The blue-haired arrancar had moved in swiftly; drawing out his sword and telling the orange-haired boy to get prepared for the next blow. In return the boy shuttered, his hand over his eye as he swayed under the force of the light breezes. The orange-head's hand barely grasped on to his sword, just about denting his fingers into the grip of his hilt.

"Tut, tut," she breathed out.

Her sword came out of its sheath, dragging a sharpening sound into the air. Its hilt held tight on the right, whilst the blade tapped three times against the open palm on the left hand before laying to rest on her skin. It rang slightly as it slowly morphed; clasped around her hands and decomposing into a thick, black liquid across the woman's knuckles and then stopping just around the middle of her forearm.

The semi-long gloves that cuddled up, hardened along her skin and lengthened from her fingers. The sinewy black forms edging away from her fingers drew out to thick spikes, which clattered against the bricks on the side of the building below her squatted form. She raised her hands off from her knees, her hands bent over her own wrists as if the spikes she now adorned as fingernails were too heavy for her. With the slightest movement from her wrist, the fingers shot out.

The blue-haired arrancar was paused in front of the orange-haired boy. His sword was raised in a position to slash down, but there was something off. His eyes shot around, and he noticed a tightening grip on his own wrist, and then a tiny knick against his jugular. What was this?

"I hope you're not like those men from Squad 11…. You don't find me interfering too much of an insult do you?"

The black whips tightened around his wrist and pulled him till he was arched backwards, his spine curving awkwardly behind him just so a painful twitch could angrily cry against his back. As he slide his breath back down his throat he felt that same prick from the other spike against his neck. What was this?

The orange-haired boy groaned softly as his vision swam lightly and then latched to the long midnight colored ribbons. His eyes traveled up along the ropes and to the female sat on top of a building at least five meters away. Even as he stared at her, he couldn't make out her reiatsu that much though he could see as it wisped around each black ribbon. Her body moved over to the right side, still squatted so that her thighs were practically perpendicular to the building, so her left leg now extended out to its full length.

"Squatting sure does make your legs cramp up."

"Who the fuck are you?"

The woman moved over onto her left side not moments later, wringing out her right ankle as she stayed positioned on her left leg. The boy grudgingly, in that moment, marveled at the strength she possessed to stay in a low-level squat as her right leg extended horizontally from her side. Though the lackadaisical breathing that allowed her to keep that nonchalant attitude, according to him, made his teeth clench in a drowned spite for having been saved by a woman who looked as if she wanted to be wrapped up in bed.

Her shoulders moved around as she came back into a crouch, and then a flash from her smile as her teeth protruded out, copying the moonlight's shine. "I don't believe that's what you should be worried about."

"Oh?"

"As far as I am aware, the worst is yet to come for you."

The blue-haired man snorted, and then tugged testing how tightly the wires were wrapped as he barely feel the silk-like texture against his skin. However, the black snakes only dragged him further away from his prey, and he found himself stumbling back against the cement that had come up during the fight. Even more, his fingers were stuck at a half open position as the snakes were pressuring certain tendons in his wrist. There was no way that he would be able to recover his grip enough to take care of the woman.

With an extra grunt, he maneuvered the words from his mouth, "do you see the future then, girlie?"

"I've tended to find that punishments for breaking the rules are by far the worst ones that you can receive."

With that, the woman inched her wrist back and the blue haired man was flown up into space. The air ripped from his chest as he moved around to grab onto something to stop the momentum, but could only grasp the air that was hurdling him further and further away from the scene of his crime.

The orange-haired boy's hand once again came to grip his head, the pulsing sensation beating up against his left eye. His own vision blurred a bit as he watched Grimmjow fly away from him, the long tentacle ribbons unwinding from the man's wrist as it snapped him away. The boy's knees crumbled underneath him and the textured ground dug up into his kneecaps as he breathed out his anger; the pulsing slinking away like a slug across his temple.

"Would that not also be the case this time, Kaname?"

Grimmjow only stopped when he felt the cold compress of Tosen's hand upon his arm and the tightening of the fingers by mere centimeters on his clothing. The blue-haired man stared into the blind man, acknowledging the new presence with a few subtle blinks; coming to terms with the fact that he had been flung straight into a predator by the woman. The pressures of his company had disappeared altogether, and the mission was a failure. His eyes wandered over to the slouching woman, who now tapped her sword up against her shoulder. Her eyes glinted over at him as a slow, sickened smirk elongated over her mouth. Her teeth edging along the line of her lip as she peered up at him, as the irises almost disappeared from her periphery look at him.

"You've always been very apt in your analysis, Ayake."

The woman responded with a flick of her sword, and then sealing it away in her sheath. Kaname and the blue-haired villain vanished from all sight and there was no trace left of them. Her coal eyes switching over to the orange-haired boy that toppled down to the ground as his enemy disappeared from his sight. His form buckled over and his head settled down against the earth. Slinking down, she maneuvered through the fire-escape and onto the street.

As she crossed the distance over to the boy, her fingers weaving through the air, another man joined them and the enemies flickered away. The new, tall, red-head looked around at the scene, taking in the upturned streets, the bent lamp-posts, the downtrodden boy, and his parading compatriot. He refocused on the abused boy, who was grappling against gravity.

"Did you win?"

"I lost." The orange-haired boy lifted himself up, standing with his back arched up straight, and his sword slack in his hand. "I lost."

"You were in over your head, boyo." The two boys turned to look over at the creature that had crawled her way over to them. Her dark hair chopped short up against her scalp, and like a tight compress, her hair clung to the surface of her head, flattened out and refusing to budge even with the wind whistling by. "This is Kurosaki Ichigo, yeah?"

Both nodded their heads, though the red-head quickly moved in to sidetrack the conversation. "You think next time you'll be ready?"

"Yeah."

"Really now?" The two swiftly turned back to her, and her sickened grin crossed her face again, swamping her cheeks with her long teeth. "You'll be obliterated if you think that you'll be ready next time."

"Who the hell are you anyway?" Ichigo grumbled through, his sword morphing to its giant knife shape.

"I saved your ass because all you've got is a dull knife and a shaky grip." The red-head quickly pushed back the lethal projectile of the woman's body. But her hand slipping through and grasped onto Ichigo's black hakama. "You're so far from safety boyo. Get your act together before you end up killed."

"Ayake back off." Renji grunted out, his hand salvaging the two apart. With another nudge, the woman stepped away, and took another step as her compatriot totted a look towards her. Noticing that Ayake wouldn't move, Renji turned back towards Ichigo, who was blaring his auburn eyes at the strange onslaught. "You'll be okay?"

"Yeah."

"How dull," the woman whispered, her hands raking through her hair time and time again until finally the small hairs were standing on end. "Are you still the boy that swept into Soul Society and turned it inside out?"

"Ayake pull back, now." Renji straightened out, pushing the woman back a little further.

She yammered about, her feet propelling her from right to left. "Did you cause such a storm with that pathetic look on your face? I'm curious - Did people move out of your way because you asked them to?" Renji continually pushing her and the call of her name did nothing to stop the stream of consciousness that she was floating on. In fact that pushes and the interruptions were like rapids that made all the words clamber over on another. "You should be more scared of Aizen then whatever is going through your head, boyo."

"As your superior, I order you to pull back. Return to Hitsugaya-taicho and report what happened to him."

The woman snuffed her words and stared at the man, her glittered bug eyes watching for the smallest crack in his order. When she received nothing but a blank face, she twisted around and disappeared.

Renji turned back to the injured boy, and the demure gaze he had towards the ground. "Don't worry about what she said too much. She's a bit crazy."

"Who the hell is she?"

"Don't worry, man. You won't be seeing her too much."