Walking around; Bored (MAIN STORYLINE EVENT)

Dellapero Grance glanced at the new entrant who had just appeared directly outside the barrier a few feet away from himself. Judging from the spiritual energy, the individual was either a former or the current primera, segunda, or trecero. He didn't really keep track of who was and wasn't in the espada other then who the cero was and his own position. The being identified themself as the current Segunda Espada, one rank above his own, though their power was virtually at the same level. Dellapero Grance continued examining the area and the spiritual levels of all combatants in the area using a technological enchancement placed in his eyes that allowed him to measure the spiritual power of other entitys on a scale compared to the average fighter and on a scale compared to his own. At the moment, he was using it to compare with his own strength. So far, not many people on the opposing side were even at his or the other espada's power at the time being.

Dellapero Grance began to see a new signature on his reiatsu detector, being of a power higher then his own to an extent. This was around the same time period that the segunda had drawn their zanpakto and cutt the barrier encasing the main battlefeild to nothingness. The barrier probably wasn't all that powerful if a simple slash could take out the entire thing. The one who would turn out to be his opponent in all this destruction appeared before the two using the imfamous shunpo technique.A amplifyer of speed used by the shinigami and Vizard species. The trecero espada had a close eye on the shinigami, ready to act to any sudden movements and counter accordingly. Judging from the spiritual power and appearance of the individual, Dellapero Grance assumed the being was in their bankai state. The powers of that bankai were still unknown though.

Dellapero, noticing the shinigami had vanished in a flash of speed, moved quickly to the right at speeds few could compare to while simultaniously turning so that he would be facing the spot he was previously at the exact moment when the attack would have hit. This was a common method he used when being attacked by a shunpo as it worked for when attacked from behind or infront and not many strikes were sent at the sides for some reason. It was just something that had always been a pattern in the many years he had existed. Attacks always were from the front or the back in most instances.This was no different and just as predictable. Dellapero Grance heard his opponent began to speak some type of name or phrase, but it wasn't for a kido, no, they had longer incantations and are followed by a number. That is when it dawned on him as a blast of massiv black energy was sent in his direction from the shinigami's blade. Getting hit by that would prove worse then even getting impaled by that earlier stab. Reacting quickly, Dellapero used the infamous arrancar equivilant to shunpo, the sonido, to vanish in a burst of speed and move around the blast, barely evading being hit. The arrancar would show himself again directly behind the shinigami with about ten feet of distence apart. Speaking briefly, he said in his somewhat deep tone of voice. "Not a half-bad technique, shinigami."

Even as the fights around him were becoming more heated, Diablo simply stood there; seemingly unfazed by the clashing powers or intense conflicts. In fact, Diablo hadn't moved much after destroying the electrical barrier; only moving his sword down to his side as if to show that he would only really attack if provoked. Of course, with the arrival of a new presence, Diablo immediately knew who he wasn't going to fight; Ichigo Kurosaki. Yet, it almost seemed that Ichigo had the same idea as Diablo, at least in regards to a possible fight; both of them would rather avoid it. "...Kurosaki...correct?" Diablo asked without emotions, although he already knew the answer to this question. Sure, Diablo had never actually met the Shinigami, but after breaking into Las Nochas and causing quite the ruckus, chances were that the Espada would know your name. "...I do not wish to fight you Kurosaki...but I cannot leave until this mess esta terminado..." Diablo managed to say before Ichigo went to fight the Trecera Espada. To be honest, even if Diablo had wanted to fight Ichigo, he wasn't gonna stop him from beating Dellapero. Not just because he only looked out for his own life, but because Dellapero annoyed him a bit as well.

Of course, as Diablo went back to watching the fighting, he noticed something odd taking place in the air. While one of his "allies" fought off two opponents, Diablo noticed a large, mechanical figure a few meters behind them; seemingly charging up an attack or something of that nature. While he honestly did not wish to fight, Diablo knew that whatever the mechanical figure was planning wouldn't be in his favor; that, and Diablo did not wish for Zefonse's two opponents to go after himself if Zefonse were incapacitated. Without any warning, and obviously unexpected by anyone, Diablo closed his eyes before quickly using sonido to appear right in front of the mecha. Because of his speed and the unexpectedness of his actions, it would have been near impossible to have anticipated his movement. Without wasting any time, Diablo quickly slashed at the mecha three times; the first down upon the joint between it's left arm and torso, the second horizontally across the midsection of its torso, and finally up across the joint between its right arm and torso. This was then followed by a fast yet strong strike to the mecha's torso with his palm, aimed to knock it back and exasperate any damage caused by his slashes. "...Mechanical beings...annoy me..." Diablo said, still no emotions in his tone; even after his attacks or statement that alluded to a feeling of annoyance "...They simply won't bleed..."

Diablo's Fun Translation time!
"esta terminado" = "is finished/over"

[Kurosaki Ichigo]

"Not a half-bad technique, shinigami."
Slowly, Ichigos stance seemingly relaxed, but the sword was still tightly gripped in his hand. Seemingly to get his longer hair out of his face, his left hand moved to just that, without his enemy being able to see it. But thinking that the Shinigami Captain was simply being confident, or trying to show off, would be a stupid thought considering that anyone who could feel even a bit of Reiatsu was able to sense the sudden change.
It was as if a bright, blue sky on a summer day was suddenly darkened by heavy clouds, and as if the pressure of the heavens fell down to earth itself. The ground around Ichigos feet began to brittle slightly, and small stones flew up into the air before desintegrating for a short moment, as if reality itself adjusted to be able to withstand what was happening right now.
//He's fast... not as fast as Tsubine or Shadin, though. Maybe about Grimmjows old level, or slightly above. He decided not to block, so maybe his Hierro isn't top-notch. Or he didn't want to take his chances. I can't make hastly decisions right now. His strength... hard to gauge so far. But not bad. Have to be a bit carefull... though not as much right now.// All those thoughts flooded his mind as he turned around halfway, the head completely, and looking at his enemy again. Ichigo had changed. Not just the Reiatsu was suddenly tainted in the deepest, but still gentle and strong-willed powers. On his face, the grim mask of a Vizard was visible, with the eyes having the usual Hollow-appearance behind it. This was the source of his full strength, the secret power he accidentally unlocked, and spend 400 years mastering. The driving force, the 'horse' of the 'king'.
"Sorry. I am not a Shinigami." The typical, double voice was heard, the final signal that someone truely was a Vizard. As Ichigo vanished again, it was nothing like the first time. Instead of a slight woosh, the sound was more static. But by the time the Arrancar would be able to hear the sound, Ichigo would've already attacked. His speed was far above that of mere sound right now. "I'm a Vizard."
Indeed, Ichigo had fully switched into using both his Shinigami and Hollow powers now, as evident through him using Sonido now instead of Shunpo - as he appeared using that last step, to the right side of the Espada. The slash that followed was nothing like that first step. Ichigos aura was calm, even though his Reiatsu was so vast and uncontrolled like an ocean. This terrible calm in his inner world only made it easier for him to execute this downwards swing.
The black blade of Tensa Zangetsu cut through the air with speed that was around double or more of the first stab. Besides that, the concentrated Reiatsu of Ichigo only sharpened the compact blade further - right now, Tensa Zangetsu was able to cut through a whole mountain and cleave it in two. The physical force behind it was simply ridicolous.
But this fast strike wasn't everything. After executing it, Ichigo turned his blade slightly, moving it to the side, before executing a follow-up strike from his own lower left to upper right, in order to force the Espada into the defense. In his right hand, slowly, a red light was starting to shine. He charged up a move normally signatured by Hollows - the Cero. Still, it was not ready to be fired just yet.

"Dai Time to go, you shall return back to base, I shall go fight else where, If you stay Kin might order people to kill you, so return home quickly, my friend.” The redhead sighed when Zefonse said that. He wanted to keep these people safe... but if Kin said that he wasn't to stay, then he would comply. With a soft sigh, Daigoro lowered his head and his weapons, the wolf dematerializing around his body, turning into a small mist of white-and-red Reiatsu. He smiled softly, and stepped forwards, turning towards Unohana.

"Forgive me, Unohana-Taichou. I meant no harm to Soul Society, or the Gotei 13. I just wanted peace. I haven't been completely honest with anybody, let alone myself. But that was the dictation of circumstance, that's all." He sighed again, and stepped forwards, away from Unohana, and towards Shintaro, with a small smile and a laugh.

"I've been around for over 800 years, and I've seen some things in my time. But that fire in your eyes, it's something that most people would kill to get. Hold onto it, I can see you becoming someone truly strong, both of heart and soul." His final words were... simple. There was no emotion behind them, yet Dai had to bring himself from crying. He couldn't show emotion, he had to make sure that he seemed to be leaving it all behind.

I'm not a traitor. I can't just give up on four-hundred years of my life like that. There is no way that I can cast it off. His face was forlorn, and his last words were aimed at the Third Division Captain, who seemed to be up and ready to fight Zefonse still. Pity that she'd lost her target, huh?

"I was killed in the battle by one of the Arrancar, but not the one who just escaped. My name is Daigoro Ito, formerly of the Second Division, now of the Kokuryuteshi. Know my name, and know what I say. I am no enemy of yours, not personally. I am a Shinigami, and I will not forgo that. Goodbye, Soul Society. I hope that we can live in peace after all this is over..." He closed his eyes, and muttered a few words, holding up his right hand, the Glaive glowing as he spoke. Dai then cast the only spell he knew, and one that he had only just remembered. A small tear in the space later, and Dai had stepped through to the Kokuryuteshi's world, the slice closing behind him.

He didn't look back. There was no need.

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Retta was not expecting something to come at her now as Aello's bullet sensors picked up an unidentified object heading towards her. She flicked the throttle and flew back with a similar speed of a high-powered fighter jet. Due to the distance differences between her speed and the opponent's sword length, Aello escaped with plenty of room for errors. The being continued to attack as Retta initiated Aello's specialized feature, the ability to use both speed and agility to maximize city-based warfare effectiveness. Aello shoots to the left to avoid the one going for its right arm then back again to avoid the horizontal slash. With the blade charged, Retta kept her sights on both the being and Zefonse. Now Zefonse goes after her, but went out of her sight. Instinctively, Retta thrusts Aello forward, guessing that Zefonse is behind her. She spun around and keeps both the being and Zefonse in her sight. Soon, she realized Zefonse is going to retreat, but Retta is assigned to take him out. So she thrusts forward after him at 100% power, making the illusion of Shunpo, but it was quick enough to be faster than a fighter jet on afterburner. As Zefonse entered, Retta blasted her way into the black gate, although she wrecked Aello in the process. Where she is now...no one knows, but Zefonse.


Unohana was now at a loss of thoughts when Dai left. The only thing she has in her priorities were to get the citizens out, the fourth division united and the wounded out of the wreckage. First thing first. The human pilot who fell because of Neviah. She walked to the burning wreckage and used her reiatsu to fan out the flames and extinguish them. Even though the metal is hot, Unohana air-walked to the breastplate of the mecha and for the first time in a very long time, unsheathed her zanpakuto. With deep accuracy, she elegantly cut the breastplate into six pieces. She sheathed her zanpakuto and used her hand to pull the pieces off, revealing a badly injured man inside. Without seconds to examine, Unohana scooped the man out and carried him on her shoulder off the wreckage and into the safety zone, where she can have the available medics treat him. But first, she used her healing kido and herbs to stabilize him, so he would not die during the recovery. After all that, she walked away from the injured man to tend to the others who would be trapped under the wreckages. For all the fourth division members, they did not know who brought the man out or how the mech's breastplate was broken into six pieces, but the man's healed injuries are definitely possible by their captain.