My pain is real!

Mr. Bobo looked at where he was going and pulled his free arm back. "MY VOICE GIVES ME SUPER STRENGTH!" He screamed as he punched through the window and was hanging on. He looked out the window. "Holy shit it does." He said serprised. He laughed a bit and Ringmaster was still being held on. "DAMNIT MR. BOBO LET GO!" He said. Mr. Bobo ignored. He looked at all that was around. A building behind the new guy. His back to a build. Mr. Bobo did not want him going back there. He never looked directly at the guy. Or really at the guy at all, mainly because Mr. Bobo was a proud man and didn't need too look at these annoying people that reminded him so much of flies. Mr. Bobo wanted to trap the flies, so Mr. Bobo shot fire at the buildings behind the new guy so he could not jump into the building. He set the hole place on fire by Ringmaster's power and Ringmaster helpped him as well on burning the Building. Ringmaster put his hand out to shoot fire in front of the new guy so he can't go forward or backwards.

Now that all that was done, Mr. Bobo threw himself in the air still holding onto Ringmaster and both of them pointed down to where the new guy was shooting fire at him making an arc. As Mr. Bobo was jumping he made sure to jump over the kido being made. "Look, I'm Spiderman!" He said as he was about to land into another window. Mr. Bobo put his leg out to the window. "FACLON KICK!" He said and gave it dramatic effect by having the power of Ringmaster's fire to have his leg covered by fire yet not harm him. The fire went away as soon as he kicked through the window.

Finally Stein stopped his rising at nine feet in the air. Having avoided the attack from the man who had just recently showed up that reminding Stein of a buzzing fly and the man who had revealed himself to his true form and a vizard all by simply moving up into the air using the natural ability known as shunpo to his people the shinigaim. His division six haori hung proudly regardless to the fact that he has probably just killed two shinigami women who were still technically loyal. However they were meeting with the vizard who were the enemy of the soul society and that in and of itself was a reason to attack them should someone back in the SS ever find out which they would probably never do.

Now Stein waited standing above both of his enemies and his ally. At least, that is what they were at the moment, two enemies and a single ally. His sycthe was defensively positioned forward as his back was to a building which whose structural integrity was failing from the cero blast that was fired at the ground. Stein could tell by looking at the base of the building down below. So Stein began to speak and manifest the most powerful spell in the way of destruction that he was capable of manifesting. And manifest the spell he did. ""Sprinkled on the bones of the beast! Sharp tower, red crystal, steel ring. Move and become the wind, stop and become the calm. The sound of warring spears fills the empty castle!"." Stein aimed the powerful spell down at the narrow streets below and the newcomer to the field. By attacking the man revealed himself to be an enemy of both Stein and Bobo. So aiming and manifesting the attack of the Kido spell he had just used, towards the newcomer below Stein thought of how an escape was possible and then remembered his ally down below. His ally could seal off the top using his very useful flames. Behind the man was a building which would prevent his escape. The building was collapsing due to the massive blast that rocked the buildings around it and caused most of them to fall. While the blast on it's own did not damage the bodies of the near dead shinigami women nor the newcomer the aftershock of the falling buildings on the narrow streets would. The collapsing building directly within a few inches of the back of the man would prevent him from running backwards. While above was a possible escape route Stein was sure Mr. Bobo would realize this and put a stop to his upwards escape route. The smoke made it hard to see as well and it's not like Stein screamed the spell at him so chances are the guy didn't even know it was coming. The front would probably be blocked by Bobo himself and below would take too long for a guy who uses ice to get out. Oh it was a happy day that the man decided to show what powers he used in the beginning of the battle so that Stein could plan around them and exploit weaknesses.

Mr. Bobo looked at where he was going and pulled his free arm back. "MY VOICE GIVES ME SUPER STRENGTH!" He screamed as he punched through the window and was hanging on. He looked out the window. "Holy shit it does." He said serprised. He laughed a bit and Ringmaster was still being held on. "DAMNIT MR. BOBO LET GO!" He said. Mr. Bobo ignored. He looked at all that was around. A building behind the new guy. His back to a build. Mr. Bobo did not want him going back there. He never looked directly at the guy. Or really at the guy at all, mainly because Mr. Bobo was a proud man and didn't need too look at these annoying people that reminded him so much of flies. Mr. Bobo wanted to trap the flies, so Mr. Bobo shot fire at the buildings behind the new guy so he could not jump into the building. He set the hole place on fire by Ringmaster's power and Ringmaster helpped him as well on burning the Building. Ringmaster put his hand out to shoot fire in front of the new guy so he can't go forward or backwards.

Mr. Bobo put his hand out and opened his mouth. Ringmaster put both hands out and his mouth open. From Mr. Bobo and Ringmaster's hands and mouth shot fire to the new guy. Mr. Bobo did not even bother with the vaizard. He was more on the new guy. The Vaizard will come later for Mr. Bobo. Mr. Bobo looked at Rimgmaster. He looked back. They two did not turn there heads. They moved there eyes at eachother so they fire comming out of there mouths would not hit themselves. But with that look. The look that Mr. Bobo was giving let Ringmaster know this was an all or nothing fight. That if things go bad to blow everything up. The objective for the two was to kill the vaizard, the vaizard's friends, and the new guy. Even if it was the cost of there own lives. Mr. Bobo and Ringmaster laughed.

Man, To think that Mr. Bobo would really take these guys so seriously. They must be better then I thought. I can't let us fail. I WON'T! Ringmaster Thought to himself. These guys. I can't let myself just lose so easy. They have to work to win. Just like how i'm working for my meal. Mr. Bobo thought laughing to himself a bit more. They were going to win. There was no other way this fight will turn out. It was that Mr. Bobo, Ringmaster, and Stein walked out, or no one. That were the two things that they could pick. Mr. Bobo needed to win. He had more to do then just die.

Mr. Bobo was not going to roll over. He looked deep at where his opponent was. The end was comming. Mr. Bobo could feel it. With this last move they were doing. The last stand. The moment happening now was going to me the last for someone. If it be Mr. Bobo, Ringmaster, Stein, The vaizard, the vaizard's friends, the new guy. One of them or more will have there last moments of life at this spot. But Mr. Bobo was not going down with out a fight and it seems that the ones that him and Ringmaster were fighting were not going to go down so easy as well. Mr. Bobo liked that in a fight. No one wanting to give up. Not one person. Fighing until the end. That was how it was going to be. Someone was going to look back at this and laugh one day. Mr. Bobo just hopped that it was him and Ringmaster.

He had his eyes set on the Captain type person. Who had, risen upwards. Aiming to his front right, he had released a stream of Knives at a building window, which it seemed that the clown was heading for. See, that clown was spending so much time putting on a show, like undressing. So that the gap between the actions of Naziko and this clown where quite spaced. He had fired his ice in that direction, and it would impale that laughing man, right in every part of his body, should that man not change course or find a way to block this Ice attacks. It would hit him if he did grab hold of the building. At this time however, his six arms had risen, and swung upward at where the captain would arrive surely. He aimed it randomly, and oh look he got lucky. As he had aimed a good nine feet upwards. He looked at where his arms swung, because he wanted to see if he had estimated the distance in which his opponent would go upward. So with his arms having crossed the sky, and shivs fleeting correctly. He let the pressure of his swing help with the jump that he had used all at the same exact moment as his look and his swing. (Big arms give a big lift?) Now, seeing as he had noticed that the Captain would arrive upwards. The arms crossing each other as his body sprinted upwards along with this Naziko pushed off the ground and went straight up, ascending higher in the sky. Moving upwards before that Clown would have, looked back outside of that window, if he even made it inside the building. Due to this, he would have arrived a good six feet below, at a good 130 degrees in angle. So that he was not in the way of the narrow streets below, and he was high enough, to be out of the range of any firy dome that might be made if the clown had gotten to complete his actions. The man above him would be stein, though he was not directly above him at all. Stein was at an angle and at least six feet away from him as he went upwards. However, thanks to being able to turn off and on his acute hearing, he was able to hear the opening lines of some sort of chant. Being as it was a random series of words, It would be about this time that this Captain type figure would attempt his chants arm placement. The way the palm was open, and due to the surge of yellow growing in his palm, it was apparent that it was Kido! He was talking slowly, that captain. So it gave Naziko enough time to close in the six feet range and only leave three inbetween him and the Captain now. He had raised his arm up, and brought down his claw, in only a second. Its all took really. The Captain would need to block. His claw would come down a full ten seconds before that Kido chant would be completed.

The Captain was the first to move and he rose into the air, passing by Hisoka and sending out a small burst reiatsu. Hisoka dodged by using his reiatsu to "air-step" and jump backwards. As the Captain raised up Hisoka noticed he was the Captain of none other than the sixth Division. His Haori was identical to the one Hisoka wore, which was odd. Days earlier Hisoka had seen a different replacement who was with, and seemed to associate with Izanagi. Odd. "I met another Sixth Division replacement recently.. Back when I had that reunion with Juicy, err-- Jushiro Kaizen and the 13th Captain. The was a bitch, and you are a traitor. Seems they'd be better off if they had kept me," The Vizard said simultaneously as he jumped back, and the Captain continued to rise up. The Captain finally hit the peak of his Shunpo, resting at about nine feet in the air.

The Captain made his first truly offensive attack towards either of the men, or tried to at least. He began to speak the incantation of a kido, and the clown was next inline to be impaled by the ice his seemed ally had fired. The clown was checked off as "dealt with" for the moment. The Vizard's ally acted quickly and closed in on the Captain as he spoke his incantation. Hisoka acted quickly and "boomed" off in another Sonido. Due to his speed that was superior to most on his level, he arrived from his Sonido in unison with the other man. The other man was in front of Stein, claw raised in the sky. Hisoka was behind him, his Zanpaktou held up as well. His eyes seemingly glowed bright with reiatsu beneath his mask, and his hybrid reiatsu filled the area. All this happened instantly, no time wasted at all, no pauses. Simultaneous to the other man swiping his claw, Hisoka brought down his Zanpaktou towards the right shoulder of the man, his sword wielding arm. The Vizard stood just short of three and a half feet from the back of the man, 43 inches being the total length of his Zanpaktou. The tip and just a short part of the length of the Katana would be the one to slash the shoulder of the Sixth Division traitor, should he not dodge. The distance was specifically planned out like this by Hisoka, to keep his sword from continuing on and hitting the man helping him if the Captain dodged.

The ice hit Stein, causing his entire body to systematically breakdown. Causing his systems to cease functioning as the freezing process commenced. It was unholy, but it wouldnt last long. As the skin of Stein became brittle, and flakey the mighty ice talons of Kaku no Fuyu came a raining down making his skin uberly fragile, this action, was followed up, by an intense pushing on the claws strike, that sent the Captain flying outward, repeled him so far away, that he vanished over the horizan. Sparing his life for now. Quickly, the Zanpoktou jetted away from the area, like a beast blinded in rage. He had went down to help the females, and he quickly used his ice to put one of the females bodies back together. Like a sort of adhesive. He had effectively sealed off Ames bleeding, and even froze her to such levels that she would be preserved. Ceasing the death process, and leaving her in a sort of Cyrostasis. She was spared deaths embrace, as he kept her over his shoulder, like a massive block of ice. He did the same for the Other female, who he had frozen and thrown over his other arm. His claws hanged to his side as the massive male, like dragon horse breathed inward, and exhaled. It Seemed that Bount had left, or something of that sort. As his ice needles missed the man. He looked up at the Vaizard. Waiting. The Vaizards blade was going to claim another part of this mans life. The blade would have made contact with his arm.

No response was given from the traitorous Shinigami. He made no attempts to dodge, no attempts to lessen the damage by flexing his muscles or hardening his spiritual pressure. The claw of the Vizard's ally clashed down, severing the left arm of the Captain. Hisoka's blade continued true as well, cutting through and easily severing the right arm of the man. Blood sprayed back onto the mask the Vizard had donned, and the limb fell slowly to the ground. Stepping back and taking a look at the armless man, Hisoka swung his Zanpaktou to the side as the blood of the traitor was flung from his blade. The Vizard then sheathed his Zanpaktou and grasped at the mask as it faded away into reiatsu particles. Looking towards the man who had helped him, Hisoka knew it was time to leave. Assuming the other man was able to conclude that as well, Hisoka would follow him. A new ally never hurt in the circumstances he would soon be in. Already wanted dead or alive by the Gotei 13, and not responsible for removing the arm of one of the Gotei's main military leaders. Yes, allies would be good.

Snort bubble came into view and the general sound of a best snoring was heard. The snoring echoed throughout the empty warehouse, amplifying the noise that could possibly draw some unwanted attention. Sacha aka the Russian must have had a wild night a few hours ago. The hand of the pale skinned man slipped down towards his crotch. Scratching away for a few moments, before releasing a deadly odor that filled the warehouse with a nasty stench. The fart managed to find a few open windows that allowed it to mingle with the outside world. The handsome mask that covered the skeletal structure relating to his face. Formed a smile as the Bounto began talking in his sleep. "Yeah baby you know the Russian likes it like that". The Bounto must have been dreaming about the previous night. Perhaps his memories manifested themselves in a dream to him. Rolling over the Bounto yawned before being jerked awake by a passing train. Who would have thought the warehouse was close to the tracks? That didn't matter to him anymore, he was now awake and ready to move on. It was a daily routine for him. Get up, find another get rich scheme plan, get laid and maybe cause some trouble. It has been a while since he had to run away from the cops. In fact he managed to rob a grocery store the past night, or in the last few hours. The Russian didn't seem to take anything that worth much. A mere tray of eggs, some butter and bread, along with a bottle of lemonade. He's what most would refer to as a small time crook. The fact of the matter is, he didn't need the money. He was more concerned about what to eat when he woke up. Oh and please don't forget that he also stole a tooth brush and a tube of toothpaste.

Sniffing his arm pits just to make sure he wasn't smelly. The Russian grinned a little before doing a Breathalyzer test. Breathing into the palm of his hand, a frown formed upon his face as he sat there. His breath smelled of liquor that mingled with his morning breath. Sacha could not start off his day like this. With that in mind the Russian picked himself up and gathered his toothbrush and toothpaste. The Bounto managed to find a little pipe that provided water for him. There he cleaned himself up, smelling ever so fresh and so clean, clean. Taking the time to walk around the warehouse, the Russian managed to come across an empty cheese pan. It was strange to see the cheese pan in the warehouse in such a manner. That and he really didn't care, since it will now serve as his frying pan. Sacha managed to get a fire going somehow, rustling up breakfast for himself. Bread and butter with eggs and a bit of lemonade that would have tasted better had he some ice. Sacha chose not to focus on this minor disappointment and simply enjoyed his meal. After the meal was over with and his breakfast felt as if it was digested. Sacha picked himself up and got dressed before heading outside. The Russian was off to survey the area once again. Just maybe he will come across a few others worth his time. That or he'll simply go to a strip club like a sad old man. The Bounto appeared outside of the warehouse, leaping upwards towards the roof of the building. There he stood and surveyed the area for a few moments. Boom, boom powder in grain form formed in his left hand. They were being toyed with before accumulated into what appeared to be a sweet. Once such a task was done, the Bounto placed it inside his mouth and set off into town.

The Russian appeared into a section of the town that was less busier compared to other areas. His pale skin and handsome face proceeded him. The Russian has long black spiky hair with blond streaks flowing through it. Sacha also has piercing blue eyes that seem to suit him very well. His black earrings in the shape of a crucifix cross dangled as he moved. Sacha came to a stop at a stoplight, his black man boots tapped on the floor. The Russian was also sporting a pair of black leather and suede trousers. These trousers themselves covered his black man boots. A kid came running down the side of the road bumped into him before landing on her backside. The belt around his waist, that was made up of a silver cross buckled glistened somewhat as the light shined on it. The black shirt that was being sported was tucked inside of his trousers. This of course made Sacha out to be a rather slick human being. Human seemed like the correct terminology at his point. For those that knew the truth, they'd beg to differ, since he was so much more. To top it all of for the slick Bounto. Is the black leather and suede overcoat that he was also wearing. Looking down towards the kid that fell, Sacha flashed a smile before crossing the street. He was already beginning to get bored, he now hopes that something will turn up.

The Russian ran walked along taking in his surroundings. Unlike most other races out there, Sacha didn't seem to have much Reitasu, if any at all. The Bounto are indeed a very sneaky race, able to perform their duties under the radar. Its been a while now since the Russian has come across another Bounto. Just where are his comrades? And if so who are they? He had quite a few back in the days, centuries before his current status in the world. None of this seem to matter much now, Sacha was now a man able to act on his own. The Russian felt as if he'd been walking for a while, now coming up closer to what appeared to be an institution. An institution of learning to be exact. Just by the activity and the presentation, Sacha deemed it to be a school of sorts. It was now time to go and take a look, his curiosity never fails to amaze him.

A silent man with a foreboding aura strolled through the alleyway toward the old warehouse, the pale white figure moved swiftly through the debris and garbage of the bad neighborhood of Karakura Town's old industrial district. The smell of filth filled the man's nose and as he result he scrunched up his face in disgust but it returned to his normal expression which was somewhere between boredom and anger, just as quickly as it came.

The man with piercing red eyes and fiery red hair enjoyed a cancer stick as he moved toward the last immediate location of an old friend... the Russian. It seemed that fool hadn't been paying his dues and that is bad for your health, friend or no friend. The man took one last drag from his cigarette before he tossed it away into some garbage can's where some type of animal was scavenging for food. The man known as Viktor examined the place and sneered. The smell of human shame and despair was most unpleasant. He sighed as he stood in front of the large warehouse.

"What a dump..."

He lit another smoke and examined it for a moment. He could feel a certain someone nearing and so he waited.

The Russian was making his way back to the warehouse, which will now act as his temporary hideout. The man had to go in hiding for a while. Reason for this course of action being his most recent job. The Russian managed to sink his fangs into a creature, one that further empowered him. The pale skin man, the Vampiric assailant made his way through an alley way. Waltzing pass garbage bins before noticing the lingering scent of cigarette smoke in the air. Sacha sighed in anticipation of a visitor, hopefully it will be someone not so hostile. His hands were tucked away in his pockets. Those specifically belonging to the coat that he was wearing at the moment. Piercing blue eyes that looked so cold stared into the distance.

The Russian's hands came out of his pocket, bringing along a cigar with it. The man also had an unusual item in his hand, one that appeared to be a black grain. A black grain of what exactly, had yet to be deciphered. The cigar was set ablaze, a magical act performed by the Russian. But for those that weren't so naive about the world around them. They will be able to understand just what happened. The man had supernatural abilities, which made sense. Sacha is a supernatural creature after all, one that has been around for centuries. The Russian can only hope he'll be around for centuries to come. The handsome face of the Bounto formed a smile, one that suggested he was pleased with the sightings of an old acquaintance. The footsteps of the invigorated creature was heard as he moved in closer.

Its good to see you again, comrade". Sacha said in a deep and chilling Russian accent. The man standing not too far away from him also has an accent of his own. Viktor's own sounded more like that of a Romanian's though. Slight similarities, but still a noticeable difference. Sacha walked up closer to his old friend, standing on the right side of the man. They were both now facing the warehouse, smoking, which appear to be a common thing among them. The left hand of Sacha's was placed inside his stylish overcoat. The right hand of the Russian held onto the cigar as the man exhaled the smoke. The cloud of smoke lingered for a few moments before dispersing into nothingness. " I don't owe you anything do I? I don't believe I owe any debts to my comrade, Viktor. How are things as a loan shark these days?". The Russian was well aware of Viktor's dealings and knew just how dangerous he can be. Its best not to own him any money, since the bastard always adds interest to it.

Jasper sighed as her black motorcycle roared to life. It was a sleek, glossy jet black. She had repaired it to a near perfect condition, much to her own happiness. She was taking it out for a little joy ride. She decided to celebrate the fast approaching interview opportunity. Why not celebrate with something as thrilling and enjoyable as a late night ride through town? Jasper quickly slipped on her black helmet, which had a silvery wolf on the sides of it. She was wearing long, tight fitting black pants, a white shirt, and a soft plush green jacket. Her foot swiped at the kickstand, effectively kicking it upwards. She twisted the handle of the motorcycle and it jumped forward. The motorcycle reminded Jasper of a prowling mechanical panther in a concrete jungle. Her hair was down, the green ponytail sat idle on her wrist.

The hair the wasn't sheltered by the black helmet raged wildly in the wind as she darted past homes and stores. She finally came up to her turn. The light was green, there wasn't a person in sight. She decided not to yield at the stop sign and just to keep turning. As she turned, something negative nagged at her in the back of her mind. Doesn't she usually turn right? She flashed a quick glance behind her and shrugged it off. Even if she did go the wrong way, it didn't matter. Karakura wasn't huge and confusing, it was simple to get through. She frowned slightly as she rode on, noticing the streets got more and more ghetto looking and desolate.

Shady people would eye Jasper as she rode by from dark alleyways and bright fluorescent lit corners. She shuddered and looked around. She had no idea where she was. It was obvious that she was on the far outskirt of Karakura, by the lonely train tracks. It creeped her out a bit. Not in all her years had she ever been somewhere as broken down and disgusting as where she was now. She felt a sudden, longing pang for her home. Her pretty little magenta colored Victorian house, with a upstairs, downstairs, and a cozy attic. She sniffled a bit, realizing she was far from it. It was cold here, for some odd reason. Broken bricks lined the cracked sidewalks. Street pavement was rough and crowded with weeds sprouting upwards through tiny cracks. Some windows were smashed, leaving shattered glass panes on the ground below.