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[Compile & Complete] Hisagi, Rangiku, Nanao, Ishida

The burst of reiatsu, even at this distance, rushed over Ishida, making very single hair stand on end and goose bumps to raise over his flesh. His hand felt hot as the reishi pulsed in the air, only by closing his fist was he able to resist the urge to draw his bow. His clenched his fist and gazed down at it, not even asking just what it was Abarai was doing that was causing this heightened reiatsu. If he could feel such power from such a distance.... radiating, so easily channeled, thick and potent...

What was he doing here?

The boy stood up slowly, his head turned to gaze off in that direction, and dropped his hand. That power... It was not an idle power. It was a fighting power, one of courage and spirit and desperation. Everything the shinigami felt. Everything he too, even a Quincy, felt. Confusion and pride and dedication. Determination to win and sacrifice. Everything he'd felt before donning the glove, an action he'd done even though it broke a promise to his grandfather, he'd done it to fight. To have a chance and more against this threat.

He could tell that it was already four very strong shinigami against Adaro.. But the shinigami were hardly the only ones suffering in this war. It might have been their fault, who knew, that brought about this war in their home. They were hardly the only ones effected.

The Quincy line was sorely misrepresented in this fight.

Even he knew, at his current power, he couldn't stand alone against Adaro. Not without sacrificing all. But he'd be proud to stand beside the shinigami and if he could, fire the killing shot. For revenge, and an end to this all. To give Adaro and whoever she might be, no chance at redemption.

Shinigami zanpakuto cleansed souls... A Quincy's arrow destroyed the soul, not allowing it to pass on to whatever afterlife it might deserve.

"Whatever it is Abarai-kun is doing," Ishida said, glancing over his shoulder at the shinigami and reaching to adjust his glasses, "it is the same logic and instincts compel me to do as well. If you'll excuse me... I do have unfinished business with Adaro. It was I who struck one of the first blows against her. It is only fitting I be there to witness, if not strike, the last."

A cocky smirk touched the boy's face before his foot shifted, utilizing hirenkyaku to gather a bit of the surplus of reishi in the air to him, and take him from the gathering. With any luck, he'd make it across town to the fight before the shinigami could claim all of the glory.

And before he lost the ultimate chance to keep his promise to his grandfather. And show that shinigami and Quincy could fight together. Even if this time it was just because of a common enemy... Fighting back to back was fighting back to back. No matter the cause.

Not a woman to be out done by a man or a boy at that (even if he was a gentleman and rather charming), Rangiku stood and reached into her purse for her soul candy. The moment she was separated from her body, she felt alive with the thrill of battle ahead of her.

Though she hadn't fared very well against the woman's Arrancar, Rangiku wasn't the same woman she was a few weeks ago. There was also the fact that she would not be alone in this fight. She would be fighting along side people she trusted with every fiber of her being.

She turned to face Nanao and Hisagi and flashed the latter a winsome smile. "Are we gonna let him show us up?" She held out her hand to the male hoping he would take it. As she gazed at him, something in the secret depths of her heart she was offering more than a mere escort to battle.

She almost tried to stop him. Almost. But what he had said pushed a foot forward. It was true that she wasn't as strong as most of the others, but if the Quincy was going to head over there to help, then she should as well. Nanao didn't want to be upstaged by someone other than a shinigami. Perhaps this was instinct working in her because the logic of the situation didn't make sense. To be heading into possible death...

A small smile appeared as she turned to Rangiku and shook her head. The smile disappeared as soon as he eyes fell on Hisagi. "No, that would be embarrassing as a shinigami."

With that, Nanao bowed at the pair and took off behind Ishida. She wouldn't just fight to get back home, but she would also fight for herself, to find the woman she lost during her time here. Her captain would see how she changed and maybe he'd be proud of her and their relationship could return to where it was.

Her hand moved to her hip as she left her gigai to run her fingers over her zanpakutou. She was ready for anything from now on.

It felt like an ending. Or perhaps a beginning. These days, it was hard to tell the difference between the two. Hisagi stood for a moment, watching the young man disappear, catching Nanao and Rangiku's eyes and seeing something in himself mirrored in both of them. A need to do something, to stop standing on the sidelines and allowing the world to continually kick them back down to their knees.

No, the world wasn't doing the kicking. Adaro was. And it was high time she felt the full power of the shinigami. It was time they stopped doubting themselves and took action. It was time they retook their home. Hisagi could feel it, that resigned passivity that had overcome him these past months, finally beginning to fall away from himself. As if he were shedding off weights he felt lighter, surer, ready to move with a speed that would leave most breathless.

He took the soul candy out of his pocket and popped the pill into his mouth, reaching out for Rangiku's hand as his soul separated from the artificial body.

"Let's show that Quincy how it's done."

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