[CB] Sanctuary (Ezrachek)

Ezrachek looked around, as he heard the man call up on a phone. He heard the one side of the conversation, and decided it was irrelevant. He knew that they were going to attack. He didn't have a say in that matter. He could only mentally prepare himself for the slaughter that was to happen. The only question in the air was who was going to be slaughtered. Ezrachek knew that the victor had already been decided. There was nothing that anyone could do about that. The victor had been decided from the very beginning. With that, Ezrachek noticed the mass of people slowly start to grow. He noticed a man to his left making flames in between his hands, and he noticed a shot of light coming from his right. Ezrachek quickly kneeled down and sheathed his zanpakuto "Bakudo 8! Seki!" He called out as the round shield emitted with light surrounded him and repelled the shots fired at him. He quickly disbanded the shield as the group of four charged towards him. He looked towards the first two, with glowing fists coming towards hi. "Hado 4! White Lightning!" He called out as he shot the bolt directly at the charger on the left. He wasted no time sliding past the man on the right as he slashed at him in one fluid motion*, making his way in between the group of four as he let out one last chant.

"Bakudo 5! Senko!" He said as a bright blinding flash went skyward, and spread quickly through the air. Ezrachek had managed to face his head downward just as he thrust his palm upward, so that the light jolted out above his face. He dropped his hand quickly, unsheathing his zanpakuto. He quickly spun around, slicing through any of the men who were not harmed by the white lightning. He then rose to his feet, walking backwards back into the center of the half circle that was no formed around him as he prepared for a second wave of attacks.

*Note: His zanpakuto is tied on his left side, so when he brings his hand down to his blade, and unsheathes it, he pulls his arm forward and to his right side, bringing the blade across the man on the right's chest, all in one fluid motion.

The swirling ball of flame bounce off the shinigami's shield and into the air before detonating. It's small explosion was ignored as the rest of the men continued forward to attack. Ezrachek raised his hand and fired his own burst of energy at the first man. At such close range it was nearly impossible for the young teen to avoid the bolt. He took the shot full on to the chest. The power of the spell knocked him off his feet and over the heads of his companions. Only a few watched as he sailed up into the air only to land painfully some feet behind them. Others in the group kept their eyes forward on the action that was unfolding. The shinigami shifted right to avoid the second attack and counter. This motion caused the attacker to alter his own course as well. As Ezrachek drew his weapon the young man arched his body away from the swing. He could hear the hiss of the air as the blade cut inches from him. Unbalanced he fell backwards as the other man moved past him. The last of the charging attackers brought their weapons down as the shinigami released his final spell. The crowd was stunned as the bright light radiated from the man's out stretched hand. His spinning slash grazed one armed men. His arm was hit and a portion of his ribcage as he tried to shield his face at the sudden blinding light. He gave a cry as the weapon fell from his hand.

The effects of the spell was short lived. While the group of attacker were still incapacitated there were some in the crowd that were quick to shake off the blindness. The man that had been building up electricity in his hand now released it at the shinigami. Unlike the spell that that had burn and blasted the first man, this blue energy looked like the real thing. It crackled as it arced through the air from the shinigami's right side. The second attacker had recovered and now assaulted the Ezracheck anew. He launched a front kick at the opponent, quickly followed by a spinning roundhouse kick. The wounded man clutched his arm as retreated, but three more took his place. One of them wielded a long thin blade, longer than dagger, but shorter than a sword. The teen beside him had a long metal staff which he twirled before tucking it under his arm in a ready position. The last had no weapon, but held another glowing ball of flame between his hands.

Ezrachek watched the actions which seems to pass by in slow motion. The first man being knocked airborne, which surprised Ezrachek and placed a new-found confidence about his Kido in him. He noticed as the events happened so quickly, that his attack was not completely effective, and he really relied on it being fully effective. He noticed the blue arc of lightning charging towards him, and had little time to react. He spun around as the bolt zipped by his arm, piercing through the outer layer of flesh. It ripped through his sleeve, spilling blood onto the blade of his zanpakuto. The bolt flew towards the group of people standing on the opposite end of the bolt's path, but Ezrachek wasn't paying attention long enough to see if it made contact. He went to step forward, but found himself being knocked backwards by a kick. Ezrachek stumbled back into the path of the lightning bolt. He looked towards the man who just kicked him, to see him coming around with a roundhouse kick. Ezrachek raised his zanpakuto to block the kick with the hilt of his sword, grabbing onto the leg with one arm. This is where the months of push-ups paid off. Ezrachek swung his arm sideways, slamming the man in the dirt floor. Ezrachek threw his blade down towards the chest of the man now lying on the floor. He ripped the blade from the ground, shaking any filth from the blade.

He then turned his attention to the mass group that was slowly shifting. Ezrachek looked upon the three men, one with a blade that looked like a long dagger, one with the metal staff, and the third with the aura flowing around his fists. Ezrachek smirked at this advantage. "You should send more than just three. I just defeated 4, and I'm just getting started." He said laughing maniacally. That same wicked grin crossed his face once again as he charged forward. Swinging his blade in a purposeful frenzy of unorganized and inaccurate attacks. He wanted them to attempt a counter attack. He kept up the frenzy of attacks until one would counter him, or he landed a hit.

The burst of lightning grazed the shinigami and then curved before it could hit those right behind him. Instead of electrocuting those of the group it bent until it hit the out church wall. There was a small explosion as hit struck, but then it quickly faded. It would seem the user had some control over the bolt's path, but not completely. If he did have such an ability he would have been better off having the attack double back and attack from behind. The recovered fighter was wise to time his attack after the projectile. Still he fell almost as quickly as he had gotten back up. His assault on the shinigami was only mildly successful because of the opening he had been granted. Unfortunately he lacked the power to cause too much damage to the other man. His foolhardy attack ended swiftly as the shinigami sent him crashing to the ground. The next moment the blade ended him. As his last gurgled cry escaped his lips the next three men stepped into the circle.

The newcomers were hardly shaken by the Ezrachek's boastful words. They weren't weaklings like the rest. Perhaps the shinigami felt this as he began his attack. His wild swings and swipes of his katana did little phase the man with the staff. He stepped forward and met the other man's charge head on. His weapon danced in his hands as each one of Ezrachek's blows were met and parried by the metal pole. With each strike the staff sung like a chime. Sometimes there were sparks as the two weapons met. The man didn't bother to counter any of these attacks the shinigami sent out, only to block them.
"Don't get so cocky. We three are more than enough." said a voice behind Ezrachek. During his reckless assault, the man wielding the blade had vanished. In less than a second he had appeared behind the shinigami. It only took that instant for him to thrust his 15 inch blade at the opponent's unprotected back.
"We like to savior our battles." said the man wielding the staff holding the other man at bay. "But if this is all you have, you're not worth our time." He the staff user said. He suddenly vanished mid swing of his weapon. It wasn't until after his disappearance that the shinigami could see the basketball sized fireball that had been shot from the man standing some distance behind him. It was already occupying the space the armed man had just held; less than a foot away. Without even speaking they had came up with a quite interesting plan of attack. While the first man was on the defense, it kept opponent in one spot. It was time used by the third of their group to gather his power and shoot the intense ball of flames. The staff user employed shukuchi to evade the attack much like his companion used it to get behind the target. In the same instance the second attacker moved out from behind the shinigami. Leaving Ezrachek staring down at the burning sphere.

Ezrachek met the parries of the man with the staffed warrior. He kept at this for a good while, hoping to tire them out. He stopped only when he noticed that there was a man behind him. Ezrachek heard the man's voice and assumed that he was going to attack. Ezrachek then swung his zanpakuto around, facing the blade backwards. He thrusted it back, in an attempt to stab the opponent from his rear. Ezrachek pulled his blade back to his front as he went to swing towards the man's legs in front of him. He looked forward noticing that the man's body was now placed by a giant ball of fire. Ezrachek cursed loudly as he rolled sideways, feeling the heat from the attack as he barely dodged the attack. Ezrachek was starting to highly regret ever coming on this mission. The mission itself was already a complete failure, and all Ezrachek was fighting for now was his honor and pride. It was not something that he was willing to sacrifice, even if it meant fighting to his death. "Death before Dishonor" Ezrachek said quietly to himself. He was really stuck in a bind. If he were to continue to fight this way, he would surely be killed, for each new wave of enemies were stronger. If he ran, however, He would be marked as a coward, and he couldn't live with knowing that he ran away from his duty. He had only one choice, which wasn't a legitimate choice at all, but was a loophole in the decision making aspect. Ezrachek stood in the center of the circle and decided to do nothing. He wouldn't attack, and he wouldn't run. He would stand his ground, only hoping that some sort of miracle could happen.

Anger welled up inside of him to an extreme level, as his reiatsu began to flare out uncontrollably. He clinched his fist ready for a fight. He waited a few moments as nothing happened. He couldn't stand it any longer. He had to attack, but nothing seemed to work. He opened his mouth for his next statement. "If you want to kill me, then send everyone at once. You know by seeing this that you won't kill me otherwise." He said, wondering how they would react to this statement.

Even with their well timed combo, there was still room for failure. Ezrachek passed perilously close to the speeding ball of yellow flame. The orb of fire missed it's target and careened into the church behind the shinigami. With a small explosion the church's wall was engulfed by flames. The yellow flames started to eat at the vine covered building sending black smoke up as it caught the greenery. Normally such flames would not burn so quickly upon the stone structure, but perhaps the spiritual nature aided it in that task. This sudden blaze startled some in the group. They hadn't expected to torch the building in the course of their hunt. Such things brought unwanted attention to their activities. Now they were the clock. It wouldn't be long before someone noticed the fire. The inched it's way onto the roof, there it found better kindling for it's growing hunger. Hundreds of dried leaves and twigs littered the building's top. In a matter of seconds it raced across the dry shingle. Now the creature had eaten much and was of considerable size. It only had to dig deeper and take hold of the roof proper.

The group of men stood as the shinigami made his proclamation. Some of the young teens around him snickered. They knew that the man had no chance to survive such an onslaught. Some of them weren't even fighters, they were just bloodhounds. Seeking the prey for the more battle ready members of their group. They were only here for the show, the fruits of their labors. There was not need for Ezrachek to try and provoke a mass attack. The surge was forthcoming, this was how they ended their hunts. A frenzy of fighting that would rip the opponent from limb to limb. Already the fire wielding man was creating another burning sphere between his hands. Blue lightning was wrapping around there other man's hand, as the staff wielder spun his weapon. The man with the short blade deftly tossed it into the air and caught it as it turned end over end. Others prepared for what was to come.
"What's all this noise?" came a rumbling voice from the side of the forest. Some of the men turned to look as a man emerged from the wood no far from the side.

The man man stood an imposing height, well over 6ft tall. He wore only a pair of black pants, his muscular chest bare for all to see. A strange choice of apparel in such an environment. His height alone was enough to give those gathered pause. No one had sensed his approach. The teens closest to him were quick to respond. Two of them moved to intercept the man before he could move any closer. It wasn't needed as he could see over the heads of the group already. His eyes fell on Ezrachek then back to those approaching him.
"Sorry, man this is a private party." said one of the youths. The boy next to him had a wooden bat which he tapped idly on against his own shoulder. The last of the welcoming committee simply folded his arms across his chest and gave the newcomer a stern look.
The dark skinned man looked at the youth for a second before his hand grabbed his neck and raised him off the ground. The others were shocked but reacted quickly. Without missing a beat the man's foot came up and kicked the unarmed boy squarely in the chest. There was not time to scream as the boy went flying backwards. He rolled for a couple feet then lay still on the ground. The boy with the bat took his swing, but his weapon was caught by the tall man's free hand. With so little effort the bat was yanked from his grasp. He could only stare dumbfounded as the stranger struck him across the face with the handle. The young man fell like a sack of potatoes. While this all was happening the first young man was doing is best to get from from the man's vice like grip.
"Let me go you asshole" He grunted and grabbed at the offender. His hands weren't enough to pulls himself free. He tried to kick at the man's face, but the man easily avoided the clumsy blow. Nothing worked. "Put you down you cock sucker! I'll rip you to pieces." The man seemed the impressed. Finally, with a sigh, he raised his left index finger to his lips.
"Shhhhhhhhhhhhh" he hissed. The boy went limp as blood erupted from his lips and his body fell down. Only the bloody head remained in the man's hand. For a second the eyes jerked back and forth. The jaw twitched as if he had something to say, but no words came out. The dead man's eyes rolled up into his skull. It was then that the man dropped the severed head. He took a moment and shook the excess blood off his hand. "What are you kids doing here?" he asked totally obvious to the horror in the faces of those gathered.

Ezrachek stood his ground, twirling his blade around his sides to keep himself ready. He watched as the group was about to strike, when he heard a voice off in the distance. Ezrachek turned his attention, meeting the gaze of the tall man who was oddly dressed for the occasion. Ezrachek decided it was safe to assume with the number of people here who could sense him that more than likely, this man could see him as well. He watched as he single handedly fought off three of the attackers, feeling bad about his own power level (being that it was not yet over 9000 ). Ezrachek took this time to his advantage. He looked towards the man building up the fireball, and then back to the man who was swirling the electrical bolt around his hands. "Bakudo 1 Sai!" He called out as he shot the kido towards the man generating the fire, locking his arms behind his back. He turned back towards the man with the electrical bolt and called out his next. "Hado 1! Thrust!" Ezrachek yelled out as the man was lifted from his feet, flying backwards as he crashed into a stone wall. Ezrachek then looked towards the mass, whom most of them were now distracted by the loud noises that were being made by the confrontation off to the side.

"May the tears of those killed, of those harmed by those of wickedness deliver their judgement upon those around." Ezrachek called out as an acidic rain started pouring over the men at the front of the circle who were easily now withing an 8 yard radius. The rain pour extended out to a ten foot radius as it burned the skin of the men who it affected. Ezrachek started to chuckle to himself quietly as he stood there, unharmed by the rain. He then dashed forward, bringing his sword forward as it pierced through the chest of an unlucky man writhing in pain. Ezrachek ripped the blade from his chest, spinning sideways as he brought the blade into the dome of another's skull. He continued this onslaught until stopped. While the attack commenced, Ezrachek heard the big man's question and replied to him. "I could ask you the same thing, but that would be a waste of time. I was sent here on a classified mission and that's all you need to know for now. As you can see, I have more important issues. We can talk later." Ezrachek explained as he slashed through another man, bringing a tire iron up to defend himself, but not reacting quickly enough.

The kido wrapped the man's arms behind his back but the fireball didn't vanish. Although bound he still had control over the projectile. When Ezrachek turned to target the second person he launched the small sphere at him. His accuracy suffered the ball wavered and went low exploding at the shinigami's feet. Already he was forming another orb to follow up the first one. That was all the signal the rest needed as the shinigami tried to break through. It was then that the acidic rain fell. The sudden downpour did startled them. One minute everything was clear, the next they were being burnt by the droplets that fell upon them. Lucky that they were in a semi-wooded area or they'd have suffered much worse. The multitude of leaves and branches shielded them from the demonic rain. Still it was distraction enough for the shinigami to get his licks in. He didn't noticed that while some where screaming in agony, others withstood the attack all together. The only thing that was being hurt was their clothing. Of those people were the three that had just finished assaulting him. A soft glow now encompassed them as they stood there. Ezrachek's actions drew their attention from the tall man, and they focused completely on him. Of the two they saw the shinigami as the weakest. Taking him out first seem the logical approach. If he had come to help the other man there was little chance for them to survive with the mild annoyance at their backs.


They moved swiftly as the shinigami laid another of their companions low. The man with the short blade was already at Ezrachek's side. He slashed at him twice, once at his thigh, the other at his chest. The man with the staff wasn't far behind. Well, he was behind the shinigami. His metal pole came at the small of the other man's back then to the back of his head. The spell that had restrained the fire user weakened as he focused his power upon it. It wouldn't be long til he was free. The man that had been hit by the Ezrachek's 'Thrust' slowly picked himself up from the ground. His impact had only winded him, but at the same time it had put him outside the spells radius. Unharmed he resumed his attack. The shinigami's spell had stopped the man, but not his technique. It took little effort for the energies he had built up to resurface. With the staff user coming from behind and the bladed man on the side, he didn't have a clear view of the target. He let the blue electricity continue to race along his body while he waited for a opening to strike.
"Hmmmmmm. I see; other issues." The large man just sat down on the grass to watch the show. He rested his chin across the palm of his hand.
"I'll wait until you're finished then."

Ezrachek kept with his onslaught as his swing into the man's skull connected with a sick moist sound. He ripped the blade from the man's skull and went to the next for another attack, however he was stopped as he felt the sharp pain of a blade slash across his thigh. Ezrachek quickly turned to the man with the short blade charging towards him for a second shot towards his chest. Ezrachek easily blocked the attack and rebounded with a strike of his own, swinging his own blade towards the midsection of the man, intending to disect him in half, and at the very least spill his intestines from his stomach. Ezrachek's focus was interrupted as he felt a staff strike across his spine. He fell forward, rolling as he spun around, turning to see his enemy. It was the man who'm he had previously fought, back for more. Ezrachek raised his blade to defend a blow that was coming towards his head. He blocked it as the 'clang' resonated in the air. Ezrachek placed a strong kick in the center of the chest as he went flying back. Ezrachek re-centered his position to await whatever may come next. He turned his attention towards the giant man. "Really!? One second you wish to take these men out, and the next you will just wait? Look man, If I don't make it out alive, There will be no talking, damnit! So what do ya say you come here and help me, ja? Du bist ein Toll! Verwended Sie es!" Ezrachek yelled towards him, aggravated with his change of mood towards the battle. Ezrachek had been known in his days of the academy to speak German when placed in a level of stress that would break a normal man down. It was a coping mechanism that was used in his village from his life as a human. He kept the trait through the transition into becoming a shinigami. Ezrachek turned his attention back towards the mass group. He noticed from his peripheral that the man pushed back by the kido was now recharging the ability once more. He heard the man to his left keeping the flames strong as he awaited the breaking of the kido.

Ezrachek looked towards this man, and with a calm voice, he spoke his command. "Hado 2! Reel" Ezrachek called as the man slid towards Ezrachek with a great speed. Ezrachek placed his sword forward, awaiting the man to greet his doom with a full chest, which was where the blade was pointed.

(NOTE: "Du bist toll! Verwended Sie es" Means "You are huge! Use it!" in german. Just having some fun)

The large man's face remained impassive. He plucked a blade of grass and tossed it. His eyes followed it as it flipped end over end through the air. There was no hiding his boredom. The shinigami was losing. The only entertainment he might gain from watching the fight would be guessing how long it would take for the young man to die. It was a rather pathetic resistance he was putting up. At best he gave him another ten to thirteen minutes. Perhaps less. It was then that scolded the dark skinned man. He didn't move from his crossed leg position. For a moment he truly focused on those before him. Although he didn't understand the last part the first part of his statement deserved some response.
"I think you are mistaken about two things." he dusted the remnants of grass from his hands with a wiggle of his fingers. "I don't take orders from you. As for the second thing; it doesn't matter if you die. If you do survive; I make you talk. If they survive, I make them talk." Six minutes. Definitely six minutes. He said to himself silently as he stifled a yawn. His head returned to it's perch on his palm.

Suddenly three figures broke through the tree line. The big man's head turned ever so slightly to acknowledge their entrance. But he made no motion to intercept them.
Kippei and he group had finally arrived on the scene. They looked around and quickly locked on target. The shinigami stood among the group of their comrades. With Kippei at the front they rushed forward. Twin blue orbs floated ahead of him as he ran to join the fray.
Ezrachek had barely fended off the opponents attack and now he was trying to go on the offensive. The counterattack towards the man that had cut his thigh was thwarted his friend's followup attack. Still his didn't stop him from block the staff's second strike. His foot connected with the man's chest, but it did little more than knock him back a step or two. Abit winded, but otherwise fine. By moving back as he was hit he had lessened the amount of power in the kick. The two were working in concert to keep the opponent completely at their mercy. They still had numbers despite what skills the shinigami used.

The shinigami set his gaze upon the other target. His spell took hold of the struggling youth and yanked him forward. The shinigami's sword was posed to impale the man, but was stopped by the short blade of his companion. The man with the staff caught the airborne youth a few feet behind him. It was then that the man with the sword gave a low kick at Ezrachek's now injured leg. With his free left hand he snapped a jab at the other man's face. He flicked his right wrist trying to snake his around the shinigami's to slash at his forearm. Kippei, still out of range sent his orbs forward. Both blue spheres came howling in at Ezrachek's back.

Ezrachek saw the man throw a kick towards his injured leg as he struggled to lift himself airborne as he soared above the man's kick. He swung his blade in an attack towards the man's collar bone, but the attack was called off in order to block a punch that was now aiming right for Ezrachek's groin area. Ezrachek landed on the ground, looking to his right as he spotted the spheres of energy flowing towards him once more. Scheisse! He mumbled to himself as he took off sprinting. This fight was no longer worth the pride or honor of not being a coward. There was no way that he could keep fighting, and if he did, He would die. Ezrachek turned towards the forest, knowing well that he could easily out maneuver the men with a number of traps of turns to confuse them. He knew of the forest well, and so he took to the forest. He reached the edge of the forest, turning his attention to the orbs. "Bakudo 8! Seki!" He called out as the round bubble-shaped shield sprung around him. The orbs made contact as they shook the very foundations of the earth, almost knocking Ezrachek off balance. The power of these orbs would have decimated him had they made contact with him. They charged on, placing an immense pressure on the shield before finally giving way as the shield propelled them off in the distance. Ezrachek knew he had no time between no and the next attack. He looked at the giant man and tossed up two fingers as a sign of peace, also a way of saying that he was out of here. "You ask them now!" Ezrachek said as he took off sprinting into the forest.

"As them what?" said the voice less than five feet in front of Ezrachek. The large dark skinned man looked at the fleeing shinigami as he ran right at him. He ran his hands through his hair and yawned. The spot that the man had occupied was empty. There were bits of grass fluttering from his sudden movement.
"Not even two minutes." He gave a sigh and shook his head. "Should I ask them how they managed to best such a pathetic shinigami? That's something I'd like to know." He clicked his tongue in disgust. "Don't worry you guys are next!" he shouted over Ezrachek's head.

The humans that had begun to give chase to shinigami now halted. Kippei skidded to a stop. The man holding the staff held it front of his companion barring his path.
"Let's get him." he hissed two new spheres began orbiting around him. The other man only shook his head and held firm
"No way man." Although he didn't block the others they too didn't move another step forward. "He's the one that did that to Josh." the man said motioning to the two pieces of their friend. Even in the slowly fading daylight it was hard to miss the large crimson spot in the grass. All of the body's life blood had poured out from the stump of the body. The head lay face up on the ground, it's features contorted in it's final spasm.
"What the fuck....?" Kippei gasped seeing it for the first time. Both rage and fear welled up inside the man. They weren't new to violence and brutality, but nothing to that nature had been seen by him before. Anyone capable of such a thing even made him reluctant to advance. He tried his best to keep his outward coolness.

Their group was in tatters. There were only a few of them still standing after the shinigami's acid rain. These survivors stood many feet away from the stranger and Ezrachek. Enough distance for them to run if needed. Even with Kippei and his partners it was doubtful they could take on such a man. As his mind calculated possible points of action, he tried his best to detect the man's spiritual presence. He could feel something, and yet nothing. Nothing that was capable of tearing off someone's head with ease. That itself worried the youth. An unknown power or well hidden one. His eyebrows twitched. A very troublesome situation sat before him. While not the defacto leader, he wasn't ready to command people to their deaths. In the end he held himself back. While he deliberated what to do those wounded tried to stand. The sting of the acidic attack was over, but there were many still hurting.

"I guess I could impale you on a tree, or perhaps just skin you." The large man muttered. "Which is better a slow death or a fast one?" He rubbed his chin as he considered the choices before him. His eyes dated from tree to tree looking for the perfect one to implement the gruesome torture. He examined Ezrachek for a moment. "You're pretty big, I guess one of these oaks should do the job...." wordlessly he cocked his head to the side. After staring for several seconds his face broke into a thin smile. "You said you were on a secret mission. But it seems you're just the delivery boy." The grass started to flatten around the man's bare feet. He vanished once and appeared again a second later with the silver tube in his hand. He looked at the still burning church. "A horrible delivery boy at that."

Ezrachek started to pant as the large man started to explain the numerous ways of killing him. There was no way that he could run, he would just be stopped again. He couldn't ask for help with killing Kippei and the others, because the large man would just ignore the request. Ezrachek bowed his head in disappointment until he heard the woosh of the air. He looked up, seeing that the large man was gone. He imagined running off, but knew it was hopeless, he looked towards Kippei, not knowing where the large man was, and wasn't sure when or if he would be back. He moved his hand towards his zanpakuto, ready to draw in a fight. Ezrachek looked to his side, as the large man appeared once more, holding a shiny silver tube. He let out a sigh when the man made his comment. "I'm merely a newly recruited member of the 2nd squad. Delivery boy isn't one of my specialties. Never said I would be good at it. That..." Ezrachek explained as he pointed towards the burning church. "... was the result of a trap that was sprung by an overly eager priest hoping that his God would save him. Wasn't part of the plan." Ezrachek looked at his feet, and for the first time of the day, he began to feel his body ache with exhaustion. He couldn't give up now. "Then again, nothing of this is really part of the plan. It's hardly possible to say that I had a plan to begin with. Should've just read the freakin' letter!" Ezrachek exclaimed, shoving his fist into the nearby tree that stood right behind him.

He looked towards the giant man, and then towards the group of men ready to kill him, and then back towards the giant man. "So you've figured me out. What do you want to know? Seeing as how there's a chance that I won't make it back alive."

For a moment the man listened to the shingami's ramblings, but he quickly turned his attention to the small silver tube. The item looked even smaller in the man's big hands. He held the object with his index finger and thumb of his right hand. Very slowly the man spun the metallic object. The tube itself was completely smooth on every side. There wasn't even a seam to show where it might open from. If one didn't know any better it was a simple four inch metal cylinder. A devilish method of transporting important and information. He cast Ezrachek a sidelong look. The fact it was still sealed probably meant the contents was still secure. Did the man even know how to open it? If so it was good he hadn't tried to look inside. Not only was it seal, but it also had a trap. He could feel the power locked within the object.

After one final twirl he held the tube horizontal between his palms. The man's face went stern as he stared down at the object. His hand began to glow with a faint blue light. The air began to tremble as he drew out more and more of his reiryoku. All the trees began to sway with the sudden out pour of his spiritual energies. Kippei and his group grew visibly pale as they felt the man's power wash over them. There was no way for him to hide his trembling legs at the other man's strength. The glow from the stranger's hands moved evenly from both sides of the tube. After a second the energies met in the middle in the too. Where they met a crease appeared on the otherwise smooth cylinder. The man's face relaxed and his energies receded. With deft fingers he grabbed the ends of the tube and pulled it apart. A piece of parchment white hung out of the left piece of the now separated tube. The man tossed the right side away and reached for the paper. It turned out to be a rolled up piece of paper.

It only took a few seconds for the large fingers to unroll the paper. The small piece unraveled to three time's it's original length. Holding it gently between his hands he looked at the text upon the page. The smile returned to his face as his spiritual power flared once again. As the light touched the paper it burst into flame. The paper went from from white to black as the fire ate away at it. Laughing the man tossed the charred parchment into the air letting it scatter into the wind.
"You're lucky it's good news." the man said as he dropped the remainder of the tube. There were already sirens as fire services drew near. "Consider this payment." The man said as he vanished only to appear behind Kippei and his group. They startled humans turned around to face the man just as he lowered his hands to his sides. Before they could take any course of action crimson lines traced over their bodies. The next moment all seven dropped like puppets with cut strings. Behind the man the fire continued to take the church apart. The man observed the blaze for a moment before disappearing yet again.

Ezrachek watched in extreme suspense as the man went through the contents of the silver tube. He read the characters on the paper and made his statement. Ezrachek exhaled a sigh of extreme relief before turning his attention to the group with Kippei. The tall man appeared behind them and cut them down like it was nothing. Ezrachek thought to himself, and for once, he thought about the idea of truly dying. He had felt it once, and he was sure that he wasn't the only one. That's how he became a plus and a shinigami after all. The thought hit him as odd, however. He had just been chased by them and was being hunted down, and if he had not been helped, killed by them, but yet the thought and sight of them just being cut down like it was nothing, bothered Ezrachek. He opened his mouth to ask the man for his name, but he was gone before the words could leave Ezrachek's mouth. He stood there, slowly closing his lips together.

He turned his back to the fire, making his way back towards the senkaimon. He moved swiftly among the edge of the forest, and it wasn't hard for him to notice just how more enjoyable the scenery was now that he wasn't being chased by blood thirsty lunatics. He slid to a stop in the dirt as he came upon the clearing that surrounded the senkaimon. The gate appeared in front of him as he stepped through it. He made his way through the portal that connected, and separated the two different worlds, the human and soul societies. He arrived in the Seireitei on the other side and made his way towards the 2nd Squad Barracks. He walked to the Captains Quarters. He knocked on the door and awaited an answer. Once answered, and given the O.K. to go inside, he entered and gave the Captain the news of the mission. It wasn't completely clear as to the extent of success, but it was nevertheless a success. Ezrachek notified the Captain of this mission's success because he had no direct contact to the Omnisutkido. Ezrachek finished his conversation with the Captain and exited the office. He walked to his barracks dorm and slid the door to the side. He stepped in side, removing his shoes and placing them on the floor to the side. He slid the door closed and plopped down on his bed, falling asleep almost instantly.