to confirm her status as a Meet member as she explained. "Because of the requirement of these meetings to be secretive, there is obviously a heavy monitoring of the few locations they could be secured. Each one is suited to their environment as perfectly as possible while still retaining a comfortable feeling for residents. All in all, I think you'll find it quite cozy."

"I hope so..." Oliver muttered, moving his smoking cigarette in his mouth and looking around. Somehow, it had not blown out - something he was both amazed at and thankful for. "At the very least, it better be good than the bars we're stuck with in the Rukongai."

"Oh, trust me... it'll be much better than those..."

"I wonder if they're as good as those spill that Shito dude told you he was going to treat you, eh Oliver? You maneater you!" Hyōryū grinned slyly smoking her also unblown cigarette, puffing small circles of smoke as she walked alongside her masculine companion.

"And now you're calling me gay." Oliver deadpanned, his arms hanging at his sides and his shoulders drooping moderately. "Oh no, it wasn't bad enough that there's an increasing chain of individuals questioning and or threatening the existence of my testicles, but now my sexuality's being taken into consideration!" A sarcastic smile was on his face, and he made emphasizing gestures with one of his hands. "What's next? Am I suddenly going to become a girl and grow massive tits?"

"You sound as if these accusations are a daily thing for you." Angelika commented lightly, stopping at the entrance of the place.

"More like a fuckin' conspiracy!" Oliver countered. "First there's the tsundere, a.k.a., Hyōryū, which I've come to expect. Then, Shadō - I repeat, Shadō, of all people - starts to retort with the exact same shit! Then, there were those two whores of Omega Team, and finally Yajū. All of them seem to take fondly of standing straight, folding their arms across their chest, and saying "Show me your balls, Mr. Holmes, for I do not believe they exist!" I ask you, what in the hell decided to spur this particular taunt onward, huh?"

Hyōryū snickered as they walked towards the magnanomiously large, crystalic doors that almost took akin to a shimmering ray of obsidian and transparent white, constantly shifting in rythmitic pulses, "Well...maybe its the fact you're a douche bag and you can't shut you're freaking trap to save your life? That usually begs you for the worst kinds of attention, y'know?"

"Oh, I'm sorry..." Oliver drawled. "The last time I did that, I ended up being mocked and insulted for it. So I kind of have a history with standing around and being quiet..."

Meanwhile, a pair of robed men flanked a beautifully fair skinned woman, whom bore a ceremonial dress as she walked towards the group of V-14. She smiled softly and bowed her head, "Welcome back, Angelika Hartmann. It has been sometime. I don't know if you recall, but my name is Athena Karoi, the envoy and the attendant of the Keeper, Veritas. It has been sometime since we last seen each other," she then glanced briefly at her two subordinates with a sparkling, bright curious look before looking back to the eyepatched woman cordially, "how has your journey faired?"

"It was quite cold..." Angelika admitted, tilting her chin up a little and looking Athena in the eyes. "But I'm glad that the heaters are still in place. All in all, our journey went without any problems." She smiled, extending a hand towards the woman. "It's good to see your face again after so long, Frau Karoi."

"Please, you can call me Athena," Athena said after taking her hand and clasping it with her other, the two hands were quite warm as she momentarily brushed them in a friendly manner, "you should know you don't need to be formal around friends and allies, Angelika."

The German woman closed her eyes and chuckled a little, somewhat amused at the statement. "I know. But it's just the way I grew up. You can't help but keep something you've grown up with all your life, after all..." She answered, slowly pulling her hand away from Athena's and returning it into her pocket. "I hope you don't mind it too much..."

Peeking around her shoulder, Oliver curiously eyed the woman and gave a whistle. "Nice duds." He commented. "That a uniform for your group, or something just for the meet?"

"You're the Captain of Subtlety, Oliver," Hyōryū muttered sarcastically with a blank look on her face, sideglancing him as she did so with slitted eyes.

Athena smiled, nodding her head in understanding to Angelika, "Good habits like that are hard to break, for that I don't fault you for it, Angelika."

She then turned her attention to her two subordinates, a sudden twinkle flashed in her eyes as she emphasized with a wave of her hands down her dress, "This is the proper ceremonial dress that every of Veritas' Second wears during the Meet. While I do have more flexible attire available, its always been traditional to stick to the ways our Sect has always asked of us."

This caused Oliver to give out another whistle. "Good to know that there's still people that prefer to stick to tradition.." He commented, grinning a little. "Makes me jealous that we came casually--"

"All right, Oliver..." Angelika said sarcastically, rolling her eye. "You can talk to your new friend after we're done and done with this..." She ignored the snort that came from him, turning her tone to Athena. "If you would, please take us to the meet location, I wish not to keep anyone waiting."

"Oh!" Athena fist-palmed with owlish-blinking eyes, comically announcing, "I was going to tell you...you're the last ones here! Must have slipped my mind," she laughed sheepishly before turning around with a subtle flourishing of her dress, followed by her guards and now the V-14 representatives.

"Wait," Hyōryū suddenly asked Angelika with a low tone with interest, "just how many groups are here at the Meets usually? In terms of mass, are we talking about more than the Central 46 judges, or are we talking about the size of the Gotei 13's Captains?"

"I cannot say for sure..." Angelika said simply, closing her eyes and breathing a heavy sigh. "But I can guess. With the potency of strength, size would be comparable to the likes of the Gotei 13 Protection Squads, if not greater. And that's not limited to just the Captains..."

"We're not a purely military organized group," Athena said admittedly, allowing herself to turn her head so she could sideglance them as she led the way gracefully, "but because of the wide array of exotic, skilled, and unique assets each group brings to the Sect its what makes us stronger than any ordinary army or police force ever could be. This fact has been recorded within the Keeper's Sanguis Scripturae, as it was said that the last time the Sect gathered for a joint-war effort, the entire Border Patrol Force of Yūrei's Police Force as well as even the demi-god Guardians were nearly wiped out within a single day."

"No foolin'?!" Oliver asked incredulously, quirking both his brows and widening his eyes. That very fact sent a shudder down his spine. To know that Yūrei's Police Force had suffered so many casualties in a single day was quite a revelation to hear, and it made him all the more grateful he was on their good side.

"When proper strategy is employed, even a fighting force of a few can decimate a incredible force of many, Oliver," Athena said with a knowing smile, winking at him before turning her head back forwards, "I've heard great tales of how V-14's coordination and combined strength, emphasizes the very based aspects of what the Sect can accomplish."

"You can thank our boss mostly on that end," Hyōryū pointed a thumb proudly to Angelika, smiling toothily, "she's the best bad ass of our group, and cause she knows where to point us in the proper direction."

"A master of the sword can only operate to her fullest with the actual weapon..." Angelika commented, lightly shrugging her shoulders. "Any all credit goes to all contributors. Still, it's nice to see V-14 compares to a core aspect of the Sect."

"Of course it does," Athena said as they turned left, towards a wide open crystalline corridor of shimmering black and whites, a large mineral-carved door stood there with old ancient runes laid over the front of it in a rectangular pattern according to the twenty foot tall gate, "you wouldn't be part of the Sect if you represented it in one form or another."

Hyōryū let out a low whistle, that inadvertently echoed through the hallowed halls of the crystal citadel they traversed in, "That is a pretty big, pretty door."

"Whatever's inside must be ten times cooler..." Oliver chortled, grinning from ear to ear.

Athena stood at the base of the door, with the robed guards standing back a pace ahead of the others, as she graced her hands against the crystalline-obsidian surface. She then backed up, clasping her hands in what appeared to be a prayer, speaking aloud in a chant, "Oh those of the sacred trust given to me, hear my words! Through the abyss rises the tainted dragon, who roars out the unknowable voice to all those with ignorance! Through the ice rises the fire of a undying will, from which blood was split from the first! In the name of that trust, I awaken you!"

THRUUUUUUM!

A low reverberation emanated throughout crystalline tower doors, all of which caused the runes to glow and almost...hum in response of her prayer. And slowly but surely, the door opened silently without creaking or cracking as other doors would, sliding open for all the onlookers to see.

Within the room was a near pitch black surface that represented the flooring, which seemed to ripple like water yet was as solid as any other surface within the citadel they resided in. The walls rose up in archaic carved symbols, with runic symbols emblazoning them. The chamber itself was wide and massive, with a rectangular walkways that allowed anyone to observe the Meet as well as observe the ancient symbols engraved within the crystalline-obsidian surfaces.

Within the top of the spire-like ceiling was a series of shimmering lights from pure blue crystals, that created a natural and aesthic light to shine down on the middle recess of the chamber, where a rectangular, center hollowed table resided with obsidian mineralized chairs were, each with a three meter distance from each seat, numbering in over forty two seats in all.

Around sixteen to seventeen of these seats were already occupied, all of which in various postures and overshadows of individuals that occupied them in their own way and disposition.

"Welcome," Athena said after dramatically raising her hands to the air and twirled her dress-garbed body to face the members of V-14 fully as she backed up into the amazingly immaculately created chamber, "to the Hallowed Hall of Shadows."

Needless to say, Oliver was rendered speechless.

His eyes dilated, and his mouth fell open at the sight at the area. The incredible lightning as well as the decorative symbols and water-like floor. "Holy...shit..." Was all he could say, nearly rendered frozen to the spot where he was standing. The look of the place more than made up for the fact that it was named "Hallowed Hall" - a trait that could be easily mocked.

"Is this where the good bad guys go when they die? I feel like I'm in heaven right now," Hyōryū said in bemusement as her own eyes bugged out with comical drama from the amazing splendor displayed around them from within, that almost made the entire structure outside seem like a mere canvas for a masterful painting within.

Angelika herself gave an impressed whistle, her own expression conveying her composed amazement. "Saying "welcome" wouldn't feel so necessary in such a high-quality room like this...." She said lightly, being the second to step inside after Athena.

"Its been the duty of countless Seconds of the Keeper to do so, regardless of the magnificent splendor our ancestral predecessors made here," Athena explained with a understanding smile as she walked towards the liquid "carved" stairs that sloped towards the rounded eliptical center of the room, where all the others of the Sect have gathered and waited, "though I can understand through the majority's perspective, the words seem more hollow than necessary for such a work of art such as this."

"What's with the liquid?" Oliver furrowed his brows and frowned as he fell in step with his colleagues, his eyes drifting towards the water-like substance. "Sure, I know this place would be better looking awesome, but I'm just getting the feeling that something like this would be pointless unless it was for other reasons..." He stopped momentarily to kick at one of the steps, just to see what it would do.

CRACK!

The substance, despite its fluid appearance on the surface, was incredibly dense to the incredibly inept impact, reflecting the force like any harder mineral would, except harder than anyone would expect.

"That, Mr. Holmes, is more of a security system the Hallowed Hall has than an actually insignificant floor," Athena said, stifling some of her laughter at the scene Oliver made the failed attempt kick, "all those who step within this room when the Second clears them as comrades or allies, keeps the floor and walls from...well...evicting you out in a very unpleasant manner."

The blonde quirked an eyebrow, lowering his foot and silently thanking himself for not having kicked too hard, as he was sure the liquid would've cracked his toes. "Oh... security system... right..." He muttered, rolling his eyes a little at the revelation. In truth, he had been expecting something better than a simple security system. But then again, what else could there be that was useful?

"What exactly does it trigger?" Hyōryū asked curiously as they walked at a casual pace towards the table where the other Sect's members were gathered.

"Oh, a number of things," Athena said vaguely, before she winked at her, saying in addition, "but that's also a energy barrier that divides this room from the Keeper's...quarters."

"Oooooh, "quarters"!" Oliver raised his hands up and wagged his fingers in a comically spooky manner - a mocking emphasis on Athena's statement.

"Dumbass," Hyōryū rolled her eyes and walked ahead of Oliver, with Athena looking slightly perplexed at Oliver for a few moments.

Athena then turned to Angelika and leaned down, half attempting to keep her voice down, "Are you sure this is the Mr. Holmes you spoke of? He seems...a bit dim in comparison of what you described."

"I was certain you would say that..."

Angelika half-lidded her eyes, lowering her head a little as well as lowering her voice. "Herr Holmes is not one to flaunt his efficiency and make it too clear to anyone else..." She explained. "He is quite a handful the majority of the time, but I assure you that everything I have spoken to you about him is nothing but the truth. Please don't be discouraged by his rough behavior."

"Ah! I see," Athena nodded in understanding, smiling with a bit of reassurance, "so his antics are just a mere front or a curtain for the professional and man he really is inside? I best not to make surfaced judgements like that again, despite how...incredible their actions are."

"Would you get over here already?!" A voice coming from the chair next to a muscular, fur collar jacketed man with round oval shades, "do you guys like flapping your jaws or something?!"

Hyōryū snarled, pointing at the other guy, saying back, "What about you?! Is your butt too blue and you have to cry at everyone about it for sitting on your ass for too long?!"

"Why you?!-"

"Easy, Hiroi," the shades-wearing man, obviously the leader of the two grabbing onto his younger subordinate's shoulder before pulling him slowly down onto the seat. He already sensed his partner was about to leap at her, "no need to get so riled up about a little banter."

As Oliver snickered at Hyōryū's response, Angelika leveled a slight glare towards the man for the blatant display of disrespect for her person. However, she did not say anything retaliatory herself towards it; now wasn't the time for it. "My apologies..." She said coolly. "Getting acquainted with old friends tend to derail one from the situation at hand. Athena, would you be so kind as to direct us to our seats?"

"Of course," Athena said with a nod, walking in a peaceful and graceful manner as she led the way. The guards who had been presently at her sides had mysteriously vanished, and now left the three members of V-14 to take their accustomed seats.

On their way, a number of individuals could be seen sitting in various postures. Some looked their way curiously at Angelika's new aides while others didn't bother looking in their direction. Strangely though, a great deal of seats weren't filled as there were since the last Meet occured, something that would be noticed by Angelika for as long as she had been going to them.

"These are your seats," Athena said, splaying her hands out to the three seats of obsidian mineral composite, almost identical to what the floor was made of, yet lacked the collascence and fluidity that the ground took. The backs of the chairs rose up in almost throne-like proportions with elaborately enamored designs embroidered into the arm rests, while leaving no real cushions to speak of on the back of the seats, "please sit now, while I go see to the Keeper. Feel free to become acquainted with any new faces you see here."

Hyōryū politely bowed to Athena, before grasping the seat almost cautiously, not wanting to mar the immaculate looking seats for fear of having to pay for it later. When she sat on the chair and scooted up, she realized the material was soft eloquently carved, it was almost comfortable without a cusion to her back or on her arms. "Nice..."

"Ok, now I know you're bull-shitting me." Oliver muttered, quirking an eyebrow and walking over to his own seat. He eyed it with skepticism, frowning but turning himself around. "If this is made out of the same material that the stairs are, you must have a hard a--ooh!" However, was abruptly silenced when he allowed himself to sit down, immediately finding comfort in the seat. "Ok, never mind what I just said. We need one of these at our HQ!"

"If it isn't being torn apart by the crows by now..." Angelika muttered dryly and somewhat in annoyance. "Moving from one location to another is quite the annoyance..."

"Still can't maintain your discrepancy even after all these years, Herr Angelika?" Victor spoke up, the first time he's spoken since arriving as his lone eye opened halfway to meet Angelika's gaze just across her on the table a few seats to her right, "I guess I shouldn't be surprised. With how...loud your team acts in your missions, I wouldn't be surprised if the whole Gotei 13 knew where you all lived."

"Hm?"

Angelika's lone eye widened in surprise when she heard the voice, her ears twitching a little. "Victor...?" She muttered, almost to herself as she gazed upon him. "Well, I guess it should've been typical for you to be one of the first faces I've seen. How's life been for you?"

Oliver quirked an eyebrow, smirking a little and folding his arms across his chest. "What, this your boyfriend?" He questioned, causing her to smile a little and chuckle.

"Far from it. There've been many to make that mistake..."

Victor stared at Angelika cooly, dispassionately, before answering with a terse, "Fine. I would ask you of your condition, but you're practically newsworthy compared to most of the Sect."

Hyōryū then arched her brow, looking back and forth, before framing her hands so she could look at both of them in some way, gasping slightly, inwardly suspecting they might've been related to each other at one point...or have the same secret behind their eyepatches...but then she just thought of other individuals with eyepatches. With a sigh, she then concluded it was just a coincidence.

"So what's your connection then?" Hyōryū asked after Angelika made her statement of not being an item.

"I tried to kill her," Victor openly admitted, closing his eye while possessing a nonchalant, cool tone, "several times. It was only because I had to maintain the cover I had acquired at the time, but I had no qualms with doing it."

"Yes..." Angelika said, faking a somewhat sad tone and a nostalgic look on her face. "I remember when we first met and the times afterwards. How many bullets did we give to each other? 50? 100? I lost count after the first ten."

"292," Victor said astutely, his eye opened to look at the mocking face of Angelika's with a uncaring expression, "is how many shots you fired at me. I fired 197 shots, due to my wanting to be subtle in comparison to your relentless wrath."

"It...almost sounds romantic," Hyōryū almost sighed aloud in a twisted, love-dove look on her face, leaning her face onto the palms of her hands, "shooting that many times at each other...how can you not feel something for each other?"

"...how the hell does that even work?" Oliver deadpanned.

"You don't," Alastair Valentine, having stayed quiet for most of the debacle up until now, his cool composed expression was more bordering on Angelika's type rather than the distant, dispassionate form of Victor's, "it was just professional gain for either of them to maintain that type of aggression. Not everyone is diminished by emotion," he then turned to cock a brow up, humoring himself while appearing to be more on Angelika's side as he asked, "right, ms Hartmann?"

"Indeed..." Sounding a bit pleased to hear a different tone, Angelika allowed her smile to widen a bit more. "Otherwise, I would never have bothered to have such a pleasant conversation with someone who attempted to take my life. Though..." She leveled a curious gaze towards Victor. "I must say, you seem a bit tense. Is the subject of the meeting so important that it leaves even you the slightest bit worried?"

Victor leveled a smooth, unreadable gaze with Angelika, before crossing his arms and closing his eye once more, "You must be aware by now, Herr Hartmann," pointedly his eye moved side to side from each part of the expansively long table, "how few seats are being filled within the Sect's Meet this time."

"Frau Hartmann, dear..." The German woman corrected, allowing her lone eye to sweep the area. One of her legs shifted over the other, her hands folding in her lap. "And yes, I have noticed that there are a few more absences than usual. Have you been told what happened, or must we wait?"

"Well, its quite obvious really," the man on the farthest right to Angelika sitting across the table from her while leaning back against his chair and crossing his arms, "the only criminal organization with such a damn long history with a borderline cult methodical morals as well as the one who's absorbed and destroyed more small operations within a few years than we've gathered in a decade. They also happening to be targeting members of the Sect, if that means anything to you," the feral smiling man then spoke aloud ominously foreboding, "considering you met one of their leaders on his expedition to either have you join them or have you all killed, Angie-cakes."

"Yes... and he's already made his decision..." A scowl came across Angelika's face, as she knew who exactly he was referring to. She tilted her head back, closing her lone eye and drawing in a breath. "I do hope that this problem hasn't started because of our misfortune..."

"Its been happening only within the last five years," Alastair spoke up, cooly adding his input into the flow as he clasped his gloved hands before leading ontop of them with his chin, propped up by his elbows on the immaculate, cold table, "we've only been able to deduct that the Inner Circle has been mobilizing, for what purpose, we haven't been able to figure out yet. All we do know, is they are trying to sieze total and complete control of the Underworld within the Spiritual Realms in order to make their move. They've already, by our count, have absorbed nearly 49% of most of the organized criminal groups and organizations....and nullified 21% others."

Hyōryū's eyes widened and her blood grew cold. While she had no pity or feelings for most of the organized criminal world, she knew at least a few people who've joined parts of other guilds or groups within the underworld. If this is true..., "What about those within the Sect?! How many have been affected by this?"

"The Sect, Frau Fūsoku, only makes up a good 15% of the Underworld's organized criminal collective," Victor interceded to inform her, fluidly and uncaringly, he opened his eye to stare into her widened eyes, "we have five groups that have already been either turned or destroyed by the Inner Circle. Seven other groups are not attending due to the Inner Circle threat, and are remaining anonymous at this time. So, what you see here at this time," Victor looked down from one end and then next, not even physically emphasizing his point too much, "is the remaining members of the Sect who are willing to seek guidance and alliances renewed."

This new string of information was enough to render Oliver completely silent, his own eyes slowly dilating and a chilling feeling gripping his nerves.

Such a strong force had 70 percent of the criminal underworld already? To know that such a dominating and tyrannical force had already covered so much territory was a disturbing revelation. When taking in the Sect's claim of nearly wiping out Yūrei's entire police border patrol and the Guardians in a single day, the Inner Circle seemed much, much more terrifying. He drew in a breath and exhaled, his folded fingers tightening momentarily before relaxing.

He was jarred a little by Angelika's cool response, inwardly surprised at how composed she was keeping herself despite the obvious. "So it seems..." She muttered, closing her eyes and tilting her head back a little. "That just makes it all the more necessary to do something about such a problem. No one can conduct business if all it does is unintentionally contribute to the expansion of the Inner Circle..."

"Dealing with the Inner Circle is like dealing with a pack of wolves. Sooner or later, they will devour you if they become hungry enough," Van Kessler, the last to actually wait to speak up was on Angelika's left on her side, merely a few empty seats across from both her and her flanking associate, "I already know for a fact a couple of the absorbed groups have almost been completely disassimilated, brainwashed, or executed. They don't take second thoughts or retirement into consideration."

"Brainwashed--" Oliver immediately stopped himself, slapping a palm on his face. "...okay. I definitely don't think I'll be sleeping tonight. You guys got any anti-sleep pills I could bring with me?" Due to a bit of sarcasm, it was hard to tell whether he was joking or actually serious.

"I could shoot you in the balls," Hyōryū offered, smiling widely at the proposition as she leaned forward and stared across Angelika's form towards Oliver's drawling form, "I bet that'd keep you up for life!"

"Most of the original members of the Inner Circle genuinely believe in their superiors, for one reason or another," Van Kessler continued, staring in Oliver's direction now he voiced his "concerns" to the Sect, "so I wouldn't believe that those who have joined the Inner Circle did it out of force, but more out of personal beliefs and loyalty."

A snort escaped Oliver's lips. "Must not have enough loyalty if they're so easily willing to become I.C.'s bitches..." He grumbled. "Look, I don't really care about how they do what they do, but I do care about us doing something about it. Does this so-called Keeper have a plan in mind that he's willing to share with all of us? Because I'm all too eager for him to get his fat ass out here and share it with everyone."

That's when the entiriety of the conversation went silent, as all the people present stopped yapping their mouths and tried not to look at Oliver's direction. It was as if Oliver's disreputable speech made him one to be shunned for speaking the way he did about the Keeper. That...

...and the Keeper was already apparent, sitting in his farthest equal-sized seat on the far left of the Sect's table, his robed form emanating a ancient, almost ominously thrumming across the room for those of any spiritual sensory above the norm.

"I trust you all have become properly," Athena spoke, passing by almost silently across Oliver's field of vision, underlying a cold disapproving sideglance before continuing, as she went to seat at the farthest right handed part of the Sect's table, "acquainted?"

"The moment I say something that's taboo..." Oliver snarked, folding his hand behind his head and putting on a cool and casual look. "Something other than idle chit-chat actually happens. Progression, ladies and gentlemen!" For emphasis, he motioned outward to the crowd as an indicator of their silence.

"I'm going...to kill you...when we leave," Hyōryū snarled lowly, gripping her hands in embarassment fueled rage, narrowing her eyes in a sideglance at Oliver, "bet your snarky ass on that, Oliver."

Angelika sighed, placing a palm to her face and shaking it sagely. "Sometimes, I wonder when exactly such progression will end up negative because of your tendencies..." She grumbled, switching her gaze towards Athena. "And yes, we have been fully acquainted now, given the time."

"Well then," the liquid, smooth and antiquated voice of the Keeper spoke over the table, as if he was standing right across from each of them face to face, "I say its time we begin explaining your personal buisness situations and how any particular aide the Sect can be given to alleviate some of your more less manageable manners, if not recieve aide from those who are more better off than others. Angelika," he spoke with a turn of his veiled face, speaking to her in a smooth tone, waving a gloved hand towards her across the expansively long table, "will you do the honors and tell us how your organization is faring?"

"Of course, sir..."

Slowly, Angelika allowed herself to stand up from her seat, her gaze a moving camera view to her audience. She folded her arms behind her back, clearing her throat briefly. "I will make this brief. V-14 has retained stability, as well as a small boost in membership despite the recent events. But..." Her tone took on a slightly annoyed and bitter tone as she finished her sentences. "Somehow, despite the security measures we have employed, the Inner Circle has managed to spill out information meant to be sealed. Concerning my Alpha team... we can hide nothing now. Names, ages, birthdates... maybe even our history. They know it all, and that makes hiding anything from them much more difficult. The rest of V-14 have yet to have such problems, with at least one exception..."

All eyes drew to her, anticipating her exception. Alastair stared with interest, wondering what could possibly have gone wrong that the Inner Circle has gained intelligence on about them so easily. He's always known V-14 to be a subtle group, with the occasional explosive finishes, their locations were always mobile and their identities kept secret with the exception of old employers, most of which could possibly be deceased.

Victor had a stoic front on his visage, giving off a wave of dispassion towards his fellow Sect member, believing if she's a true member of this alliance of blood she'd be able to adapt and transcend the limitations her group has conspired to bring about themselves. If not, then she would simply be the footstool of greater individuals to ascend, let it be the Sect or the Inner Circle.

Van Kessler looked at her with slight alarm, with a mixed bit of eagerness, wanting to see what could add to the dilemma their group has recently sustained.

Athena's eyes flashed with hidden fright and empathy for her fellow Sect's organization, feeling amazed how Angelika and her assigned escort could remain so calm despite their predicament.

Tome just looked netural, if not a little bored, his shades hiding the majority of his emotions while his partner simply grit his teeth with apprehension with the idea they all might be compromised.

Only the Keeper, managed to ask in a intrigued and unalarmed tone, "And that would be, Miss Hartmann?"

"...my mentor, one Asuka Sakamoto." Angelika said simply, immediately lapsing into silence once again afterwards.

"Sakamato-dono?" Van Kessler spoke in his mideastern european accent with alarm, having been an unknown past acquaintence and fellow swordsman who followed a different art of combat than she did, "Is she alright? Did they...find information about her already?"

"Ridiculous," Victor spoke out, his eyes closed as he leaned back and crossed his arms, earning a slight look of contempt by Alastair for his rude talk, but silenced as he spoke again, "Frau Sakamoto is a lot more sly and harder to find out about than her students, Herr Hartmann or any others she's had in the past. A masterful swordsman who is cunning in mercenary criminal dealings, she's hard to reach and even harder to track. Did you happen to be personally responsible for any knowledge...or herself slipping into enemy hands, even temporarily at best?"

"I'm going to assume he called me that on purpose."

Turning her mentality away from the blunt jab that he had thrown in her, Angelika directed her lone eye towards him with a quirked brow. "My master and I chose to walk our own paths a long time ago. If she was ever caught in such a situation, it would be of her own mistake or volition. I had nothing to do with it, simple as that."

"When was the last time you've seen her before you were engaged in conflict with the Inner Circle and its inadvertently used accomplices? Was there any mentioning of her being interrogated or betrayed in behalf of the enemy?" The Keeper asked intuitively, not moving its faceless cowl an inch from its posture towards her, its hands now formed a clasped bridge as it patiently awaited her answer.

"Actually, sir..." Angelika explained, turning her attention back to him. "The last time I saw her was during the confrontation. The opposition, a lone Yashin Shiyōnin..." Once again, she lapsed into silence for a moment, her scowl deepening a little. "...had used his powers to forcefully probe my master's mind. I had assumed that was how he managed to learn her identity. But she told me that he had merely sent a sort of "disruption wave" to her head in order to make the mind turn against the body. So, at the moment, I am... unsure of how he managed to acquire knowledge of her so quickly."

"Probing the mind without use of a spell?" Van Kessler looked quite incredulously, because of the mentioning of a telepathic in existence without the useage of spellcasting of any sort, Kido or otherwise.

"Yashin...Shiyōnin?" Victor spoke lowly and aloud in slight perplexion, cupping his chin as his eye looked down in thought.

"I've never heard of that name before," Alastair said in a cool, honest tone as he looked slightly unnerved that even Victor didn't know his name, "who is he, Angelika?"

"What did this entity look like?" Athena spoke from the opposite end of the elongated table, a glimmer of fear nearly unveiled from her eyes as they dialated slightly from a uncertain knowing, "what color was its hair, its eyes, what did it speak like?"

"From the information that I have acquired..." Angelika said. "Yashin is one of the right-hands of the Inner Circle's Horsemen, referred to as "Dragons". For his appearance, I'll be as quick as possible: he has the appearance of a man in his early twenties, dark blue hair, Caucasian skin, and a blue and red eye as a result of a possible eye condition. But the aura he exhibits around himself is one of a demon having stepped straight from the depths of Hell."

Athena visually twitched with a steep of fear when she heard the visual description, for the first time breaking her tranquil veil she layered over her expressions. As she raised her head back up to meet Angelika, she heard briefly from one of her comrades...

"Whoa, waitaminute?!" Hyōryū stood slightly up from her chair to look down at Athena, using her hawk-like eyes to catch every quiver Athena's face made, "are you telling me you know this fucker?!"

"Not personally...but I know of him through-"

"So....," The Keeper said with a slight sigh of wonderment, as it leaned back in its chair and steepled its fingers in a tower formation with its gloved hands, "that's what it is referring to itself now, hmmm? How fitting...it truly is a Devil Fiddler, from the way it likes to hide in the shadows."

"Why am I not surprised that the leader and his personal assistant are the ones aware of that guy?"

Oliver was the one to keep silent, his fist pressed against his cheek as he leaned on the armrest. It seemed far too typical for the first and second hands to know information the rest didn't. But then again, they might not have thought it to be necessary. Angelika gave that reason very often when it came to sharing information with Alpha Team.

"Is that all you require of me, sir?" Angelika asked, leveling her eye at the Keeper. She didn't want to keep standing longer than she needed to. Her feet got tired, after all!

"Yes, that is all," the Keeper said with a fluid gesture of its gloved hand, pausing in thought for a minute. It then moved to look at Alastair next, "Alastair. How goes your current regime within the furthest reaches within and without Aether?"

Alastair rose smoothly, straightening his collar slightly before looking the rest of the assembled, speaking formally, "Our reaches within Aether and our alliance's neighbouring societies has never been stronger. Profits have been most bountiful for the Black Moon. We've been able to reinforce our supply lines and reaches within our neighbour Sect's allies without incident. However...due to this, we've been finding more and more climactic skirmishes with the Royal Court of Aether's Military branches."

"What about the Noble Families, like the Valentines?" Van Kessler asked curiously, always curious to see what the denounced Valentine familial would-be heir had this time.

"Its always a battle, most of which are personal and directed towards me in particular," Alastair said with a narrowing of his eyes, gripping his gloved hands tightly to a audible extent, "and I will intend on spilling all of their blood, one day. But they are no fools...they haven't openly attacked the Black Moon due to its sheer might and expansive network."

Oliver couldn't help but take a jab at that.

"Well, that's what you get for being greedy..." He commented lightly, reaching with one hand to inspect his fingernails. "The stronger you are and the more territory you gain, the more people that want to take you down from that pedestal of yours. Don't know why they would be so stupid as to start messing with fire, but that's just the way it is. Those types of organizations have a habit of making a bunch of enemies within the first weeks..."

"I've been at war with the Royal Court and the Noble Families ever since I've renounced my position as heir and successor of the Valentines' Noble Family. Their dark deeds are being repaid in full with this war I've been waging for the last century and a half," Alastair said directly towards Oliver, his eyes piercing towards him, "so the first few weeks, as you've put it, have been like that in repitition for the many years I've been part of the Black Moon syndicate, before and now. Your little war with the Gotei 13 and the Inner Circle? Just the beginning...imagine it being waged for next half a millenia and never feeling safe, or comfortable in security of your own headquarters? That, is what it is for a powerful syndicate."

A ghost-like whistle from Oliver. "A millennium? Black Moon must be slipping if it's taking that long to--"

WHUMPF!

"Ow!!"

He suddenly found himself holding his face out of pain due to the quick side jab that Angelika had given him. "Let's not start insulting other people for the problems they have or the enemies they have made..." She said coolly. "Especially when we have problems of our own."

"Oh, come on, I wasn't even trying to be a jerkass that time!" Oliver grumbled, rubbing his nose with the tips of his fingers.

"Yeah Oliver!" Hyōryū growled, shooting a cold glare at her idiotic compatriot, "shut up and stay quiet, and I might not kill you later!"

"You seem to like having individuals that resemble barking dogs than obedient subordinates, Herr Hartmann," Victor smoothly spoke aloud, his eye looking from Oliver to herself, "since you don't have a proper leash to keep us from believing otherwise-"

"Victor," The Keeper interrupted without warning, its hand waved in Victor's direction, "I'd like you to inform what you can of how your operations are faring and any interesting changes we should be aware of."

Alastair promptly took that as a silent invitation to sit back down, as Victor looked evenly at the Keeper before rising himself, readying himself as he reached into his coat to fish out a notebook and began flipping through pages of personal notes he took down for this occasion.

"At least you're stopping with the dick jokes." Oliver deadpanned, lowering his hand and folding his arms across his chest. He turned his attention to his leader, lowering his volume as best as he could so that only she and his female compatriot could hear her. "Seriously... what's with these guys? They seem to have strict behavior and extremely tight lips as top priorities. Just like you... only with the stick much deeper up their butts."

"Well, firstly, Oliver..." Angelika frowned, quirking an eyebrow. "Not everyone prefers a free-based way of running things. Some prefer disciplined soldiers over personality-imbued mercenaries, machines over men, the upper class over the middle class. Organizations run in a variety of ways. That's just how it is." She rolled her lone eye. "And furthermore, you called the Keeper a "fat-ass". I think that was enough to cement some resentment of you right away."

"And people talk about me not having balls..." Oliver snorted, rolling his eyes. "Some people just cannot deal with criticism."

"....that's what you call it?"

"That's what I call it."

The arrogant, sure expression on Oliver's face couldn't help but make Angelika chuckle in amusement, one of her hands covering her mouth. In turn, this caused Oliver to look slightly baffled at her. "What? What's so funny?"

"I knew there was a reason I always kept you without a leash..." She teased lightly.

Hyōryū promptly headdesked herself, albeit lightly, onto the smooth table, groaning aloud, "Why did you have to bring him on one of the most important events for us? Seriously...why?!"

Tome chuckled at seeing the display of antics, raising a hand as the debriefing from Victor hadn't begun yet, "I like that guy! Not afraid of being devoid of his man parts while getting in the good laugh. You got some crazy-ass people with you, Angie-cakes!"

Oliver's eye promptly twitched, and didn't stop twitching when Angelika delivered the response back to Tome. "What can I say? The castrates sing much louder than the normal ones..."

"Ok, you know what?" The blonde grumbled, folding his arms across his chest. "New rule. Any guy who tends to make a "Where's Oliver's nuts" joke is automatically a closet homo. Congratulations, Piranha-Teeth, you are now officially one-hundred percent gay!"

"Pirahna teeth?" Tome looked at him slightly aback, not even phased by the homosexual joke that was thrown his way, "hey, these teeth are spectacular and good looking, my friend. I'd suggest you look at your poor excuse for molars sometime and see how you can get them looking like these bad boys!"

"I can't believe we're having this conversation," Hiroi rolled his eyes before facepalming, followed by the audible thumping of Hyōryū's head against the table, further inducing outcries in protest of Oliver's big mouth getting them in trouble.

"Ahem!" Victor spoke aloud with a clearing of his throat, glaring coldly at everyone chit chatting around the table, before speaking aloud, "All operations are moving within acceptable parameters. Increased movement within mideastern to southern Societies' security has bolstered an additional 27%. Western and Northern societies have decreased securities by 13% but have increased military proficiency by 21%. Interspiritual travel has increased by a total of 7% in the past ten years, while Interspiritual transcendence has increased by 5%.

Overall status summary of the Order's activity: Military is subtly becoming more aware of Sect affiliated and indadvertently affiliated organizations, groups, and syndicates. Police forces are becoming less and less aware of organized underworld activity," with a flip of the notebook page, he continued to read a different series of statistics and statuses,

"Status of all non-Sect affiliated groups within the Spiritual Realms is a terminated or decomissioned status of 69%, with most of those being recorded and identified to being absorbed or nullified by the Inner Circle. 8% of the remaining resides within Tendan, berift of any contact and affiliation with the Order of most societies, and considered a haven for most Non-Sect affiliated criminal regimes and corps. 5% of the unaffiliated criminal Underworld is not considered a threat to most of the Order or the Inner Circle. 3% of Non-Sect affiliated underworld is unknown, still being researched and under investigation as possible new criminal regime..."

Flip!

"...Status of the Black Blood Sect affiliated groups: Have lowered in numbers by 5%, having some been decommissioned or nullified by the Inner Circle, remaining 10% has begun expansion in the Underworld and taking notice by the Order's military forces by a margin of 25% collectively. Morale is above adequacy, and current connections with Black Market suppliers and other stockpiles is above requirement. Potential Target by Inner Circle, suggest immediate measures be taken to secure protection of the Sect and its contacts,"

Flap!

"That is all," Victor said as he swiftly shut his notebook, with a stoic even tone as he awaited comments or questions by the majority of the Sect's leadership.

Wham!

Now it was Oliver's turn to plant his head on the desk. "...really? Just...really." He grumbled under his breath. "I never heard someone speak with the word percent repeated so many times before in my fucking life. Maybe you should teach us all about E equals MC squared while you're at it." Mentally, he thanked Angelika for at least having the decency to summarize everything and be brief as possible.

"He just sounded like a German version of the executor tutorial...just now," Hyōryū blinked owlishly at the odd presentation being so apart from both Alastair's and Angelika's, sounding more like a statistic chart readout than a debriefing of past events of a personal organized manner

Angelika was the first to speak up, looking at him with a questioning gaze. "Herr Fürst... by what you are saying that activity is hidden from the police moreso than the the military. I find an inconsistency with that, considering that law enforcement would be the first to know about organized crime.... especially considering the damage that the Sect inflicted on Yūrei's Police Force. Correct me if I'm wrong, if you are able..."

"You misunderstand, Herr Hartmann," Victor said in a fluid, smooth tone as he did so, his eye locking onto hers, "the last major offensive and military operation the Sect had against the Order has been nearly two centuries. Ever since then, organized crime became adept at manipulating law enforcement to a near immunity for a time. What's been happening recently of these notes, have only been recorded for the past ten years.

And I ask you, what precisely does it mean when Underworld, that is now mostly under the thrall of the criminal syndicate power of the Inner Circle, has lowered the awareness of the underworld's activities yet the military has been making active raids and pushes to exterminate criminal organizations, which is supposedly a duty of law enforcement?"

To this, Angelika looked at Victor expectantly with a somewhat curious frown on her face. "A rise in the threat level. If the military are becoming more involved, that is an obvious sign that the Inner Circle isn't just performing acts of organized crime... but rather, they're jumping straight to acts of warfare. What other possible reason could they have?"

"I think I understand," Kessler spoke aloud, locking his crimson eyes onto Victor before redirecting them back to Angelika, "the Inner Circle is enveloping all organized crime within the Spiritualverse in order to swiftly control the Order's law enforcement and its military."

"You don't think they're actually doing what I think they're doing?" Alastair suddenly spoke in a rising tone of alarm, his face paling slightly and his eyes widening, pupils dialating at the thought of what they intend to do.

"Its precisely what they're doing," Victor spoke, putting his notebook away before leaning on the obsidian table, speaking forebodingly, "The Inner Circle has infiltrated nearly all of the Order's governments, law enforcements, and militaries. They're staging a massive coup de'tat, one that would ensure their dominance in the spiritual realms and assume ultimate power that would indefinitely dwarf this Sect's grasp within the Underworld. That, Herr Hartmann," he looked to Angelika with a cold, certain gaze at her, "is the endgame you're asking."

"...is this some sort of joke you are attempting to make? Because if it is, it's not very funny."

Angelika's frown turned into a slight scowl as she folded her hands together, her elbows resting on the table. Her eyebrows were narrowed, and her lone eye was glaring into the mirror that was Victor's own stare. Her annoyed tone carried the clear impression of her disagreement with his statement.

"When have I ever been dishonest to you, Angelika?" Victor spoke with a terse tone as he said her name, one of the few times the pair would know he's actually perturbed, "I'm laying out the facts, that is my best arsenal and greatest defense. Whether you like it or not, there's a war coming, and everyone will eventually be affected," he then looked at all the other leaders, those who've not cared to speak now and those who've been actively giving opinions, "including the Sect. We cannot deny that the Inner Circle has gained significant power over the course of its existence, and its only been up until the past decade they've seized control over nearly the majority of the Underworld AND the Order's military and law enforcement. Once they've completely taken over, they'll set their sights on us. Whether they destroy us now or bleed us slowly, is all up to how this Meet, here and now is decided by the Sect and the Sect alone.

We hold the power to possibly change fate and destiny," Victor then set his eyes to Athena, then finally to the Keeper, bowing his head to him before finishing solemnly, "which direction we choose, is entirely up to each one of us."

The Keeper took in the exchange of words and revelations with no visible or audible reaction. Entwining its gloved digits, it spoke smoothly, "Thank you, Victor, you may be seated."

With Victor seating himself again, closing his eye as he crossed his arms, the Keeper took only a minute to mull over what has been said before speaking again, "What your brothers and sisters within the oath of blood and shadows has merit to each their own. While we have confidence in our own personal strength, we have begun to be taken notice by another dark predator who wishes to trample our sacred territories. What Angelika and Victor have shared bears presidence to be taken note and acted upon promptly. The only question, is how you wish to act upon these revelations?"

Angelika drew in a breath, closing her eye and pondering for a moment. She tilted her head back, exhaled, and allowed herself to rise up from her seat immediately. Her lone eye was narrowed, glaring at the Keeper first before switching to the others within the room. It was not an anger directed at them, but rather anger directed at the situation.

"With all due respect, Keeper..." She began, a stern and attention-commanding tone in her voice. "That question is answered by the very situation itself. If we do not deal with this as of now, we will all be destroyed in the near future. Whatever the plans are, I for one do not intend for anyone, even the Inner Circle to trample upon me and my comrades. The only solution that can be taken with the people that desecrate us is their total destruction and annihilation. There cannot be anything less than that!"

At this, Oliver felt his blood began to boil, a slow and agreeing grin crossing his face. He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest with a rather smug and satisfied air.

Hyōryū grinned at the prospect of going to war, but the thought of what would happen if they failed...slightly unnerved her within the back of her subconscious. But for now, she shrugged it off and focused on what was important now. Backing up the boss to push the Sect into the most daring aggressive stance they've had in centuries!

"I agree with Angelika," Alastair said, leaning foward with hands clasped together, as he looked around the elongated table, "if we don't act now while we're still strong, they're may be a time when we're not so able to take an offensive stance against them at all. I appeal to declare war with the Inner Circle."

"Waging war is our buisness," Van Kessler spoke next, a thin smile errected on his pale alabaster skin with his red eyes flashing excitedly, "but if that buisness is for a mock government and society, than I might as well wage war against them, now shouldn't I? I also forward the notion to fight now, rather than bide our time."

"I might not have the most organized group," Tome said, thoughtfully stroking his chin, before smiling predatorially, "but each one of them would be dying for a chance to show off their skills and spill some blod. I'm at your disposal, as always, my brothers and sisters! HAHA!"

"If we don't stand together," a quiet, yet sure feminine voice of Senmei Tōketsu, her white coat flourished as she stood up to raise her voice a little more confidently, "we'll all fail. I suggest we pool all resources in nullifying the Inner Circle threat. I also stand with the Sect in its decision to wage war with the Inner Circle!"

"I!"

"Might as well..."

"Can't look weak, might as well go with all of you..."

"I will...!"

A rally of cries, into a clearly unanimous decision of the Sect's Meet chose the inevitable, if not the smartest choice. The Black Blood Sect now looked to each other to survive, as the Kee[er began opening the archaic lore of their past and present, documenting this very moment as they spoke and cheered, everyone has now become united and committed. Their survival!

The results caused Angelika to smile, clearly pleased with the decision to attack. She slid back into her seat, folding her hands on her desk. For a moment, she had been worried that there would be someone that would object to it. But now that the majority decided such, there was no more need to worry about opposition.

Vanguard of the Immortal Soul, Invasion of the Sect!
As history was being recorded for the Sect, and its members in high spirits, Athena's eyes suddenly dialated as a sudden click within the back of her mind activated.

"Oh no....!"

Athena suddenly stood up, and began treading over to the far hall's large, intimidating gate, not precisely enacting everyone's attention but enough so that Victor and a few other perceptive people could see her retreating in a cold sweated daze.

Once she reached that point, she placed her hand upon the door, exerting her mind and soul to what lay beyond and within the crystalized citadel.

"...hat do you mean we have incoming enemies?! This place is supposed to be hidden?!"

"That's what I'm saying sir! I'm seeing multiple transports entering our airspace! They'll be ontop of us within minutes!"

"Dammit! We have to inform-!"

"I'm aware of the crisis," Athena's voice spoke transparently, but no sound exited from her mouth where she stood, "just make sure you seal off all immediate exits and prepare defenses. We will not take them lightly, understand?"

"M-Milady, sir! Affirmative!"

"Good," Athena then clapped her hands together, speaking aloud in a hallowed voice, "unlock the binds that keep this hall sacred, and unleash the spirits of shadows and blood!"

And just like that, the doors opened, allowing Athena to walk out to join a company of dark robed men, but not before sealing the doorway behind, for the protection of the Sect and its members.

As soon as she left, Victor smiled crookedly, a rare occasion as he said aloud, "It looks like things are getting interesting around here..."

And for once, Angelika had to agree with him.

When Athena left, the German woman's smile shifted into a frown when she saw the emotional condition that she was in. Of course, she had faith in the girl, but it didn't stop her from paying mind to how she acted sometimes. She closed her eyes and took in another breath. "I had hoped to come back unscathed for a nice meal, but I suppose now that can't happen. The price for being hopeful, I suppose..."

Slowly, Oliver reached into his coat pockets and pulled out his weapons of choice: two MK-IV Kidō pistols, a different choice from his usual arsenal. "And who says we're not gonna?" He questioned bluntly, his smirk a mile wide. "As far as I'm concerned, this is nothing different from what the 10th Division tried to pull on us. We're gonna shoot, we're gonna kill, we're gonna laugh, and we're going to go home and throw a big party... not in that particular order, though."

"Boooyah!" Hyōryū shouted with glee, prompting some of the others at the meeting to check their weapons and prepare themselves for what is to come. She unholstered her two favored Jackals, priming them for level one fire mode, to ensure she had plenty of ammo to wreave out the meatbags they are going to be sent towards them.

The Keeper however, had other plans.

"I will store away the events of this Sect before beginning preperations to seal this place away. Delay them, destroy them, it does not matter, just make sure they do not reach this room," The Keeper spoke as it suddenly "submerged" into the floor, leaving everyone to tend to their personal affects.

BOOOOM!

Just outside the door, the citadel began to shake from the violence and chaos happening beyond their Hallowed Hall, showing just how much ferocity the battle was taking place.

"You heard him..." Angelika said smoothly, getting up out of her seat. She reached into her coat pocket, pulling out the traditional HCA-50. "Oliver, Hyōryū, on me. You know the standard procedure; shoot to kill, but watch your fire for friendlies. Let's move!"

"Right behind you, boss!" Oliver crowed, quick to follow right behind his leader with his weapons in hand.

"You can't get out that way," Andreas spoke first, vaulting the table in a fluid acrobatic gesture, landing gracefully behind Angelika and her cohorts, "that door can only be opened by Athena, and she just walked out the door."

"Wha--?!" Oliver's eyes widened in shock, his mouth falling open. "Wait a minute, why?!"

"She mainly did so to protect us, in the event the enemy is using overwhelming force or luring us out into the open with a trap," Victor spoke while placing his hands in his coat pockets, walking stoically around the table on the far end with his eye narrowed into a hawk-like glare towards the gate, "it was foolish of her to meet the enemy alone, be as it may with the guards, defenses, and her personal skills she has, the enemy wouldn't be foolish if they weren't already prepared."

"So what do you suggest us to do?! Sit on our asses is not my favorite thing to do, when there's meatbags that need plugging!" Hyōryū yelled out in a irate manner, holding her guns in a upright position as she readied herself to get going.

"Wonderful..." Angelika rolled her eyes in disdain and scowled, lowering her gun and placing a palm to her face. "Is there any other way out? Or do I need to start asking how sturdy this door is? For us to keep the intruders out, we have to be out there."

"Have you forgotten already, Angie?! Sheesh, I'm the newest guy and I know all this," Tome slapped his hand to his face, sliding off exaggeratively, before a conclusive nod by the others as they remembered.

"We need four of the Sect members to preform the opening of the gate," Alastair spoke with a nod, turning his head towards the door, "this is a safe measure to ensure that anyone within the Hallowed Hall can leave if need be."

"However, we need at least four people to remain behind to seal the doorway," Kessler spoke, looking over at the other odd dozen Sect members, "and I don't know how many of us want to stay here and twittle our thumbs."

"We'll need to," Senmei spoke up, standing in front of the majority of Sect members, "to keep the Keeper safe as well as the sacred tome, I'll stay here with the others."

Angelika's eye widened in surprise for a brief moment, before she slid her gun hand over her face. The hanging of her head was what conveyed the embarrassment that she was feeling. The additional feeling of irritation at the others for acting like there had been no way to open it left her moderately agitated. "Just... pick three members before I decide to shoot someone." She grumbled, too aggravated to deal with any humor.

Alastair, Victor, and Tome looked to each other, nodding to one another before they walked towards the door, with Victor beckoning her with a small wave of his hand, leaving their subordinates behind.

"What gives?!" Hyōryū whined as she tried to follow, only to be halted by a muscle-bound arm of Hiroi's.

"Only true members of the Sect can access the door," Hiroi spoke as he looked back at the traversing forms of the four, "affiliations don't have that priviledge."

"All of this for a goddamn door?!" Oliver threw his hands up in frustration, though keeping a grip on his two pistols. "You know what. I was feeling sorry for Athena because she was carelessly trying to play the White Knight in this situation, but now I hope that she gets her ass penetrated, ripped apart, and bleeding from thirteen different locations. And that does go both ways!"

"Now you sound like Tome," Hiroi rolled his eyes before facepalming, before hearing Hyōryū slap Oliver on the back of his head, muttering unintelligibly for his constant statements.

With Victor standing on the opposite end of the four with a two meter spread with each of them before the giant gate, they began their formation.

Victor formed a few handsigns, before speaking out first in a stoic, resolute tone, "Through shadows we tread, we now step into the light, bringing forth the blood on our hands and staining on those who consider themselves pure and blameless, showing them their ignorance and sins..."

Alastair formed his own set of handsigns, before continuing in his own cool, composed tone, "Through the tides of darkness, I step forth in a cloak of will and determination, bound forever in a iron grip of fate for which I forever will attempt to break. I hold the keys to my own destiny, and will now unshackle the chest of fate!"

Tome formed a few handsigns of his own, before saying with a predatorial, anticipatory tone of his own as he spoke, "Gnash, bite, claw, I come out from an ocean of blood, spreaded out by my unsatiable lust and call to battle for pride and power. Bring me everlasting legacy, joy, and honor, for every challenge I take is the most dangerous one of all. Ascend myself into the heavens and spit upon those who call themselves gods, and claim the title of absolute divinity!"

"OW!"

As Angelika walked over to her own spot, Oliver rubbed his head and shot a slight glare towards his partner. "Smack me all you want, I'm not gonna let this go for as long as anyone lives...." He said in unamusement. "You can't seriously tell me that's not a really inconvenient thing to have. Needing four separate chants to open one door? Look me in the eye and tell me that's not ridiculous."

When Angelika made it to her spot, she folded her gun hand behind her back. Her lone eye closed, and her free hand stuck out her index and middle finger in a V-formation. The tips of those fingers lightly touched the space underneath each eye. When she spoke, her phrase was short in contrast to the poetic chants that her comrades had used.

"Silence. Our freedom approaches."

CREEEEEEAK-VOOOOOM!

The door finally swung open, its massive size daunting to any lesser man, as it opened all the way for the teams to lead out to meet the enemy.

"That," Tome finally said with a glare and a pointedly bland expression, "was a pain in the ass!"

"Maybe sticking to traditions can be a little hindering," Alastair said wtih a sweatdrop, while Victor remained silent about the whole ordeal, not remotely bothered by it.

"Its a powerful barrier that's errected before the doors," Hiroi tried to rationalize as he walked with the others to meet their individual superiors, "maybe its necessary for anyone who isn' the Second to do so, so it wouldn't take any longer than it should be."

"Well, I kinda agree with your boss and Oliver on this one," Hyōryū said with a pointed gesture of her head, enamoring her own face with a blank expression, "it was a pain in the ass."

Angelika shifted her gun hand behind her back, lowering her free hand from her face and opening her eye. "The V-14 will support the back and provide covering fire for the ones engaging close-up, as well as dealing with any potential threats that would happen to sneak up on them otherwise." She informed everyone.

"Yep!" Oliver drawled, twisting his two pistols around his fingers idly. "So if you like to kiss face with faceless mooks, you'd better hurry, 'cause Athena ain't gonna spare you any if you're late!"

Hyōryū smiled wickedly as she cast a malicious glint to Oliver, asking a sing-song voice, "Wanna have a bet on who has more kill counts?"

"Hm?"

Oliver met the mischievous gaze of his partner with a quirked eyebrow and an amused, anticipating smirk of his own. "Only if you're sure either of us are gonna bother to keep count this time." He responded, stopping the spinning of his guns. "What's the stakes, sweetheart?"

With a nod from Alastair, he then unsheathed his Zanpakuto as he watched Victor unholster his own Kido revolver, "Victor and I will take the mid point, taking on any enemies attempting to get by us will be in for a nasty surprise."

"Of course we take the front, figures," Tome sighed, pressing his forefingers against his oval shades before taking the lead outside the doorway, with Hiroi at his side, "just because we're damned immortal doesn't mean we're your personal meat shields."

"You are only meat shields if you don't do anything useful." Angelika countered readily, allowing for the rest of them to get into position while she and her own bodyguards moved into theirs. "So make sure not to waste that immortality of yours."

"Yeah yeah," Tome said as he broke out into a light jog, keeping his hands in his pants pockets while the others joined in, rushing down the corridor to the nearest sound of combat, "I won't promise I'll leave any for you, but I'll try to keep from destroying the place..."

"Please don't overdo it, Tome-dono," Hiroi pleaded with a sweatdrop running down comically of his scalp.

"First one to run out of ammo has to shout, WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE!" Hyōryū said wtih a exaggerated shout, not raising her voice in the octave it would take, but giving the good impression of it.

As they moved through the vast chambers, the echoes of gunfire and explosions drew closer and closer, until finally...

BLAAAAAAAM!

A series of horrified cries from guards, their previously immaculate black cloaks were burnt to crisp and their bodies smashed with sickening charred crunches into the far wall, before the steam of the explosion emerged the first combatant to face them.

She was tall, broad shouldered, and had fiery red hair that spread past the small of her back. Wearing a matte black form of what looked like Espada-esque uniform, with red borders within her clothing's attire, her generous curves and chest bore a musculature form of a capable fighter. Her eyes bore upon them, her sword not even drawn. Anyone with a faint sense of Spiritual Pressure differentiation, could tell she was an Arrancar, and yet...

"Whoa!" Tome suddenly stopped everyone as they were just mere half a dozen meters from the target, before smiling broadly and putting a thumb's up, "you, I like! Wanna tangle with me for a bit?!"

"Target acquired," she whispered, placing her hand onto her rapier, slowly unsheathing it, "I'll take your heads back to him as confirmation of your demises."

"That's not nice," Tome faked a mock hurt look as their first opponent drew out her sword.

"...you know what? That's retarded. I got a better one for you."

As he leveled his pistols at the one who had dared to challenge them, Oliver kept his gaze towards Hyōryū. "First run to one outta ammo not has to say that, but also sing the whole goddamn song. And don't say you don't know Guns 'n' Roses! We listen to it at least once a day on the radio!" It was a sign of both humor and the ability to show that he was capable of remaining calm even in the face of one of the more deadlier enemies of their opposition.

"You got yourself a deal!" Hyōryū said with a wild grin, aiming her pistols at the far end towards the newcomer Arrancar, intending on being able to take her out first.

WHIZ!

Within a instant, Rana moved like a missile with the grace of a ballerina, swinging around Tome while slashing with precise strokes of her sword against Tome's neck and side. However, as her sword met the skin, a surprisingly high pitched sparking sound was emitted, as Tome's dense detrimental layers weren't even marred by the high sped attacks.

"Now're you just pissing me off!" Tome spoke as he swung a quick back hand towards Rana's head, which she narrowly ducked under, quickly meeting Hiroi's unsheathing stroke of his broadsword Zanpakuto, pushing her back with sheer strength from the midst of the group before engaging her in sword play. Swinging his sheathe and sword within a style as if they're equally lethal, he began parrying the high sped and expertly played swings and thrusts of Rana's.

Tome seemed to be holding his own against Rana.

But as far as the V-14 was concerned, that didn't matter.

Every shot made by the V-14 was a precise one. Even in bursts, the guns were fired only when Rana left herself open to them. Every bullet shot was in a position to harmless to Tome, but a severe threat to the Arrancar. The deadly accuracy they carried in combination with this tactical maneuver would provide for a tense, paranoia-fueling situation for their opponent as she engaged Tome.

SNIK-SNIK-SNIK!...

Each shot, despite its lethality and accuracy, merely grazed the skin of the Arrancar, bypassing the Hierro with relative ease considering the grade of weaponry chosen. Rana however, only let this continue for a total of ten seconds, managing to hold her own pretty effectively against the simultaneous shots of the sharpshooters and the attacks laid by Hiroi with his relentless, tireless swordplay.

But then...

"Danza,"

She spoke lowly, slashing a vertical arc of scarlet energy in front of herself, momentarily stalling Hiroi as he held his sheathe in front of himself to block the attack, as it was a good six meters high and two meters wide in gait, the powerful energy released was nothing to snuff about. Even if Hiroi could dodge it with ease, it posed risk to the others behind himself...and worried about incuring his brother's wrath.

But it was according to plan, as the scratched and grazed Arrancar used Sonido with a quick burst, moving past all of the opponents in a blinding sweep, appearing behind V-14 while swinging in the inverted pose, unleashing another powerful torrent of scarlet spirit energy, uttering within its gait,

"Mariposa!"

"Jackal Mode 2!" Hyōryū uttered aloud, turning around within a fluid graceful arc with her guns, discharging them nearly point blank with the ferocious cutting energy, sending a pair of yellow energy bolts back at it, crashing and halting it, causing it to wave and spread out around them, but kept them from being harmed further.

That was Oliver's cue.

Having turned around when Hyōryū did, he thrust his legs forward, his eyes narrowed and a feral smile on his face. To him, it seemed like distance was a problem. If he maximized close-quarters to its full potential, damage would be increased. He was confident, fearless, and unhesitating in his movements as he charged her.

Time stopped.

As he raised his pistols up for a moment, a flash went through his mind.

He didn't see Rana.

In a brief moment, he could see the cold and angered look on the face of his old rival as he raised his single sword up defensively. He could see the defensive, strong stance he took, the vengeful defiance in his eyes. He could no longer see the halls of Sect, but rather a cave where the bodies of fallen victims lay. This brief flashback to what was before caused his grin to split his face as he leveled the barrels at his enemy.

"Oh, kid... you probably would've enjoyed this."

Then, there was nothing but the sound of bullets being ejected from their chamber, with both of Oliver's guns screaming fire and thunder.

Rana flowed around the discharges from the chambers of V-14's weaponry. Despite the speed of their velocity and trajectory, it still took a twitch of a finger to fire the weapon. That moment of muscular action was all Rana needed to exploit their innate weaknesses.

Using the edge of her Zanpakuto, she swung out in swift arcs, discharging Balas to counter the rapid fire of V-14's weaponry, often clashing her potent condensed concussive blasts of scarlet energy with the yellow and orange slugs and beams of energy of her opponents.

The chaos of the fire caused Hyōryū to dance around like a acrobat, walking up the walls of the vast corridor when not hopscotch bouncing side to side to avoid the blasts cast from her opponent, as she continued to fire rapid bursts of her guns towards her target, cursing the fact she was so fast.

Then, a white sliver of Kido slugs went in a tri-formation past Angelika's head in a almost pointedly purposeful gesture as they all aimed for Rana. The shots managed to strike her blade and push her back away from V-14, giving them more space for their continued fire.

Victor's steaming barrel of his Kido revolver was held at a perfectly outstretched position with his eye narrowed, "This is annoying that we need this many people to take on one opponent."

This was where Angelika allowed a troubled scowl to cross her face.

Her orders were not to let anyone in the room, using any means necessary. As far as she was concerned, this was a desperate situation. With such a strong enemy engaging them, it was obvious that this wouldn't be something that mere guns could do. Maybe Oliver and Hyōryū had a chance. But they were in a hurry, and all this woman was doing was delaying them. And she just recently drew her sword...

There was no other choice.

She placed a hand on her eyepatch, her mouth opening in a commanding shout.

"Both of you, get back!!"

"Oh, fuck..." Oliver muttered, suddenly turning pale when he turned to see what she was about to do.

Hyōryū's eyes widened as she saw what her superior was about to do. She backpedaled as ordered, but not before shouting out, "Boss! What the hell are you doing?! Its too soon!-"

Rana's eyes dialated slightly at seeing the action the one called Angelika was about to take. Inwardly she had known about special ocular Kido seals being placed within the eyepatches of combatants, the likes as Kenpachi Zaraki was proof of that. With a backwards leap, she intended on placing as much distance as possible...

WHIZ!

"Where do you think you're going?" Hiroi appeared within a instanteous movement of his own, too fast to be felt as a Flash Step, but nearing the speed of such. With a single concentrated stroke of his sword, he let out a ferocious fissure of spirit energy crash into her, even as she defended it with her own Zanpakuto, sending her crashing into the crystalline ground below with a explosive light display.

Within that moment of time, Alastair moved in front of the group while moving his hands in a series of synchronized hand gestures, before slamming his left palm onto the ground, with his right hand wrapping around his wrist, "Binding Art, Dragon Fang Wall!"

A series of plumes of steam rose up within cracks that formed within the cracks of the crystalline ground, before a series of incredibly supercharged geysers of flames flew up and attached themselves into the crystalline arched ceiling, cutting them off from Hiroi and Rana indefinitely.

"Good thinking, Herr Valentine," Victor spoke as he raised his pistol back into a upright position before looking over to Tome for acknowledgement, only getting a anticipatory grin in return.

"You actually think Hiroi could lose to that chick? She must be incredibly skilled, but we've fought a lot tougher characters than that dyke," Tome then turned around and began sprinting ahead, urging them to follow, "we got bigger fish to fry, ladies and gents! Let's double time it!"

"Thank God..."

Inwardly breathing a sigh of relief thanking Hiroi for the sudden save, Angelika took her hand away from the eyepatch. "Your timing is impeccable, Hiroi..." She complimented, though she was certain that he couldn't hear her. "I hope your victory is absolute..." She turned around, motioning to her two bodyguards as she led the way ahead of him.

"...good timing is a fucking understatement..."

Oliver's eyes were dilated in shock, even as he turned away from the scene in order to follow his boss. His heart had beat a little bit faster than normal, threatening to rip from his chest when he had seen what Angelika was about to do. Of course, he may not have died. But the last thing he ever wanted to see was when his boss pulled off her eyepatch...

"I concur with you greatly, Holmes," Hyōryū said, saying his last name only due to the fact she felt her heart in her throat from how nervous she was. She was thanking whatever spectral guardian prompted Hiroi and Tome to act so quickly to save Angelika the trouble of revealing her threatening secret, "I'm just surprised Hiroi moved in like that...as if he'd known..."

Only Victor briefly looked at Angelika with a knowing glance before continuing to jog with no outward expression, as he knew what would happen should anyone be unfortunate enough to be around mrs Hartmann when she revealed the secret behind her eyepatch. He just hoped he would be far enough away for when it did happen, and in the shadows...

"We share a special link, Hiroi and I," Tome tapped his forehead as he sideglanced them, telling them how Hiroi intervened, "we are the only entities that can trade thoughts, strategems, and information lightspeeds faster than any of you combined. Seeing as the reactions coming from your two comrades, and past info of no real wounds recorded from any of the Sect members or the Keeper himself, it means you got some sorta seal or trick within that eyepatch. I like to make sure everyone's last resort was saved, so after a half-second discussion with Hiroi, he volunteered to intervene and keep the bitch busy while we pressed ahead. Simple, no?!"

"I keep forgetting how inhuman you really are, Mister Kūgun," Alastair spoke with a nervous sweatdrop down his scalp, smiling sheepishly, "but I'm glad you two worked something out for the team's benefit."

"Despite the fact that you decided to wait until everyone was getting tired of the fight to employ it..." Oliver grumbled in annoyance. "Don't fuck around like that, you know we had business other than that Arrancar chick!"

"Sorry," Tome said with a toothy grin, "I forgot you norms tire out so easily. I'll try to make it quicker next time."

As the group went through the corridors, faint sounds of the battle rumbled the crystalline fortress, causing them to notice a section where the halls divided into two areas. A fork in the road, the worst kind for a group needing unity for the upcoming battles.

"You've got to be f'ing kidding me?! Really?!" Hyōryū exasperated as she came to a halt as the group did so. Explosions and gunfire were more prevalent to their left than the right, but a heavily menacing Spiritual Pressure reverberated the latter hall.

"It doesn't seem like we have much choice but to seperate from here on," Victor spoke solemnly, raising his gun into a ready stance, trading his eye to glance at both halls, "but who will go where, is the question now?"

It was here that Angelika smiled in amusement, her gaze drifting over towards Victor with slight disappointment. "And here I thought you would have been one to take the initiative and command, Frau Fürst." She said, in purposeful use of the feminine form of the German honorific. "This isn't a time to slip up in any way..."

"I'm wondering which way I should choose, in the event I could possibly avoid your...charming, company, Herr Hartmann," Victor spoke in a honest, blunt tone as he narrowed his eye in a sideglance towards her direction.

The smile faded, her mind falling into thought. The menacing pressure from the right was the obvious sign of an opponent sure of his/her abilities. The exertion of the energy was a sign that either the enemy could not control his/her spiritual energy, or that s/he was purposefully exuding it in order to lure victims to the location. It indicated some extent of arrogance as well as power.

That made her clench her fist slightly...

"Hyōryū. Oliver. I trust you'll be fine taking the left without me?"

Hyōryū's eyes widened, looking at Angelika as if knowing why she would abandon them now. After taking in the seriousness of her aura and gaze, she realized she had no say in the manner to suade her. With a curt nod, Hyōryū cocked her Jackals before giving her a canine grin, "Born ready, boss!"

If anything, Oliver was feeling the same way.

But as he raised his pistols upward in a holstering position, he regarded his boss with a questioning eyebrow. "You mean to tell me you intend to take the right by yourself?" He asked, putting on a skeptical frown. "I mean, I know you're going to make it out alive, but what's with the sudden want to part ways?"

"Whoever on the right is apparently thinking that they can break in here and play the waiting game." Angelika answered, keeping her hawk-eye gaze on the right corridor. "It's only fitting for a sword made to punish such thoughts and ideas. I'll meet up with you quickly after the deed is done, understand?"

When she looked over her shoulder...

...she swore she could've seen a flash of worry cross the blonde's eyes.

But, as quickly as the snap of two fingers, he had fallen back to his common skeptical look. "Well, all right... but make sure you don't get too fucked up. We're all planning to come in one piece, remember?"

The German woman gave a simple, slow nod in response.

"C'mon, Ollie," Hyōryū spoke as she walked into the left hall, regretably next to Victor as she urged her masculine rival, "we got some heads to plug!"

"I won't make guaruntees on your comrades safety, Herr Hartmann, but I will ensure the security of this sanctuary," Victor spoke without turning, his gun held upright and his body walked stoically off with her two subordinates, leaving her with the remaining two.

"I'm sure they'll be alright without you, Angelika," Alastair said in a soothing, calm voice as he nodded to her direction.

"I know they will." Angelika answered simply, turning her head to face the right corridor once more. "It's natural." Then, she brought her feet forward in a slow and steady walk down the corridor. She slipped her gun back into her coat pocket, placing her hands into her pockets. Where she was going, she would not be needing it.

Punishment from the Punished, Clash of Wills and Steel!
Alastair took up the lead from that point, with little complaint from Tome about it, content with jogging backwards with his hands in his pockets. His eyes narrowed and his stride smooth, with haste, and measured. He knew by the feel of this pressure it was more goading than it was proclamation. He hoped it was just a cocky amateur, looking to bite off more than he could chew. The last he wanted to deal with, was a entity that had good reason to be arrogant...

"I'm getting the feeling that this guy wants to lure the strongest away, don't you?" Tome asked Angelika casually, as if he had hardly any worries within this whole crisis.

"I could care less of what he wants..." Angelika answered bluntly. "What he'll get is a quick death, painless or otherwise."

BRACK-BRACK-BRACK...VROOOM!

The sounds of immediate Kido weaponfire and a wave of crimson energy exploding just around the corner of the crystalline arched corridor caught the trio's attention. Tome halted his jog and Alastair slowed as well, as the prior walked quietly over to the edge of the crystalline wall, placing his hand against it while briefly closing his eyes. Sifting spirit energy within its absorbant surface, he was able to get a clear picture of what was happening just beyond...

"A dozen Sect guards are engaged in combat with three hostiles. Two of them are fighting while the other is...meditating or observing, I dunno," Tome spoke as he removed his hand from the surface of the wall, he then concurred, "the Sect guards are putting up a pretty good fight, considered how upper class these guys are. Their killing intent is enough to make my blood quiver with excitement!"

"Concentrate, Tome," Alastair spoke, unsheathing his Zanpakuto before gripping it tightly with his right hand, "they're not trying to win against the guards because they want to lure out the leaders of the Sect. I think we should prove the error of their ways..."

Luring out the leaders of the Sect.

Angelika thought about it for a moment. Though she could easily assume the motion was done out of arrogance, she also had to lean towards the I.C. having a purpose of doing so. Obviously, assassination of the leaders, or at least the H.V.I's of the bunch, would disrupt the usual flow of the organization and cause potential panic within the lesser members. It was the direct tactic to finish the assault.

This led to a number of questions.

For one, if they were aiming to deliver a direct blow to the Sect, then why weren't they aiming for vital parts of the location itself, the places where crucial data would be? Why were they simply choosing to kill every occupant within? After all, they had managed to locate the supposedly secret area in the first place, so there was no denying they had a knowledge of the place...

Maybe the Inner Circle hadn't figured out a way to crack their codes.

A small, amused smile crossed her face at the thought. "I agree..." She said to the two males. "Let's make ourselves known, shall we?"

Tome smiled ferally at the thought, while Alastair closed his eyes and raised himself up, before taking the lead to take the fight to their invaders.

Within a few steps, they rounded the corner to find a number of Sect guards firing and leaping around, engaging what looked like a red trenchcoat individual wielding a red sword. With every expert parry of their Kido fire upon his blade, their shots were disassimilated and absorbed, making his sword glow brighter and brighter. Within sight of the leaders of the Sect, the figure smiled widely, as he said, "Enough playing around then!"

With a shimmering movement that felt parallel to a Flash Step, but unnervingly different, the red haired trenchcoat figure leaped up into the air before calling out with a wide sweep of his sword, "Reddo Hadō!!!"

SPRRRRRRCRRAAAACK!

A wave of torrential Spiritual Energy flew towards the guards, forcing them to fall back, not before claiming a few who were too foolish enough to try and stop the wave of energy, becoming incinerated within initial contact of the powerful burst.

But as soon as it was drawing near to both the new arrivals and the remaining guards, Tome rushed in front of it before taking a hold of the vibrant crescent form of energy, holding it right before himself as it he was holding nothing but tissue paper.

"So you're the guy blatantly proclaiming your existence?" Tome asked rhetorically, before tightening his fist around the mass of energy...

SNAP-BRACK-Sizzzzzzle-hisssss...!

...and dispersing it harmlessly with a flex of his hand, a rise of steam emanated from the palm of his left hand as he retracted it back to his pocket casually, but with a malicious gleam in his eyes behind his reflective shades, "I'm going to enjoy beating you to death with your own arms!"

The red trenchcoat man descended swiftly, with a plain smile on his face as he held his black hilt-red blade Zanpakuto in his right hand while running a gloved hand through his hair casually, "That's a bold statement, coming from the likes of you...Tome Kūgun. Why don't you test that?!-"

"Calm yourself, Jaaku," a red-bordered, black cloaked brown haired man stepped forward in between what looked like three high spiritual pressured beings, all which carried a semblence of "rotten" and "tainted" power within them, "all good things come to those who wait."

"I don't see why we had to wait when we could've attacked them outright?" the white coat, dreadlock haired man on his left asked, his own black shades gleamed menacingly towards the arrivals.

"You'll understand once this is over," Ryūketsu insisted, as he looked onwards to his targets with dispassionate, cool eyes while emanating a power of authority and confidence within him, "as will you, when you've been dealt with."

"And this must be the leader..."

Angelika met his gaze with a narrowed eye, the light gone from her eyes. From the way that he stood, the aura of authority that he gave off, and the manner in which he carried himself, she could tell that he was the head of at least this particular group. As she reached out with her senses, she swore she could feel the energy decaying, rotting away, and reforming itself only to rot again in an endless cycle. These three were no normal spiritual entities.

And the one that had attacked the Sect guards...

"An energy absorber...? This may be more difficult than I thought..."

After what seemed like an hour of staring down each other, what was in reality only two minutes, Ryūketsu closed his eyes, before speaking to Jaaku then Korosou, "Jaaku, the Bijounaga is yours for the taking. Korosou, you will go after the Valentine's prodigal son. I'll have some words with Miss Hartmann..."

"Awwwww, no fair!" Jaaku whined, comically inflating his head over Ryūketsu, steaming at him, "I wanted to fight the woman! I'd give anything to hear her scream and watch her skin-"

"Jaaku," Ryūketsu's eyes opened, showing a liquid vibrant obsidian with red irises, an entirely new look for anyone who'd known him in the past, but his voice now spoke in a dangerous tone towards his comrade-turned-subordinate, "not. Now."

"Tch," Jaaku hissed, before locking his eyes on Tome whom was now simply whistling a tune while looking up at the ceiling. That downright caused him to be irritated, as he shook his weapon and fist in the air while yelling at him, "pay attention when I'm going to attack you, asshole!"

"Sorry?" Tome asked in a coy tone, his smile betraying any pretense of his purposeful ignorance, "I can't hear myself think when I have ants crawling in my ears. Did you say something?"

WHIZ!

"DIE, DAMMIT!" Jaaku roared out, slamming his Zanpakuto over his head towards Tome. Tome merely sidestepped, avoiding the slash altogether while keeping his hands in his pockets, causing Jaaku to swing violently while he skipped, hopped, and flipped all around Jaaku, "HOLD! DAMN! STILL!"

CLAP-FLIP-FLIP-CLASP!

"Sidus Num, Infernus Nubila!" Korosou spoke with declaration, creating a large array of light dots that formed arrows. When he was finished and they all gave birth to vibrant, star-bordered flames, before he threw them at a instaneous series of volleys at Alastair.

Alastair deftly, and acrobatically, dodged and weaved through the series of magic flames, occasionally slicing through a flame arrow before somersaulting here and there, off the crystalline walls and domed ceiling, as a series of pyrotechnic explosions rocked the hall they combatted in.

Ryūketsu however, moved slowly across and fearlessly in between the series of chaotic attacks as his cloaked form flourished in between every rush of motion, every burst of flames, and every gust of air, his eyes were stoic and unmoving...fixated directly at Angelika.

BLIP!

And within a single passing movement crossing between Angelika's line of sight of his figure, he disappeared in a nigh silent gesture. In what felt like only moments, Ryūketsu appeared behind her near her left flank, already en route of unsheathing his sword with a sickeningly high pitched tone. He began swinging towards her left underarm area, intending on cutting diagonally through her appendage and decapitating her within one single stroke. The feat of his effecient attack was nothing short of mastery within the arts of assassination...

It was something Angelika could relate to.

Assassination.

As her left arm raised itself up, her right hand thrust itself in a perpendicular motion. With skilled timing, her palm struck the side of his katana and diverted its path just in the nick of time. His cutting edge scraped the fabric of her white coat, but did nothing to the skin underneath. She moved her left arm in a 90-degree angle outwards, striking the underside of the raised blade to keep him from pulling it back in time. Every moment signaled the clear mastery of a hand-to-hand fighter, a veteran who had done this many times before.

Upon the second strike, she turned herself around fully to face him. Her right hand was shaped like a dagger as it was thrust toward his chest, her fingers aiming to rip through the target and out through the spine.

Within a instinctive moment, Ryūketsu twirled his down-pointed Zanpakuto around so he could ram the hilt up towards her charging arm, using his free hand to preform a sideswipe counter maneuver to send her arm away from his body. Within a flourishing motion as he used the momentum, he threw out a vicious roundhouse kick towards her ribcage, sending enough force to send her staggering backwards but nothing of superhuman feat. He was reserving that for when he truly needed to surprise his opponent...

Alastair raised a hand up as another volley of fiery arrows came towards him, speaking swiftly, "Hado # 33, Sokatsui!" Within a blast of blue flames of spiritual energy, it came into contact with the volley and caused them to explode upon impact, furthering towards his opponent.

Korosou, fortunately, had already predicted such a counter, as he extended a collective of spiritrons into a nigh invisible string. Swinging upwards, he cut a fine line between the Kido with ease, sending the blazing fire past his body before counterattacking with it against Alastair, the latter switched to using swordplay to parry the unique and terrifying weapon Korosou conjured up.

Tome however...

"For someone who challenged me blatantly..."

DODGE!

"...you certaintly have lousy aim..."

SIDESTEP!

"...can't you..."

VAULT!

"...at least..."

BACKPEDAL!

"...and hit me?" Tome asked in the middle of dodging each and every attack of Jaaku's, finding it almost leisurely in angering the man past the point of his prowess being useful or his skills. He was now just swinging like a toddler with a stick at the wind. No matter how hard he swung, he couldn't strike Tome, for the latter found it all too amusing to just let him take the hit and actually fight him.

Angelika raised her left arm downward in order to block the kick, taking the full brunt of it. With gritted teeth, she was forced away, jumping back a good distance. When she landed on her feet, her hands were settled into a defensive position. Her eyes were narrowed in concentration, her scowl faint but considerable. Though the sounds of war were all around her, all she was focused on was the one that dared to attack her in such a manner.

She drew in a breath, turning one of her hands to grasp the hilt of her own sword.

"Impressive," Ryūketsu managed to utter, even within the landscape of chaos and battle that was being created around them, raising his sword up to vertically divide his face, "your talents haven't aged a day since the last time I faced you. Even with the visual handicap you wear now," he then switched his stance, spreading the length of his sword towards her while perpindicularly facing her off. Crouching on his knees a few degrees, he pointed his two left fingers towards her, as the curled knuckles were lightly touching the backside of his blade. With the killing edge spreading just a few hairs past his outstretched forefingers, he then whispered lightly, "brings back memories, doesn't it?"

Ryūketsu closed the distance between them within a fast-movement step, reminiscent of a ghastly scream, appearing just a couple meters. With a swift turning, thrust motion that was executed as if trained repetitiously and thoroughly, sent a nostalgic singing blade towards her chest. Then, followed the true form of the sword technique he employed...

"Kazeheki...!" (風劈 kaze heki; Eng Lit Translation, "Wind Burst.")劈

WHIIZ-BRACK-SCREEEEEEAM!

Within the mere finishing touch of the twisting, thrusting motion, a rippling force of compressing atmospheric power ripped along with the sword as it aimed for its target. Then, with its halting action of the finishing thrust, it discharged a penetrative, cutting power from the compressed force in the shape and form of a cylindrical rippling form of hurricane harnessed winds.

Jaaku then decided to play a little dirty, knowing the unlikelyhood of striking the man unless he actually wanted to fight. Within a spinning slash of his sword which Tome easily backstepped away from, a hidden chain was released from the sleeves of his trenchcoat before spinning them widely and arcing them towards Tome.

"What kinda pretty chains have we got here-?" Tome asked, raising the back of his hand to block the incoming whip with ease...

SLAP!

...only to actually feel the edge of the chain scratch through his incredibly dense, naturally hard skin, bearing blood and skin flakes off of the initial strike. "The Hell?!"

"That's funny!" Jaaku jeered with a smile, as he closed the distance and swung his Zanpakuto with a crimson glow emanating from it, "cause that's where those chains are really from!"

Alastair, in the meantime, had been easily keeping up with Korosou's plethora of unique spells and combat styles, using only swordplay with the occasional use of Kido to suppliment his defenses against his opponent. However...he began growing impatient with him...

Korosou launched a large phoenix star-connected flame spell at him this time, but Alastair narrowed his eyes unimpressed, speaking lowly, "Such attacks won't reach me..."

WHIZ-FLICKER!

"...if you don't follow true to your aim," Alastair spoke as he appeared behind his opponent, the fiery bestial spell collided into the far end of the hallway away from everyone else, causing a large combustion of flames and spirit energy to be emitted.

"How did you-?!" Korosou uttered in utter shock, as Alastair swung his Zanpakuto across the entity's back...

CRACKLE-SPHIZ!

...only to be met by a inverted triangle crimson barrier, that absorbed the force of his swing with ease. While Korosou smiled, Alastair's eyes flared with alarm as he backpedaled away within a moment's notice, as the barrier projected dozens of light construct lances towards him, intending on squewering where he stood.

All it took was the movement of Angelika's hand and swift, precising timing.

The sheathed sword collided with the underside of Ryūketsu's blade, forcing both of them upwards to point their tips at the sky. The shockwave generated from the winds scattered, blowing in both of their faces. But it was not enough to make either one of them recoil, even as their clothes and hair billowed viciously. At his words, the scowl on Angelika's face grew slightly deeper.

"I'm sorry..." She muttered, her words slightly mocking. "If you are a face that was in my past, you must've not been someone worthy enough to be remembered."

"It was a chance encounter, if anything, so I'm not surprised..." Ryūketsu spoke lowly, without being phased by the sheer manipulation of the technique's aim with her own sheathed weapon, "I wanted to exploit your abilities...learn from your incredibly skill as one of the most famed assassins through a unprovoked attack...feigning...as a unnamed, faceless assassin," as he spoke, his left hand slowly and nearly silently snaked out a reddish hue-black chain, until he could grasp it within the palm of his hand with a few extra inches of metal to use, "let's just say, that it ended up going into your favor and I ended up having to cut my losses...!"

SKID-WHIZ!

Within a instant, Ryūketsu backpedaled rapidly within a blurring motion, breaking the hold her sheathed weapon had. When he reappeared, he swung out a elongated chain with a swift and skilled employment, whipping it around to strike her in the face, intending on either beating her head in or cut across the face itself.

"Become..."

Alastair uttered as the lances closed in on him faster than he could physically move,

"Henka...!" (変化 henka; Eng Lit Translation, "Metamorphisis.")

As a ray of bright blue light emanated from Alastair's Zanpakuto's edge, before its light touched the dozens of crimson, hard-light forged lances racing towards him. And, within that instant, they all shattered and shimmered, turning into harmless particles, fizzing and sparking in response to the rapid change affect.

"W-What?!" Korosou uttered aloud, surprised that his spell was countered so easily with a Zanpakuto release.

"You have forced my hand," Alastair narrowed his eyes, the irises glowing blue with killing intent as his body illuminated in a aura of his wrathful Spiritual Pressure cracked the air around them, "I will now take personal gratification in your demise, creature."

SNIK-CLASP!

As Jaaku struck Tome's neck with his Zanpakuto, releasing an excess of violent Spiritual Energy upon his form, all could be seen within the aftermath was a lightly illuminated form of Tome, with a unimpressed glare behind his shade-donned eyes. The blade, unlike his chains, barely marred his skin's surface, causing a slight blackening as if a blowtorch was taken to the most dense mineral on earth and held there for as long as it could, but with no further use.

"Take a hike, loser!" Tome snarled, pointing his finger at the Zanpakuto that rested upon his person...

VRRRRBLAAAAM!

...and sent enough energy and force to slam Jaaku into the far crystalline wall, the energy barely absorbed because of its explosive collective power, as well as the force used to send the other man reeling, cracking the surface lightly.

Angelika found the simple move of a chain to be insulting to her skills.

But after seeing what had happened to Tome, she decided not to chance it.

She allowed herself to step back in order to avoid the chain...

...and her blood ran cold.

When the tip of the chain raced past her face, she could feel her eyepatch heat up a little as it was touched just barely. Out of instinct, she jumped back a little further, her free hand clutching the patch with the index and middle finger. A bead of sweat fell down her face once she felt the material, which was a bit thinner than she would have liked it to be. Such was the result of it being singed by the heat of the metal.

"You naiive fool..." She reprimanded, lowering her hand. "Don't you know that curiosity can be a very fatal quality?"

Then, she moved.

With a Flash Step, she was instantly re-appearing and appearing as several images within his vision. Each image moved everywhere in an effort to confuse and disorient him, to lure him into attacking the real form and missing. It was one of the oldest methods one could use with the locomotive technique. But when put to good use, it was also one of the most effective weapons in an arsenal.

Anyone of a mediocre caliber would've fell for a well-honed employment of Flash Steps against the enemy. However, Ryūketsu was far from an ordinary opponnent...

"Hadō #58," Ryūketsu uttered while extending his free hand swiftly, discharging a outward expanding twister of torrential winds towards Angelika's shimmering "bodies", "Tenran!"

Tome looked towards the area where he sent his opponent, landing onto the crystalline ground and began walking casually towards him, "You may be a simpering convict who escaped one of most secure Spiritual Dungeons known in the universe, but you aren't very battle saavy are you?"

"Hehehehehehahahahahahaha!" Jaaku laughed aloud in triumph, as his Zanpakuto glowed brightly from the excess spiritual energy Tome sent at him, emerging hardly scathed by his enemy's attack. "Thanks for the juice," Jaaku said with a malicious gleeful smile, rushing towards him while swinging his blade with augmented strength and discharging energy, "and have some back!"

"This is far from over!" Korosou bellowed, making a series of lines within the air, before constructing what looked like a crimson-line constructed golem protecting himself, "Sidus Num, Profanum Armaturam!"

"Your attacks won't reach me now, foul creature," Alastair spoke aloud as he walked casually towards him, his Zanpakuto flickering and pulsating with power even as his body emanated a wrathful, killing intent through his magnifying spiritual pressure.

Click.

Shing!

Woosh!

The sounds of Angelika's katana finally being unsheathed rang within her ears. The blade moved with a swift and precise movement that only a master swordsman was capable of. The cutting edge tore through the winds, causing its power to scatter across the battlefield.

But for Ryūketsu, there was a much more devastating effect.

Blood escaped from the gashes made vertically across his arms, spilling onto the ground - an effect that only belong to the technique that was Tamajutsu. "I already have one brat wanting to nose into everything that exists..." His assailant said lowly, directing a piercing stare towards her opponent. "I certainly do not need another!"

Ryūketsu's eyes dialated as pain shot up his arms, having seen no visible attack from the extension of Angelika's swordplay, albeit enough to physically render the Kido inert. As he heard the droplets of blood, Ryūketsu's eyes looked down and saw cuts open up from within his arm, rather than surface penetration.

With a slight half-slit expression on his face, he raised his gaze back to Angelika, "So, this is the famed Sword Style that turns the aggressive empathic force of an enemy back upon himself? I suppose my Master doesn't exaggerate when he says that you might be possessing such a power, besides your own mentor..."

Within a raise of his bloody arms, he grasped his Zanpakuto while the blade's dulled edge divided his face, whispering, "Punish," within a flare of light, his blade took on a darker more menacing spiritual pressure as well as dividing the tsuba into a four pronged cross with bladed protrutions from them, while the blade itself took on latin-esque script upon the length of the body's metalic surface, "Shūnenbukai..."

Without any utterances, Ryūketsu made a handsign, causing the blood to glow crimson along his arms before healing it with no signs of scarring, though from the smell of its employment, it looked like it bore incredible painful projections upon himself.

"Now then, Angelika Hartmann," he raised his Zanpakuto to point at her direction, "let's see...who can lay the killing blow upon the other first, shall we?"

Korosou roared out with a maddened gaze, swinging his left hand in conjunction with the spell-casted golem specter, "DIE YOU LOWLY SCUM!"

Within the wake of the powerful specter's fist, Alastair caused his blade to glow once more, before thoroughly thrusting his sword's edge into the crease of the fist, whispering, "Fūbi." (風靡 fuubi; Eng Lit Translation, "Dominate.")

Within the instant of making contact, the fist suddenly began to revert and change, the construct dividing itself and turning into a series of spherical lights that traveled all the way back up and around Korosou, causing the latter to panic and look around in terror.

"What the hell did you do?! That was a high class construct! How could you turn it against me?!" Korosou asked incredulously as he recognized the immense pulsation of power as a sign of its volitility.

"My Zanpakuto, has the power to change both itself and anything its blade makes contact with," Alastair spoke smoothly as he raised his Zanpakuto up vertically in emphasis, "while its passive defense would be the ability to break the bonds of spiritrons by merely parrying with said object, whether it be spells or flesh, a more aggressive trait is what's happening now.

I turned your spell into a spiriturally volitile, concentrative bomb," Alastair spoke while turning his back upon him, merely swinging his sword out in a executive stance, "narrowed down to a five meter impact radius."

"DAMN YOU!!!-"

Vrrrrrrrrr-BRRRRRRRACK, BOOOOM!

And within a instaneous flash of blue light, a pillar of torrentially powered energy exploded around Korosou, striking the ceiling in such a dramatic fashion that it sent shivers and vibrations throughout the entire crystalline corridor. Korosou, had been vanquished!

Tome meanwhile, had been parrying the enhanced strikes against Jaaku with slight caution. Had it been not for the Hell's Chains he was utilizing upon occasion, Tome would've let his enemy tire out and land a critical blow when least expecting it. Now, as he saw this man's initial power was to absorb Spiritual particles within contact of his blade, allowing him to increase his personalized power and blade's energy releases indefinitely, he realized that it could also be a double edged sword. As he began swiftly dodging and parrying his opponent's attacks, Tome smiled as he thought up a plan, one of which would shock his adversary to his very core...

Angelika took that as a challenge.

She spread her legs apart in a preparing stance, her blade sliding back into its sheath with the command of her hand. As she kept the palm and fingers wrapped around the hilt, she lowered her head a little to where her face would be completely overshadowed. All that could be seen was the light of her lone eye, presenting an eerie visage.

Ryūketsu's eyes narrowed, as he shifted the soles of his sandal-garnered feet, moving a little forward and backwards with each opposing foot. His breathing had almost stopped to a crawl, his heartbeat slowed, and his eyes closed. It was then, at this moment, that all outward and inward sensation of aggression and killing intent was nullified completely. To any adversary, it would almost appear as if he died standing...to anyone of high caliber of swordsmanship and experience, it appeared he became tranquility incarnate.

That...is when Ryūketsu made his move, while retaining this stance and sensation.

SHFT!

A near silent shifting motion and the hunter moved in swiftly, swinging his sword in a figure eight movement at such a high speed it had happened by the time he stepped down onto the ground a meter past Angelika's location. Within that moment, a series of barbed chains encircled around her person's space, moving at high speeds with enough tensile strength that it would squeeze the breath out of her. What was within the barbs themselves were toxins that would indefinitely paralyze all muscular contractions and spiritron flow within the body. This was the technique, known as Baindo Kugyō, as it was employed against its target.

"HA!" Jaaku called out with a victorious cry as he swung his blade with a incredible flourishing motion, discharging a large fissure of crimson cutting energy.

It was within the same moment as when Korosou's dying scream had been cognitively acknowledged by Jaaku that when he saw Tome backhand the energy with ease, sending the arc hurtling into an opposing crystalline wall, where it was absorbed and vibrated throughout the corridor's structure.

"Stop playing around with this kiddy shit," Tome spoke aloud in a dark, menacing tone as he raised his formerly bleeding hand to show no wound to sport, albeit flakes of blood were shown from the earlier cut, "show me your true power, Hanta. I might actually show you some of mine, if you try..."

"Don't FUCK with me!!!" Jaaku snarled out with a hysterically, vicious cry, his body emanated a forceful aura of nauseating, decaying Spiritual Pressure as his body glowed bright crimson. Within a propulsion of his feet off the air and the crystalline wall, Jaaku howled out while striking with a crimson embodied swordstrike, causing a devestating ripple within the spiritrons and the air, breaking it upon mid-swing in order to cause a immense explosion.

However, Jaaku's glare turned to a malicious smile, seeing out of the haze and steam that Tome had his Zanpakuto drawn within his right hand, guarding against Jaaku's own weapon, "Seems I finally got you to draw your damn sword, Bijounaga!-"

CRACK!

"Shaddup!" Tome said with a blank, yet dangerous glare of his own, as his body moved with a blinding speed Jaaku couldn't follow. His shin met Jaaku's side, with a sound of air cracking within the moment his leg met the latter man's kidney and side, ushering out a stream of blood and saliva out of the invader's mouth. Then with a screaming torrential velocity, Jaaku crashed with a violent impact into the ground, shaking the whole of the opposite end of the corridor away from Alastair and Angelika, "You're making my damned ears itch hearing you yapping!"

The shake was not enough to distract Angelika from the chains that surrounded her and were closing in - fast.

All it took was one barb to scratch her skin... and it would be all over.

With deft Flash Steps, Angelika moved to get away from the chains before they ensnared her. The first movement was one that carried her near the top of the trap. One of her boots pressed itself against the chains, the material of the sole effectively stopping the barbs from entering too far. The next movement carried her out through the opening, and she was able to land on the ground successfully.

It was here, that out of the corner of her eye, she saw a tear on one of her jacket lapels... and realized just what would've happened if she had been a split-second too late. A bead of sweat fell down her face, and she gritted her teeth slightly when she turned to look at Ryūketsu again.

This was certainly not one to take lightly.

Ryūketsu's form turned slowly and purposely towards her, his gaze meeting hers with the most unsettling look any warrior would give to another.

No Anger...

No Malice...

No Hate...

No Vindiction...

Just...eery...serenity...

"You moved well to anticipate me," Ryūketsu spoke, before his form had seemingly divert visually. As his form seemed to vibrate and shimmer while he spoke, the afterimage which had speaking to her was now in front of her, "but I've just begun...to attack..."

It was at that point Ryūketsu's Zanpakuto employed one of its more deadly traits. The venom within the blade's edge had enough potency that with just a single scratch would feel like a severance through the body, leaving nerve endings enflamed and overloaded within the target's nervous system. Though only localized to a particular area and limited to a ten second interval of affect, the pain would be so traumatizing to those who bear a normal sword wound that some would even pass out from the sheer pain of the affect.

Ryūketsu began swinging with expertise of swordsmen on par with legends within the Gotei 13's Captaincy. Swings were well timed, counters and parries utilized to an extent where he would employ swift counterattacks, thrusts were rapid, and strength was put forth enough to push back some of the most robust of opponents. Ryūketsu knew if he held a single ounce of skill back, he would have no chance against this formerly renowned, infamous assassin.

It was a good thing that the German woman had not been touched by the cutting edge.

She could brush off the fact that she had missed torture by a millimeter. As long as she was not hit, touched by those deadly poisonous tips, she was fine. It was pointless to worry about what would have been, especially when the opponent could kill her the millisecond she let her guard down. No, she was never that foolish as to make such a novice mistake like that.

She could handle herself as he attacked with newfound aggression, his blade moving to meet hers again and again in abnormally fast succession. Even if her eye couldn't catch the movement of her opponent, her body automatically reacted to each and every strike made against her. Not once did she allow herself to slip up. Her body, trained with discipline and diligence, would not allow it even if she wanted it to happen.

But the one thing that phased her the most was the way he was looking at her.

Those eyes were the ones of a true assassin, a cold-blooded killing machine. There was no enjoyment of the fight, no anger for her, no emotion at all. Despite himself and his very nature, he looked calm, gentle, and even enlightened even as he clashed blades with her. The more her condemning gaze met this faux peacefulness, the more numb her body felt even as it continued to move against his.

Were they even fighting?

Or were they simply standing still?

Her lips curled into a discreet smile, and she allowed herself to say one word.

"Beautiful."

With a swift motion of her free arm, she wrapped it around Ryūketsu's arm as it was making a thrust towards her. A follow-up of this was a counter-thrust of her own sword towards his face.

"Isn't it?"

SNIP-CLAMP!

Within the motion of her thrust, he made a timely intervention of his own free hand as he shot his palm up vertically at a 90 degree. His hands perfectly clamped upon her elbow, the vice grip enough to hold it in place and restrict movement of her swordarm, while his own arm was in the same predicament. His head had moved within the last moment, and earned a few bangs clipped from his face. A remarkable improvement from the earlier wounds earned by her Tamajutsu-induced attack.

"Its an ancient form of Zanjutsu spanning back to the golden days of swordsmanship, called Seijo Neya. You might've heard of it during your tuteledge within that fiercesome art of Tamashī no Sonshitsu under your mentor," Ryūketsu spoke in a even, smooth, almost attractive tone to the female former assassin, turned-merc-boss, "this form of combat I save for those I truly wish to clash blades with...to savor their presence and being entirely...and those I wish to kill without any enjoyment."

"Is that so...?"

Her body tensed up for a brief moment before she boosted away, releasing him and freeing herself from his grip simultaneously. As she landed in a crouched position, she kept herself balanced. "Oh, how sad this is..." She muttered, her tone calm but slightly amused. "This is just too soon for us to be fighting like this. Too soon, when both of us are clearly dogs doing their orders and nothing more. Had this been in a later time, I would have taken a much more different attitude to it.... but now...."

With a casual flip of the blade, she slowly sheathed the blade with a foreboding click, once the hilt met the maw of the sheath.

"You are nothing more than an enemy who will be destroyed."

Ryūketsu looked unmoved by her words, as a mountain would be by a blissfully soft breeze. His eyes locked onto hers, eyepatch and all, before raising his Zanpakuto dividing his face in a serene, deadly appearance, "I concur to say the same to you. It is unfortunate we met in this life...in such a fashion. Perhaps the next we will lock blades as equals rather than enemies."

SLICE!

Ryūketsu moved within a instant, his body flowing and vaulting over her head while slashing towards her shoulder, still employing the passive ability of his venom-edged blade. As he would land on the other side, he crouched before thrusting behind himself and then rolling to the side, slashing horizontally as he repositioned himself back onto his feet, now upon Angelika's previous left flank by a meter and a half.

It was here, that Ryūketsu swung his Zanpakuto in a swift rotational pattern before swinging it side to side, sending a kinetically whip-like attack of his Baindo Kugyō chains, intending on shredding her body in multiple directions with enough force within each convulsion of the chained-barbed long-ranged attacks to issue a solid punch from a body builder.

The first slash was avoided by simply ducking.

But as she turned around just in time to see Ryūketsu move the chains, she allowed herself to stop completely. Even as the chains raced towards her, she did not move an inch or even look like she was attempting to avoid it. Instead, her eye shifted towards the one who had defeated his opponent. It was an unspoken, nonverbal, but clear message sent to him.

Why are you standing there?

Alastair sighed, as he walked towards the conflict, each step looked leisurely and in no hurry. But within midstride of his next step...he acted!

SWING-CRACKLE!

Alastair moved within a deft, masterfully employed Flash Step as his Zanpakuto's edge met the chain right before Angelika's eyes, muttering a low word...

"Fūbi..."

...causing the entire chain that had been sent towards Angelika's, and now the priorly mentioned man's face into a fuse of a highly volatile spiritually chaotic reaction, racing right towards Ryūketsu's own form within a instant.

BOOOM!

The bright crimson-orange explosion funneled in Ryūketsu's direction sent a billowing wind all around, save for Alastair's and Angelika's location. His stoic stature was unreptant and merciless, as he lowered his Zanpakuto with a furrowing of his brows.

"He's gone," the British accented man spoke with a tinge of disappointment in his cool tone, before turning back to Angelika, "I guess my interference disrupted his vibes?"

It was here that Angelika slipped her hand into her pocket. The faint click of a small box being opened could be heard from that pocket. Within her fingers, she pulled out a cigarillo and held it. Placing the end in her mouth, she fished out a lighter from the opposite pocket. Her eyebrows were furrowed as her thumb worked at the wheel.

"That will happen..."

Upon emphasis of the statement, the flame flickered, and the lighter was raised to ignite the lit end. "When an enemy is so narrow-minded, then they tend to flee when they realize that their ideals and plans don't work. A two-sided slaughter isn't where a duel belongs. Despite all he knew, he and his comrades didn't seem to grasp the concept of that, did they?"

"It would seem so," Alastair said evenly, his frown did not ease even in light of Angelika's statement, but let his sword down to his side as he turned towards Tome's direction, asking his masculine compatriot, "you done playing over there, Mister Tome?"

CRACK-WHAM!

"Eyup! These guys are nothing but talk!" Tome yelled out with a wide canine smile, as his feet slammed onto the formerly struggling form of Jaaku, officially imbedding him into the crystalline ground, causing another quake-like tremor throughout the corridor, "now let's go find the leader of this sorry excuse for an invasion, shall we?!"

With a curt nod, Angelika placed her hands into her pockets. "An Arrancar, and now these elements..." She muttered, taking the cigarette out of her mouth for a moment in order to blow out a puff of smoke. "Quite the mixed bag of intruders we have here. It makes me wonder what more is there beyond this hallway..."