Assimilate, Triad of Souls!

"Bankai! Runa Ookami!"

The great white wolf stood behind the red haired Shinigami, under the blood red sky. He smiled to himself, looking over the large number of bandits that stood before him, now scared to death by the creature that towered over them. Daigoro Ito, the Commander of the Stone Cross, and a defensive force within the Kokuryuteshi, and in fact the world. Not many stood up to his overbearing defense, and his attack was to be desired. His eyes closed softly, and he stared over the group with a grin.

"Are you sure you want to continue this little charade?" He smiled brightly, and tilted his head to the side. He stepped forwards, and held the blade out to them. The group looked amongst themselves, and counted their forces. They outnumbered him, twenty to one. He smiled softly, and just stepped forwards, as the men began to run at him. He wasn't going to do too much...

They struck out at him, the redhead dodging and parrying. One of their swords cut him, and he just kept going. He wasn't the indomitable defense for nothing. He grinned, and cut them down, one by one. Yeah, he wasn't much for killing. But these guys... they were dregs. They would never accept the peace. They needed to be taught... that their peace was nobody's peace, bar their own. They would only steal. Therefore they didn't deserve mercy. As the bodies fell, Daigoro closed his eyes and breathed in.

"You all deserve penance. Thank you. Now, rest easy..." He was about to return the bankai into the sealed blade, when he felt a presence. His eyes narrowed, and he looked around for the source.