"Kurosaki Ichigo!" The adjuchas screamed and jumped at him. Ichigo sidestepped the great beast and swung Zangetsu around - the zanpaktou cleanly sliced of the hollow's arm. It let of a shrill cry and struck Ichigo with its other arm. The arm caught him in the stomach and he felt the air in his lungs be forced out. The adjuchas smashed him to the ground and raised its giant fist. Ichigo couldn't breathe. He needed to get away, but he had to catch his breath to move, so he lay there. This was the end. He thought of all the people he'd never see again. Ishida, Sado, Inoue, his sisters, his idiot father… Rukia. The adjuchas was bringing its fist down upon him. It was getting closer and closer… but all that Ichigo could think of was Rukia. Her hair, her eyes, the way her brow furrowed when she got annoyed. Then there was a flash of light and the adjuchas began to disappear. Behind it, in the light, there was a figure. It stepped out towards Ichigo. It was a woman. She had short blonde hair and her eyes shone golden, but then faded to silver. Her clothes were silvery-white and tight to her figure. They were rather like armour. She was walking towards Ichigo. She was walking past him. Ichigo struggled up.
"Wait!" he called after the woman. She stopped and turned her head. He ran up to her.
"Thanks, but who are you? Your outfit doesn't look like a shinigami one,"
"Claire," She said simply. "I'm a claymore,"
"A claymore?"
"You're pretty good, boy," she turned to face him.
"What?"
"You were fighting against a voracious eater," Claire's gaze did not waver as she looked at Ichigo.
"What? A voracious eater, that was an Adjuchas," Ichigo looked at Claire, confused