Cave Systems.. Theyve gotta be here...

Crackling stones were all that told of his existance down here. It was dark - to but it lightly. Having entered this deep cavern from another entrance than the ones already inside, he was completely invisible to even the senses of his 'rival'. He, who had died months ago - a man that was supposed to have vanished from the world. But here he was, his steps as save as during broad daylight - his eyes shone red, a sign of his Ziamichi-Spirit granting him cat-like vision and ability to see in the darkest places.
The reason he was invisible to the senses of Zefonse was easy - he was a Quincy. As long as he did not activate his Ziamichi-Form, he lacked any Reiatsu large enough to sense on an Island made out of as much energy as this place. At the moment, he was but a small friction - something that could be a natural phenomenon, the man who was supposed to be dead was in no hurry. The reason why he was here, instead of on the surface, facing whatever Arrancar had just released this huge Reiatsu, was also simple.
"Heh... If my senses are not dulled out, he's even stronger than before now."
//Your senses can't dull, dummy.//
"Right. Sorry, Shiro."

Of course, his senses could not dull out. Someone who was able to return from beyond the grave was not that easily tricked. Even though it didn't seem like the former Espada had released his full power, Johnathan felt the impending doom it posessed, this incredibly cripplying power that would bring a Captain to the knees. This power... the power of a true God of Battle. But unlike others, the lone Quincy warrior knew no fear, and no pain. Everything was nothing compared to his ideal.
Still, not far away from the group now - he stopped. A small ruckus - most likely, the cave was starting to collapse. But that wasn't the reason he stopped - in the wall right besides him, his senses picked up a higher concentration of energy than ever before. With a flick of his wrist, he sliced at the wall - with his signature Seele Schneider, he cleanly cleaved right through the stone, no resistance at all. With a completely calm mind, he grabbed the small cyan-colored gem behind it. Only a single one, yet he decided to keep it, putting it in his right pocket. Maybe it would come in handy later. Still, he should probably hurry now...
//Hirenkyaku!//

Dashing forward, only a very thin wall seperated the tunnel he was in from Zefonse and the other energies he did not know. Still, he had no fear - if he had to, he would take on the entire Espada by himself. With a few quick slices, the wall fell into splinters of stone to the ground - the blue energy blade deactivated, returning to his belt to the other five soul cutting swords on his belt. A grand total of 6, a multiple of two - because he was known to fight dual-handed with more grace than quite a few Shinigami.

"Well, bastards. Turns out my boss is here. Have fun bitchin' and whinin' under a pile of rocks!"

John was quite displeased at the idea of someone burying Zefonse underneath the rocks. However... He was now in human form. Even the former Espada would have trouble recognizing his appearance - pitch black hair as opposed to white hair, a long ponytail instead of short and spiked, no mantle to be seen, and foremost, no spiritual energy emitting from him. Even his voice was different - lacking the double ring of him and Shironeko speaking at the exact same time, the exact same words, as it was during his Hero Form. Yet still, he called out.

"Zefonse! Over here, quickly!" Shooting a weak arrow from his longbow at the wall besides the Arrancar to get his attention, he waved him over. His face was unreadable while doing so - he completely ignored the other Arrancar and the Shinigami here. At that moment, when red eyes would meet Zefonses eyes... There was no doubt. This follower of Kin would instantly recognize the fire within them, the burning desires that were purer than white snow.
"It has been quite some time... Right, God of Battle?"
No hate in his voice, no detestion, only determination. Why was he here when he could fight the larger energies above ground? It was simple. One thought, one thing he followed because he had seen it - he had seen that Zefonse was just like him, if he had chosen a different path in life. For sure, his heart was just as filled with desire for peace as his own.. And Johnathan Walker, the Hero of True Light, believed one thing.

That Zefonse could be saved from himself.