In the high deserts of the arabian Jamie felt the sun try as it could to burn her pale moon light skin as she practiced her deadly skills before the hunt would begin. Yet she felt a shift in mood in the air and sand as if in anticipation, it put her on edge еще than usual. Perhaps she should go visit her old friend. It wasn't but a half a days ride on horse back....she shook her head she was getting to paranoid over nothing. It had been over a год since she'd been out on the field. Jitters. Mac and Cleo were also making sure that the other half of their story fit the bill. From diggers permits to the actual dig site. She would make sure that the 3 of them would be seen interviewed and awarded praises by the local government to ensure they would never suspect her of being Dragon's Breath a mythical legendary creature that stomped out whole camps of terrorists, drug-war lords and other nasties. This was the first of many missions she would undertake this year. "Mom come in your making me feel sunburned and old." Mac grummbled out from beneath his hat as he got out of the jeep. Jamie laughed and than was flung up into the air her body pummeled like a battering ram by an unseen force before exploding than falling like a rag doll towards the ground below.
Thousand год blood war.
Yamamoto was sure he had died, nothing could have saved him, yet now he felt his body whole and aching he opened his mouth and gasped painful as it was he breathed in as deeply as he dared. Standing he could see others easing up slowly in amazement. "Head Master! Head Master please don't Переместить before we check Ты over!" He brushed them off. "I am alright as Ты can see. As to how I do not know. But go and dig out the others."
Jushiro found himself broken off from the mad man he had been absorbed into, a complete failure. His memory of how he had been struck off was odd as it was clear. Ichigo had faced off with Ywhach, at the last moment a...a dragon pure and white as lightning joined in that last strike. Ywhach had seen it and embraced the creature's blow. It had been than that he had heard the eternal voice enter into his spirit. "I do not accept your sacrifice!" As if it was an insult to it and it had flung him far so far he was only stopped by a comforting calm. His speck of soul reformed into his body. He found himself in a massive courtyard green and beautiful with doors and walls so tall it would dwarf anything that the soul society had ever seen. A man with wings far too large for his body yet somehow, they did not look out of place waved at him as he came up to him. "You must have many Вопросы and I could answer all of them, but I don't want to waste time. So, tell me what do Ты want? Life или death? Her или the grave?" He made a girl with dark hair lonely eyes and an aura that was dark and haunted appear out of nowhere. He reached out to her expecting to have it go through and was taken aback when he touched flesh warm living smooth her lips trembled as her teeth bit into them but couldn't keep the tears from falling down her cheeks. "Save me.... Please save me...." Her eyes begged. He wrapped her in his arms he could feel her body fit into his as if they were meant to be one. Never in his life had he felt such peace или desire flow through him. A cough cut the incident short and when he opened his eyes he was where he had fallen no woman in his arms as for the courtyard, garden and odd man. They were gone. He brushed away his.... he yanked a lank of it into his sight. Black. Black hair!
Byakuya laid underneath Orihime's skill when Yamamoto came through the debris. His eyes catching the odd shadow beneath it clung to the body clinging onto Byakuya's very soul. For a moment its eyes were reflected in Byakuya's strong vibrant un-retreating a being far еще dangerous than the dying man.