His opponent was powerfull, powerfull than most Vizards he had faced and killed in the past, and he had killed many. It was one of his jobs, to hunt Vizards and kill them for the Soul Society, or atleast that was his main job to serve to Yammamoto, the intructions being given to him from Yamamoto directly. He was not hesitant in battle, nor was he afraid to die, which is why he refused to run, and if he needed to he would even sarcrafice his life in a kamikaze attempt to defeate his opponent, but that would not happen. He had been trained under Yammamoto, just as his first 2 students were trained, though not as harshly, he indeed was, he was built for tough siutations and endurance.

As his opponent blocked his attack with number 88, he knew that this had to be consuming large ammounts of Stamina and Reiatsu, and that he couldn't keep this type of Reiatsu up for much longer, it would only be a matter of time before he would make his move, when his opponent was all dried up and used up like a toothpaste bottle, because no one of course had limitless Reiatsu.

His opponent could be heared, with his twin voice roaring with the thunder, as he could hear the charging or generating of Reiatsu right next to him. He didn't have much time to pull the right moves to kill his opponent, since he would obviously need them for later, when his opponent had nothing left. He used the sword, his Alternate Bankai, and as the Gigantic wave of cero roared and cracked through the air, he did the only thing he could think of at the time to take the least amount of damage possible.

As his opponent fired the Cero, he lifted up his Alternate Bankai, and it began to glow a faint purple for a split second as he could here the roar of the Cero. He then muttered some words before then cutting the Cero's directly in half, the 2 cero's going there seperate ways, hitting the ground and the buildings, and completely obliterating them, leaving very large craters, and rubble falling from the sky to the ground.

He was soaked, and his clothers were extremely soaked, but he ignored it completely as he cut the Cero's in half, he used Shunpo and found himself directly above his opponent, the top of his head, almost touching the top of his opponents head. He lifted up Viant, and thrusted the blade at the man's shoulder. His goal was plain and simple, and if he landed the stab, and all went well, this battle was his and he would live to see another day and serve Yammamoto once again.

"Time does not require your exsistance....begone."

Another of those inhuman growls left the Vizard as the twin cero blasts left his hands and lanced towards the Shinigami. The blasts proved to be a bit less destructive than he would have hoped, though he had to conserve some of his reiatsu. Though his Vizard state did allow him much more than a standard Shinigami, he had also been using much more reiatsu for each attack than a standard Shinigami would have. By his estimate, he had used close to one-half of his original reiatsu before donning his Vizard mask. With the boost granted by that mask, he calculated that he had close to three-quarters his original amount. It was a rough guess, but not that far off. He had to conserve energy, though. That was a must.

A laugh tore itself from his chest, which was quite uncharacteristic of the normally cool and collected Shuyin, making him shake his braided head. His hollow, while dominated, did enjoy making itself known, sometimes sending him into a berserker rage. He forcibly restrained the insane side of himself once more, his inner hollow a mirror image of himself. He did not need the thing sending him into a rage now, though if pressed, he may just tap into that well of limitless rage. Reiryoku may have been in limited supply, yet his inner hollow’s rage at the world in general had no limits.

The bakudou he had used, while powerful, did not drain reiryoku from his reserves as a hadou did. Hadou spells were, by design, a greater drain on reiryoku than bakudou spells, for hadou spells were destructive by nature and therefore required more energy. A bakudou like Danku took a bit, true, yet it was still less than even that of a thirtieth level hadou. The reason for the bakudou’s high number did not always constitute to the energy required, but also the complexity.

The rain pounded down upon his head as he stood witness to the shunting of his cero to each side, his feet planted firmly upon the spirit particles beneath them. He would not be caught with his pants down, so to speak, however. Even as his opponent lifted his hands to use his weapons to block out his own twin ceros, his right hand dropped to the zanpakutou at his side. With a quick motion of his hand, he yanked it from the confines of his belt, holding the walking stick in his right hand.

Drawing the sword out iaido-style, he swung through an invisible opponent even as the cero impacted with the second sword of his opponent. He drew the sword back, though not with blade towards sheath…instead, the hilt impacted with the sheath of his zanpakutou. He had developed an affinity with his zanpakutou over the years and thus did not require a release command audibly anymore. As the hilt slammed into the sheath, a flash of light enveloped the Vizard for a split second.

He paid no mind to the blocking of his cero or their destruction of much of the ground below, the two craters joining to form a single, oblong fifty-meter wide crater. In his right hand now rested a shakujo, the single golden ring at the top that possessed the smaller rings accentuated by two points reminiscent of horns on the right and left sides of the top. Those blackened eyes tracked his opponent even with the use of Shunpo, for, being a master of it himself, he could follow his opponents. His head did not turn to follow, merely tracing upwards with his pupils dilating as a result of the darkening of the sky by the rain clouds. He knew when his opponent paused above him…that was inevitable when rain stopped falling upon his form, blocked out by his foe’s body.

With the proximity of his foe to his body and the sword’s path clear, Shuyin was left with little time to truly react. His steps proved automatic, for once listening to his inner hollow as he danced a half-step to the left and a half-turn to be facing towards the foe above. His left hand rose, slapping the flat of Kizyora’s blade and tracing his fingers quickly up the blunt back portion of it. His fingers then curled around the guard that separated the hilt and blade from each other, fingers brushing the Shinigami’s. With the way he had locked his hand, it would prove nigh impossible to turn the blade and cut his hand, for even if the entire sword was turned, his hand would merely rotate with the guard and his body would likely follow if he deemed it necessary. As it were, the blade descended past his shoulder, the blunt back of the blade passing within an inch of his flesh.

He snorted somewhat at his foe’s words, not even dignifying them with an answer aside from his next actions. With his grip on Viant as it were, he rotated his right hand so that the golden hoop and its horn-like protrusions faced towards his opponent. With a quick grunt, he jabbed upwards with the shakujo, the twin horns atop it intent for his foe’s eye sockets. Should they impact as such, the force would likely gouge out each orb and leave the male quite blind. To add a bit of force behind the blow, he gave a quick tug with his left arm, pulling himself up just slightly. The fight had gone from exchanged blasts from afar to an up-close brawl, it seemed.

His opponent was indeed smart, but this would only require that he outsmart him in a way, and this meant that he would also have to step it up yet again. He was quite used to battles where he was required to be intelligent more than anything, and to make sure to fight with skill, and not try and over-power his opponent all the time unlike that fool Kenpachi. One thing he had learned over time was that "Power is just a number". This was something he had developed after his long years of incredibly and unrealistic training and fighting.

He knew that his Reiatsu was abnormally high, but then again he had not used much of it, not as much as his opponent anyways. His opponent was using it as he considered it a automatic machine gun, and just continued to fire until there would be nothing left, but he didn't care, only more of a advantage to him in the future of combat in this battle that seemed to be heating up. He had to give it to his opponent, he had took him this far into battle, and alot of people, didn't make it this far, but then again he was a Vizard, they were never easy, like that fool Shinji.

As his opponent danced out of the way of the blade and moved to grab the blade, he made his move. He thrusted the blade even further, stabbing the blade in the ground, as he moved to grab it, he released his grip from the blade, that still remained in Shikai form, despite his opponent touching it. This required a great deal of information on angles and what was possible and what was not. He was highly familiar with this, and therefore it would be easy to pull off his next feat.

Within a second or two, he had let go of the blade, but his opponent had gripped the blade and his hand to it as if to keep him attached. As he spun around and his opponent was likely to follow for one second, he stopped immediatly and brought his Alternative Bankai around, to clash with the golden horns meant to penetrate his eyes and remove the orbs from they're sockets. At the same time, he since he now had landed on solid ground, he removed both feet from the ground, and thrusted them to his opponent's stomach.

He had been able to pull this off because his opponent had his hand gripped, so it would be easy to catch himself upon landing. Not only this he was in perfect range, but he then realized if his opponent held on to his hand and the sword, that they would both be sent through the large building behind Shuyin and would impact into the ground creating a large crater depending on what occured.