quincyperv:
Bright blue arrows pierced through the dark night as Ishida found himself fighting a group of hollows in a remote part of town. “Damn it Kurosaki. Where the hell are you?” he hissed out through panted breathes for air. There was no way that Ichigo couldn’t have been sensing all this hollow activity. Especially with a group this size. As far as the Quincy was concerned the ginger better be lying dead in a ditch somewhere for making him do all this work.
Dodging another attack, he released another dozen reishi arrows destroying a small group that was advancing toward him, but it made little difference. The inky black sky continued to rip open, and more monsters continued to pour out into his world. Normally it wouldn’t be a problem, as they were lower level ones, but there were so many of them. It was almost as bad as the time he had used bait to attract them.
Beads of sweat became to drip down the teenager’s forehead, as he skidded acrossed the wet dirt. It stuck, and soiled his beloved white sneakers, but Ishida didn’t have time to frown as the rise of spirit energy in the area sent his senses into panic. A sickening sound of the world being ripped apart forced his startled blue eyes upward. A massive black hole appeared in the heavens as Menos Grandes forced their way into his world. First a Gillian appeared and right next to it, an undefinable type of Menos Grande. The Gillian alone he might have been able to handled, but not with the other Menos as well as the other hollows.
A deep sinking feeling weighed down in Ishida’s stomach, as he quickly tried to plan a method of attack. What the hell was even going on? How could there be so many hollows? Digging his heels into the dirt, the Quincy raised his new bow, and prepared to release 1200 arrows into the beasts invading, but before he could shoot off a single one, a flutter of shimmering petals swirled through the air. Without effort they sliced through the group of lower hollows, before regrouping, and aiming at the larger ones.
Thin dark brows frowned as he turned to find the source of the attack. He knew well enough where it had came from. His sapphire irises landed on the slender noble Shinigami captain. The indifferent look planted on his face was nothing more than evidence of him peering down on someone he believed to be lower than himself. Although many would compare the two individuals, because of their sense of pride, Ishida would never believe himself to be as arrogant as Byakuya Kuchiki.
“What are you doing here, Shinigami? Shouldn’t you be in your own world?” his voice was low, well controlled, but full of icy detain.
The all too familiar crackling of the garganta signified the start of the waves. Making use of his proficient in kido as well as shunpo, Byakuya made quick work of the smaller hollows, moving nearer to the source itself. There wasn’t much resistance, not by those lower class hollows, but the bigger ones, forced him to raise his blade against them, slicing then cleanly in two as he moved past them across the sky. Just ahead of him, near the entrance where those creatures spawned, he saw several blue bolts of energy sweep past, striking with precision into the numerous hollows’ bodies which disintegrated upon contact. Those bolts of energy in the shape of arrows. A quincy.
The captain closed the gap between them, until he could clearly see how a person was holding his ground against the waves of monsters. There was a sound, apparently one so strange that the Quincy looked at it while the captain simply kept his gaze on the teen, unfazed by the sound. Then, for the slightest moment, Byakuya watched how the bespectacled teen remain rooted to ground, staring at the scene before him in what seemed like fear. From the corner of his eye, the captain knew there were other creatures, including the Gillians which a captain could dispose of easily. He waited, deciding against interrupting the Quincy’s concentration. But he was taking too long to make a decision, he would be overrun by them before he could even lift his bow.
Waiting no further, the shinigami released his shikai, getting rid of the approaching ones near the Quincy and turned his gaze back on him. Instead of expressed gratitude from the other, he received disdain remark though it was carefully restrained. Seemed like this boy had more sense than his counterpart.
With his form standing still in the air, as though on an imaginary platform, he allowed his eyes to hold the Quincy’s own blue ones. Still wearing the usual apathetic expression, he willed those millions of blades to gather and twirl fancifully behind his own form. If the other thought it was a display of power, he would be greatly mistaken. There wasn’t a need to. The captain presence alone was enough, though his spiritual pressure was concealed.
“Quincy. I trust that you should be able to handle all of them?” Keeping his voice even, he was no longer looking at him as he spoke, but at the hollows that were pouring out from the portal, gathering in masses and moving towards them. If it was not for Ichigo, who had seek help from him to “cover his duty” saying he has to partake in the training Yoruichi forced him into, the captain wouldn’t have done what he did. Was it so unexpected to know the brat had neglected in informing his friends about him handling this?
