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His blood was flowing.

Small wounds, little more than paper cuts, littered his body and dropped a few droplets of blood but he paid the pain little mind, his mind full of bloodlust as he and the hollow exchanged blows. He could feel it, the fervor of battle was rushing through him, invigorating him in a way that was difficult to describe, were he a more pondering inclined person this may have been a moment of reflection and enlightenment.

As it stood the only thing crossing through his brain was blood.

With a mighty effort, he slammed both fists into the spider, sending it flying until it impacted against the barrier. His attention was firmly on the acid explosion that the Hollow produced once it collided with the barrier and then on the acid that flew over the battlefield, landing on someone.

His gaze was vacant as he watched the figure rush toward his own enemy.

He could feel his mind and body cooling down, it was an unpleasant feeling that he rather not feel, two paths were open in front of him, the big Hollow with the leaders or helping Tasui?... well that big Hollow seemed like it would be a good scrap. With eager steps, he grabbed his Zanpakuto and started to move for the drider.

At least that had been the plan before he caught sight of the pink menace speeding towards them, her speed faster than his own and the thought of fighting while hearing her scoldings... yeah no, fuck that.

He gave the big enemy a last look before he turned to help Tasui, Zanpakuto sheathed and fists ready to deliver some assistance. He just hoped this Hollow was a better fighter than the last one.
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