Dengen was watching Toshiro and Byakuya attacking Sephiroth. Idiots. If they continue to fight at this level they'll just end up getting themselves killed. They're not even using their Bankai's. I can understand the short one not realizing the danger, but Byakuya should be able to remember the last time he encountered Sephiroth.

A sharp intake of breath behind him caught his attention. He turned and was shocked to see Ichigo struggling to his feet. He can barely lift his sword, yet he is instinctively trying to get back in this fight. He reminds me of...him. Dumb asses, the both of them. He smirked a little at that thought. Just then Ichigo tried to run past Dengen, but Dengen put his arm out to stop him.

Ichigo took a step back and said, "Get outta my way, Diggy, or whatever the hell your name is. I'm fine!"

"No, you're not." Dengen replied, "If you think having a gaping hole in your chest is fine, then that would make you the biggest idiot here. A rather impressive feat."

"Are you making fun of me?!" Ichigo asked incredulously.

"Depends," Dengen responded, "Do you think that just because you've used you've used your Bankai that you're suddenly invincible? Because you're not, not even close. You should run away and let the professionals handle this."

"Like hell! I'm not just gonna sit back and watch! I'm going to help!" Ichigo yelled.

Dengen smiled. I was right, they are just alike. "Fine. If you're dumb enough to keep fighting then I should be able to make sure you don't die right off the bat."

"What? How?" Ichigo inquired.

"I don't know if you've realized this yet but I can manipulate electricity in any form it takes." Dengen explained, "And in case you don't know, the brain send signals to the rest of the body via an electric current. If I release a small shock to the right parts of the brain then I can vastly improve your reflexes and healing rate. Not only that but I can drown your brain in so much adrenaline that you probably wouldn't even notice if you got hit. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

Ichigo looked confused, "You lost me at electricity..."

Dengen sighed, "Okay then, the short version. I shock you in the right place and you can keep fighting. That simple enough?"

"Why didn't you just say that in the first place?" Ichigo asked.

"You ready?"

"Yeah."

Dengen put his right hand on top of Ichigo's head, "I gotta warn you. This will probably hurt a little."

"I'm ready. Do it." Ichigo replied.

Dengen released the current. As soon as he did, Ichigo fell to the ground. He writhed around for a minute before standing back up and glared at Dengen, "Hurt a little? A LITTLE?!"

Dengen smirked and said, "If I had said that it would probably feel like being raped by a light socket would you have done it?"

"No!" Ichigo shouted defensively.

"And how do you feel now?"

"...Good." He admitted grudgingly.

"I wasn't lying about that, was I?"

"But you-" Ichigo started.

"Don't you have a fight to get to?" Dengen asked curiously.

Then Ichigo ran off to join the fight. Then Rukia asked, "Aren't you going to join them?"

"Not yet. I want to see if they even need my help." Dengen replied, "I don't like unnecessary heroism. Besides, you must have questions. I'm feeling generous, so I'll answer any one question. But only one."

Rukia hesitated, then it seemed like she realized something. She said, "You're not a Soul Reaper are you? What exactly are you?"

Dengen smirked, "That's two questions. But you're right. I am not a Soul Reaper. Or a hollow, obviously."

"But what are you? A Quincy like Uryu? A human with powers like Orihime? What?" Rukia persisted.

"None of the above. All you need to know is that I am not like anything you've ever seen before." Dengen responded evasively.

"That's not an answer." Rukia protested.

"It's the only one you're getting." Dengen responded, "Sorry."

Rukia looked like she was going to ask something else but then she stopped and said, "Fine."

Dengen smiled and said, "Since you're being such a good sport, I'll answer a question you didn't think to ask." He pointed over at Sephiroth, "What is he?"

"Fine, but after this is over you're telling me everything you're hiding!" Rukia said energetically.

"I wouldn't count on it," Dengen paused then added, "But back to Sephiroth. Technically he's human but that's a very loose definition. He's the product of science run amok. Before he was even born he underwent genetic modification, then he was separated from his parents and raised to be the ultimate soldier. An unthinking tool used to kill his employer's enemies. Then when he discovered what had been done to him...let's just say he didn't take it well. Now he's on a genocidal quest for vengeance. Any questions?"

"How ca he be human? He has wings!"

"Genetic modification." Dengen said slowly, putting emphasis on each syllable, "Remember that part?"

"How has no one killed you yet?" Rukia asked irritated.

"You make it sound like no one's ever tried." He laughed. Then he cracked his knuckles and said, "I guess it's about time for me to get to that appointment."

"What appointment?" Rukia asked suspiciously.

"A dance with the devil." Dengen drew his sword, "I hear it's not a good idea to keep him waiting."