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Apex sighed heavily as he watched the display of force, the defense and the attack, the lack of real progress in their assault and the increase of recruits staying behind to help the lost cause. It would be disappointing indeed if they arrived to find themselves the last remaining force to fight off The Nameless whom were rumored to be so weak, he would not allow such embarrassment.

He raised an open paw into the air and simply clenched it before pumping it forward, a single finger extended. Their wasn't even any recognition or re-action. Nothing seemed to change at all, except now only six members of the group were heading towards the battle, a collective shiver ran through the others however and Apex began to smile and whistled once in a long low tune.

Things were indeed going to be fun.

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An Armored being dashed across the battlefield, undetectable by nearly all means unless ones eyes were attuned to seeing things whiz past at the speed of light, he made no indent not a single trace of his being making itself known. That was however until The Black Rabbit looked to her left, her ears twitching as a spray of blood drenched her clothing and her face, interrupting the supporting fire and small flashes of lightning she'd been placing around the field. The cloth covered man who had been banishing those undead who got to close nothing but a contorted mess of bones and blood meshed in with the light coloured clothing that had adorned him. She barely had time to bring her spear across in a block as a metal fist clashed with the golden weapon, the agent of the garden pressed back with all the force she had, with everything that could be lent to her as her own eyes stared into the glowing pools of her opponent.

A singular whir sounded and high pressure steam rushed out from the joint in her opponents elbow and before she could react, her eyes widening in shock, The Black Rabbit was launched across the battle field. Her body bouncing and grinding a long the ground until her twisted spine collided with one of the far off ice spires with a sickening thwack and an echoing crash that even made Pestel jump and groan mid-dance. The Black Rabbit lay collapsed in a heap, chunks of ice piled on top of her and several shards sticking out of gaping wound, her arms contorted in unnatural ways and her spear embedded in the ground not far off from her original point.

Aizen roared in anger and flashed across the defensive line, his sword arm swinging horizontally and obsidian armour coating the other along with a burning light that pierced the spot his foe had been standing as he swung. Allies leaped from the point in reaction as the ground shattered and blew apart, fragments of terrain littering the skies and the ground around, but as the dust settled and a growling Aizen manipulated the air to sense nearby foes. An iron fist reached forward to collide with another member of The Nameless, sending another body flying past Aizen to be caught by supporting members of the guild, they were alive but barely and for a single moment Aizen saw a heavily armoured monster standing within the rubble they created of the terrain.

How were they going to fight something that they couldn't sense? He looked over to his psychics, every person that could find a way to locate the man shook their heads solemnly, they would have to rely on sight for now.

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The armoured man felt nothing for what he had done, no joy, no sadness, he had followed orders and taken The Black Rabbit out of commission. Now he was free to take whomever he wanted from the battle-field, he saw someone burn through his husks, Apex's husks, and their partner or perhaps sibling taking out their own at a slower pace. He made his decision and rushed past the golden spear that lay buried in the ground, kicking up dust on purpose as a final taunt to Aizen before dashing into the battle-field. The hiss of steam and the thundering sound of shattering earth sounded in the distance and suddenly the same spear was propelling through the air at an inhuman pace for a simple throw, piercing several husks and slowing down by a minimal amount as it headed towards the flame user.

Meanwhile its thrower stood behind the users partner, a metallic fist raised when silently two claws of plasma erupted from either side of the hand. However he did not attack, simply opting to wait and allow others to foolishly come to this ones rescue. They could not out-match his speed that he was sure of, and she could not sense him with all the skills in the world, but if their was one thing he enjoyed it was the hunt. So he would wait for worthier prey.