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Years ago, at this point, Uriel Sancroix walked into the city of lights and threw his lot in with them. Throughout this time he had cultivated friendships and partnerships that ran deep. In some other worlds he might be considered 'compromised.' He had never strayed from his obligation to his homeland, but he had never shirked the Vandenreich for what he could provide them. In his hand he had begun to believe co-existence between the two entities was possible, if had to be possible. Even if he was caught between the gears and grinded to dust, such was the sacrifice of a soldier.

He had given up his name, his life, his lineage; long ago.

Uriel had no went into battle immediately, as one of the more senior members of the Vandenreich his job was to conduct information gathering. He had not the leisure or pleasure to charge into battle uninformed, he was working in conjunction with whatever operational forces to conduct an evacuation into shelters. In truth, Uriel had long expected and planned for an assault on the City of Lights. If his origins taught him one thing, it was the whims of Gods among men paid no concern to the lives they stepped on along the way.

"Activation of battle plan ALPHA-GOLD. Authorization code: Zulu-Charlie-Niner-Zero-Hotel-Juliet."

The words rippled down the radio channels as Uriel lowered his hand from his ear, as his makeshift HQ turned into a hive of activity. The battleplan was made as an internal plan for the Todgestalten in the event of a total collapse of hierarchy, intended to set up makeshift Casuality Collection Points and shelters. As he watched the battle take a turn for the worst his lips pursed, he would need to extract the surviving agents if there were any at this rate.

"Night higher, assume command. I'm deploying."

Uriel would finally say as he began to exit the shelter, a grimace on his face. Ichigo Kurosaki. That was what the intelligence gathered. Nothing of usage, only that immense hollowified energy existed within this being. That he had history on Earth and should be approached with extreme caution. At it's core there was quite the power gap between them, yet this was the very thing Uriel was made. What he sacrificed his personage for. To counteract, albeit with a team, extraordinarily powerful beings such as this creature.

He could feel his Zanpakatou heating up at his side, a call to battle? Maybe.

He disappeared as a blur, utilization Hoho. There was a series of faint spiritual signatures near the battlesight. If he was not so used to the miasma of battle he wouldn't be able to find them. First was a blonde man, not too different from himself. Smaller, and broken all over. There was no time for caution or care as Uriel snatched the male upwards throwing him on one shoulder. "Apologies." He'd mutter as he disappeared in another flash step, towards the position of one more faint energy signature. He could see the falling flaming ball in the air, doing some quick mental calculations the super-soldier would squat before launching himself in the air catching the falling Quincy. As they neared the ground, he'd soften his landing bending his knees a bit.

The man would have to deposit them within the arms of a distant soldier, grimace on his face. That was all he was able to get, for now. "Get them too medical." He'd order before shifting his gaze back towards an extreme flare of spiritual energy and bright explosion was seen from the original site of battle once more. God dammit. He turned to head back before more orders could be given, the world slowing around him as he arrived just in time to see Kouto be cut down.

So be it.

Uriel's gloved and armored hand would move towards his Zanpakatou, a two-handed longsword that flared outwards at the base. Those within the surrounding area would begin to feel subtle increases in the degrees of the area, heat beginning to build around the man. The sun was past noon, but enough in the air that he could still feel the warmth of it. He was still gaining power from it, and that would have to be enough. As he drew his blade to completion a wave of reiatsu would emit, before it condensed. All the latent spiritual energy within the area would begin to pull in towards Uriel, an unamused expression on his face as he began to speak.

"Cast your gaze, and sacrifice your sight, Sol."

A rippling of spiritual energy was felt as his form was engulfed in untamed flames. The edges of his cloak seeming burning indefinitely as he raised his sword upwards in an Ox-Guard fashion. Emerald irises would focus on Ichigo Kurasaki with the utmost focus, he could feel his body reacting to their presence. The augmented muscles within his form pulsing, the coiled sinews waiting to explode, his ocular reflexes tightening. An exhale was given.