Disclaimer: Bambietta Basterbine and all related characters belong to Shueisha. The title of this story, meanwhile, was suggested by NotXeno.

To Bambietta, the world was only darkness. Air was whipping about her, the palm of a hollow's hand pressing firmly against her face. She cursed under her breath, the uncontrolled motion of her body irritating her to no end. Then it suddenly stopped, her body falling limp, her bare feet unable to make contact with the ground. She kicked wildly then, gripping on the hand that held her with both of her own.

"Well well, aren't you a feisty one!" a voice coated in venom called out. "Is this the one that shot your eye out?"

"No, that one was definitely dressed like a quincy! I don't know what's with the cute little pink number this one is sporting!"

"A quincy? There's a quincy in there? We better devour this soul and get the hell out of here!"

"Are you serious? What the hell do we have to worry from a stupid thing like that?"

"What, you didn't hear? These bastards took over Hueco Mundo and very nearly destroyed the Soul Society! It's better we cut our loses, take this soul and save ourselves!"

Bambietta was not quite happy to hear about the conflict with the Soul Society, bitter memories at the surface of her thoughts, but she was thrilled to know that these hollows had a fear for her kind. That would just make her goal so much easier to obtain. "So you're scared of a little old quincy, are you?"

Bambietta reached up with a hand, allowing blut arterie to activate. She gripped down on one of the fingers wrapped around her skull and with a quick motion tore it clean off from the hollow's hand. She could hear it, the snapping of bone, the tearing of flesh, and soon after the screaming of the hollow. The monster's grip loosened and Bambietta fell to the pavement. She put some distance between herself and the hollow, stepping back with hirenkyaku, and stared down the lot of them.

"Nine in total, huh?"

Bambietta eyed the beasts from left to right then, taking note of the strange monsters before her. It was a curious lot, a fair amount of them reptilian in shape, standing on all fours, another simply snake like in its appearance. At least three of them seemed to correlate with what little Bambietta remembered learning about dinosaurs when she was but a child. Oh, how she had been fascinated by such creatures. Their power awe inspiring, standing atop the food chain.

Then there were the oddities, particularly the hollow that appeared soft to the touch, as if it was made from marshmallow of all things. If not for the dire circumstances that she was in, Bambietta would no doubt have laughed at such a sight. Then another appeared more as a fanged, upright turtle of all things. Yet another was an odd beast, with no legs to speak of, only a tail extending past its waist. As if to partially make up for its lack of lower limbs, it very clearly possessed three arms positioned in an asymmetrical fashion, two on its left side.

Then there were the last two, clearly the most imposing of the lot. The first of the hollows was similar to a dinosaur yet again, standing upright on its massive hind legs. Across its spine and down its tail were several jagged spikes, ones that made Bambietta cringe. The other appeared very much as a gorilla and it was staring down at its damaged hand, the finger that Bambietta had torn off missing.

Despite it all, Bambietta was not impressed. She simply rose her right arm up, outstretching her hands. Power began to coalesce in her palm, a curved broadsword appearing as if from thin air. She gripped down on the weapon's handle, whipping it through the air before pointing its end towards the collection of hollows. "I am Bambietta Basterbine, Sternritter E of His Majesty's Wandenreich. Before you stands a quincy like none other! One that is as homicidial as she is cute! Yeah, that'll do it..."

She could see the hollow's on edge then, a sign that Bambietta appreciated. First she had lost her vollstandig. Then she had lost her schrift. Oh how she missed the Explode. However, that was not the end of it. She had spent many a sleepless night looking for Giselle. Now that she had found her had she expended much energy on maintaining blut vene. Bambietta was not at her best, not at all, and she could tell that she was dealing with adjuchas level hollows. Though she was a blood knight in so many ways, she did not fancy a losing battle brought about by her not being in tip top condition. Because of that, she could only hope now that she could force them to run in fear at the power behind her former stature in the Wandenreich.

"Kick their asses, Bambi!"

Bambietta glanced quickly and could see Giselle in the doorway of the motel room, no doubt awakening all those trying to sleep this evening. What a spectacle they would wake up to, no doubt. A woman in her pajamas, brandishing a sword and tossing idle threats at monsters invisible to the naked eye. She was inclined to end this quick then, continuing to try her best to intimidate the hollows.

"I am giving you this one chance. Leave us now and I will let you live to see another sunset. Fight me and the cost will be your eternal souls. The choice is yours."

Bambietta watched as the strange collection of hollows conversed with one and another, leaving her quite wary. They were well organized for mere hollows, leaving her to wonder if they were working under one that dwarfed their own strength. Then, as if to confirm her suspicions, the quincy suddenly felt a massive amount of spiritual power approaching, an unbearable pressure coming down upon her. Giselle could feel it as well, the two women looking up just in time to see another hollow arrive on the scene.

It descended from the sky, landing behind the others. Its body was similar to that of a massive bird, covered in feathers. Its neck was very nearly the length of the rest of its form, its white mask at the end and curved like a beak. The creature was no bigger than the other hollows, but its overwhelming power was another matter altogether. If Bambietta could compare the others to fighter jets, then this newcomer's spiritual power was as big as a battleship.

Bambietta had never expected to see a hollow of that kind of power here in the mortal world, but it did explain why these other adjuchas were working together. They were under its command. "Thank goodness it's not a vasto lorde," Bambietta muttered under her breath.

Giselle, meanwhile, was not so impressed. She was pointing at the hollow, very nearly giggling. "That mohawk its got, it'd give Bazz-B a run for his money! What was it thinking?"

The adjuchas said nothing, trying its best to ignore the flagrant disrespect. "So you are both of the Wandenreich, are you?" it asked, glaring at Bambietta. "Then we have nothing to fear from a paper tiger! Your king is dead, your threats idle, girls!"

Bambietta could tell her bluff had been called, her troubles only beginning. She had not counted on being confronted by so many adjuchas, especially not one who knew that the war had ended. This she knew would be a problem. Despite the slight amount of rest she had gotten, she was still drained from the near constant use of blut vene. Deep down Bambietta had questioned if it was a necessary action around Giselle, but she had been quite worried all the same. She had felt it in her heart, that by keeping the woman close she was entreating death itself once more.

Bambietta was beginning to wish she had gotten a chance to taste one of those energy drinks before being dragged outside. She was not sure if it would have actually done much for her spirit but it would have at least made her senses more alert for a while. The past was the past, however, and she knew she would have to face down this horde utilizing nothing but her reserves. The quincy tools she had procured were still in the suitcase she had brought to the world of the living. All she had were her more basic abilities then, nothing else.

"Damn," Bambietta whispered under her breath. She pulled her sword back, entering a combat stance and preparing herself for the war she was about to wage. "Great."

She began to step forward then, giving into the moment and letting her blood begin to flow with not merely the power of blut arteria, but her own lust for battle, a battle cry issuing forth from her tired body.

"Waaaaa-!"

"Bambi, let me help."

Bambietta stopped in mid-stride, nearly falling over as she stood on one foot, her admittedly ridiculous battle cry having been interrupted by Giselle.

"Stay back, Gigi!" Bambietta was not inclined to let Giselle in on this fight, not at all. A part of her was still nervous about the notion of being around her, especially if she was giving into blut arterie instead of blut vene. She knew Giselle had spoken the truth, but Bambietta was still caught up in paranoia, afraid of what might happen if Giselle lost sight of their friendship in battle, especially if Bambietta were hurt. However, Bambietta was beginning to fear what may happen if Giselle saw her hurt from the sidelines as well.

Still, the quincy tried her best to make up for her brusque tone, glancing over her shoulder slightly to cast a warm smile towards Giselle. "As your leader, it's my duty to be your sword and shield, right?"

She saw a slight smile on Giselle's face then, one that was as abrupt as it was hesitant.

"So you offer up your soul first, do you?" the lead adjuchas asked, a slight cackle following its question. "Admirable, but foolish. Both your souls will belong to the Brobdingnagian Talon!"

"That's quite possibly the stupidest hollow name I've ever heard of," Bambietta replied, raising her eyebrows in surprise. "Seriously, you look so ridiculous with that mohawk and those big goofy eyes on your mask! And now that name! I repeat what my little buddy said over there! What were you thinking?"

The Brobdingnagian Talon said nothing, instead making what was very much the single most annoying battle cry that either Bambietta or Giselle had ever heard in their lives. The nine hollows under its command began to move, but Bambietta was one step ahead of them. Her main goal had been to scare them into running off, but now that push had come to shove in the form , she was more than willing to resort to violence if need be.

Bambietta could see it then, the jagged plates of the bottom heavy hollow's back and tail coming alight with power. The quincy braced herself and quickly leapt back as a beam of pale blue energy exploded from the creature's mouth, tearing asunder the pavement where she had just stood. She was tired, yes, but Bambietta was getting into the zone as she liked to refer to it. Fighting, it was what she lived for, something she had worked to excel at for a long, long time. Few would consider her a genius in most aspects of life, Bambietta her own chief critic, but so long as she was not flipping out and running on pure emotion, she could think a few steps ahead. Now that the simple solution of the Explode was no longer an option she was falling back on old lessons that had been drilled into her young head by her former superiors.

Her lost strength having been born from a piece of his soul, Yhwach had taught her the more esoteric points of the both the vollstandig and the Explode. Jugram Haschwalth had given to her the fine art of swordplay. Bazz-B had forcibly instructed her in the ways of hand to hand combat. Robert Accutrone's gift had been the precise usage of hirenkyaku, blut and other unique techniques of the quincy.

She was keeping her calm, allowing her mind to crunch the numbers. She would fight to win, simple as that. However, she hoped to minimize the time she would spend in combat, to maximize what efficiency she had left. That was precisely why she was refraining from the destructive force of her spiritual arrows. The blade of her sword was a much more precise weapon for what she had in mind, and it would keep more power tucked away if things went south in a hurry. Bambietta knew that killing the Brobdingnagian Talon would no doubt force its subordinates into retreat, and frankly, that suited her just fine. It would be one less goofy looking threat in the world after all. Surely people would thank her, right? Shinigami and spiritually aware humans alike! Maybe even other hollows! Yeah!

Flames suddenly burst forth from the turtle hollow's mouth, ruining Bambietta's imagined flight of fancy, but the quincy was too quick, evading it with some simple footwork. However, she suddenly saw something else in the corner of her eye, some kind of green slime expelling from the snake hollow's mouth. She dodged the reptile's attack fast and with the utmost grace that her overtired mind and body could afford, watching as the strange substance burned into the ground.

"Oh hell no, you did not just shoot that green shit at me!"

Bambietta was uninterested in having a true battle with such inane forces such as this. Now she was determined to kill as many of the hollows present as she could, if only to shut them down and shut them up. To make a lesson out of them. She let her body become consumed even more with blut arterie, increasing her offensive capabilities as much as she could in her condition. Then she disappeared in a flash of hirenkyaku. The adjuchas could not keep up, save for the Brobdingnagian Talon itself perhaps, but Giselle was able to trace Bambietta's movements clearly, her familiarity with the technique aiding her well.

The pajama clad quincy appeared in flashes of pink beside each of the nine hollows, her short broadsword at the ready. She made quick, precise cuts, drawing blood in each and every instant, but leaving Giselle confused in the process. None of the hollows were dying, none at all. Was Bambietta taking it easy on them? Giselle had to remind herself that she was, at least in her own estimates, not a sadist at heart, so she was unable to comprehend Bambietta's battle tactics. Because of that, she was unable to see the truth in the matter. She had no idea that Bambietta was pushing herself to her overtaxed limits, unable to broach the defenses of the hollows anymore than she was already, not when she was moving as fast as she was to keep ahead of any potential attacks.

However, the Brobdingnagian Talon was truly different from its fellow adjuchss. It was able to perceive the tired quincy's movements better than the rest, better than Giselle even, not consumed by hero worship and the emotional blinders it could erect. It could see that Bambietta's step was sluggish compared to what it could have been. Still, the creature was unnerved as Bambietta appeared between itself and the others. The wounded hollows began to collapse and cry out in pain, blood splattering about as Bambietta stood firm. She whipped out her sword arm to the side, trace amounts of red liquid leaving its purchase on the blade and moving through the air before her face. Bambietta gave the Brobdingnagian Talon a narrow stare them, trying to psyche out the monstrosity.

"Even a paper tiger can cause paper cuts!" Yeah, Bambietta liked the sound of that. She was upset that she had not taken a single life with the hollows, but she was able to keep her game face on, refusing to show how annoyed she was. Bambietta knew she was running on fumes of all sorts, but she would keep fighting.

Because of that, she pushed herself again, disappearing from sight once more. The Brobdingnagian Talon was ready for a fatal attack, prepared to guard its torso, neck and head. It began to form a cero in its beak, ready to annihilate the quincy as she would no doubt appear before it. The beast all but knew that the blast would destroy the hollows under its command but that was a sacrifice that the Brobdingnagian Talon was willing to make. It would simply give it a chance to eat their remains and grow stronger still, nothing more, nothing less. Then it would be one step closer to becoming a vasto lorde.

It was then that the adjuchas could feel the air shift above and behind it. The Brobdingnagian Talon turned its long neck then, realizing that it had been had but it was too late.

"Oldest trick in the book." Bambietta fell then from the empty spot in the air besides the Brobdingnagian Talon's long neck that she now occupied. She brought her sword to bear, its edge cleaving through muscle and bone, feather and sinew. Her movement only stopped with the heavy sound of her blade striking the parking lot pavement of the motel, the Brobdingnagian Talon's right wing falling to the ground with a spray of blood. "I love the classics!"

"You witch!" the adjuchas cried out, it's voice creaking with agony. "What have you done?"

"Eff you up, what else?" Bambietta asked as she used the hastened movement of a quincy to dash up on to the adjuchas' back before it could react. She grabbed its long neck with one hand and placed the blade of her sword against its throat. Then did she switch from bemused to deadly serious. "This is your last chance. Call off your monster buddies and maybe, just maybe, I'll let you live long enough to retreat to Hueco Mundo and lick your wounds."

Another bluff but Bambietta knew she could play the part of a cold hearted maniac if she wanted to end this battle without pushing herself any further past her limits. Though she reveled at the notion of killing the adjuchas, each and every one of them, she was doubting she could. Not in her condition. Still, she was optimistic she could put the fear of a goddess in the Brobdingnagian Talon. After all, there was truth blended in with her lies, the perfect form of deception. She had lusted for battle as a sternritter, all smiles as she was cutting down foes. She was merciless but never cold and calculating. However, Bambietta knew no shinigami had run from a fight when her true persona was on full display, so she had to hope this falsification would make the adjuchas err on the side of caution.

"Now give me what I want," she cooed. "And no sudden moves. I'd hate for you to go and lose your head around me, big bird."

The adjuchas said nothing, instead insisting on calling Bambietta's bluff again. The quincy could hear it, see it, feel it. A red energy was forming in the beak of the Brobdingnagian Talon, a telltale sign that it was preparing another cero. Bambietta looked up hesitantly and took note of the adjuchas' eyes, their gaze guiding Bambietta towards Giselle.

"Kill me if you wish," the Brobdingnagian Talon cackled, "but I'll take your friend with me!"

Friend. It was a word Bambietta had believed in long ago. One that had given her purpose in life. In the end, however, it had proven to be nothing more than a gateway to betrayal. Joy and relief turned to misery and pain in a moment of absolute weakness. She had to wonder then if she was a fool for giving such a word a second chance. She had approached it with trepidation now but still the quincy was risking her life for that word's true definition.

The cero fired then, the orb of death descending upon the terrified and unmoving Giselle. Though she did have blut vene and hirenkyaku to fall back upon, she did not have the Zombie anymore, the thought of the pain that awaited her leaving her in a state of shock, like a deer in the headlights.

Bambietta's eyes locked with Giselle's own, the targeted young lady exhibiting nothing but fear. For a moment the horrified face blurred and in a flash shifted and contorted, a bitter memory dredging up from Bambietta's memories. She saw it then. A cold expression tinged with a cruel smile. It flashed again then, leaving Bambietta to see nothing more than a young girl who had been both shy and demure, seeking nothing but the comfort of love.

Then, within the recesses of her mind, did Bambietta hear the past voice and its words that had belonged to the youn girl.

"Can you stay by my side?"

It all happened in a brief moment, leaving Bambietta to weigh the betrayer against the friend. She bit down on her lower lip, no longer thinking. Her face began to contort with equal parts confusion and frustration. Bambietta knew it in her heart, that it was a decision that was made years ago, requiring no further debate.

"Fuck!"

Bambietta disappeared from the Brobdingnagian Talon's back in a flash, outpacing the cero and appearing before Giselle through the power of hirenkyaku. Giselle felt her friend's arms wrap around her for a moment, tighter than she had ever experienced in the past. Then the hold loosened, the cero slamming into Bambietta's back with such force that both she and Giselle were thrown into the outer wall of the motel. Bambietta cried out in pain then, blood spilling out from her mouth and splattering against the wooden frame. She still held tight to Giselle, gasping in pain.

"Bambi?" Giselle felt her heart beating rapidly, but nowhere near as much as Bambietta's. Their chests pressed together. She could feel the beats of Bambietta's heart, the organ struggling to pump blood at an alarming rate. Glancing down, Giselle cringed slightly as she saw the smoke whisking off of Bambietta's back. Her pajama top had been singed terribly, torn apart and exposing the bloody and seared flesh underneath. The traces of blut vene began to intensify then, no doubt having been the one thing to save Bambietta and Giselle's lives. Now it was going into overtime to stop the blood from flowing outwards.

"I told you," Bambietta whispered, not even sure anymore what she was doing. "Sword and shield."

"That was unexpected," the Brobdingnagian Talon said with clear delight. "I suppose it was worth putting my all into that attack. Yet yours shall be a sacrifice made in vain. You are wounded and weak now, girl. I shall be taking both your sou-"

The adjuchas never got the chance to finish its statement, an arrow of blue light piercing its hollow mask, shattering it and tearing through the flesh underneath. Then did the Brobdingnagian Talon's body fall to the parking lot pavement, unmoving as it began to fade away.

"Who said I'm weak?" Bambietta rasped, holding in her unsteady hands a glowing sword, her charred back facing Giselle. Then, without her consent or approval, her legs gave out on her. Bambietta's spirit weapon faded from existence as she dropped to her knees, her hands planting firmly against the pavement as she breathed painful breath after painful breath. "There's another couple of thousand sins to add to my tally. Woo-hoo..."

"Bambi!" Giselle crouched down beside her injured friend, gingerly placing one arm across her shoulders. Despite the mistrust, she had taken the proverbial bullet for her. Giselle knew she should have been overjoyed by the concern, but to see Bambietta in the state she was in now was too much for her. "Why?"

Bambietta paid Giselle no attention for the moment, casting her gaze instead on the nine remaining hollows. They were clearly in shock at the death of their powerful leader. She had to hope they would have the sense to retreat now. They conversed among themselves, fear and confusion evident in their voices.

"She killed the boss so easily!"

"Knew we should have run when we had the chance!"

"That's right," Bambietta whispered. "Go ahead and run."

"But look at her. She's out of it."

"Goddammit." Bambietta understood more than she had cared to. It would not go so easily. It never did. The nine hollows turned towards her and Giselle, confident in their chances of victory. They all began to move forward then, their pacing slow, methodically and torturous in its execution.

"It's time," the gorilla hollow hissed, "for a feast!"

"No!" Giselle screamed, hugging Bambietta tighter. Then they both vanished from sight, the younger of the quincy employing hirenkyaku.

"Run, yes," the gorilla hollow laughed, staring at the wound Bambietta had scored on it.

"We'll find you," the turtle hollow joined in, blood still oozing from the wound Giselle had scored on one of its eyes. "You haven't lived until you've experienced being hunted by me!"

123

Giselle had not escaped in any concentrated pattern, her movements erratic and unrestrained as she pulled the injured Bambietta along. They finally arrived in yet another secluded spot of Kyoto, right on the edge of a river. Giselle lay Bambietta down gently on the inclined ground, allowing the grass to cushion her.

Bambietta gasped wildly. Her wounds were no longer bleeding thanks to blut vene stopping the flow of the vital liquid but she was still in pain. She lay there helpless then, watching as Giselle began to stand over her. It should have been nothing but a momentary flash played across the mind's eye that belonged to the quincy. Imagination overpowering reality, Bambietta could see Giselle's concerned face morph into one of cold inevitability. Then there was that cruel, unnatural smile, the voice from the past to go along with it.

"Poor Bambi. We'll help you. We'd be lonely without you. I mean it."

"Get away! Get away!" The vision faded, leaving the present Giselle in the place of the bitter memory, but it was too late. Bambietta was in near hysterics. She began to back away from Giselle, her emotional and physical pain bringing tears to her eyes. "I want to live, damn you! Live!"

"Bambi?" Giselle brought both her hands up to her face, her own soul plagued in despair at what she was seeing, what she was hearing. The quincy knew full well what the meaning was behind it all, her past catching up with her again and again. "Bambi, I-"

"Please, please, please," Bambietta whimpered, tears streaming down her face. "Just let me live."

Giselle felt sick to her stomach then, revulsion washing over her. She clutched at her lower face with one hand, covering her mouth as she tried to fight the urge to vomit in disgust. There was a part of her, a part of her that was finding a twisted satisfaction in the display before her. To see someone in such anguish, it truly was a symphonic opera to the darkest parts of her soul.

"No, no," Giselle whispered then, knowing full well the cruelty that was etched into her very heart. She could not deny it, having indulged in it so many times in the past, but now she could find no pleasure in it. She simply could not allow that. "Bambi..."

Giselle tentatively reached out with a right hand, but she quickly took notice that it was the wrong move. Bambietta's eyes widened in fear. "Stay back, please! I beg you!"

Giselle's hand shook and stopped then. "Bambi, I'm so sorry."

Giselle's face became awash with tears then as she stared at the panic that was overwhelming Bambietta's face and body. Overridden by despair, Giselle collapsed to her knees in front of Bambietta, unsure of what she could say or do to make things right.

Bambietta stared back in return, her thoughts finally coalescing into a stable form. "Gigi..."

Bambietta began to hate herself then, for acting like a terrified child. It was so unlike her, she knew that much, but Giselle had done too much to her. Now, despite their partnership, it was becoming clear to Bambietta that all they could do was hurt each other. Was this their fate? Was this all that was left for them now?

Bambietta could not, would not allow that to be. She had taken Giselle under her wing so long ago. Any actions the younger quincy took, no matter who they were directed at or how cruel or violent in their execution, were Bambietta's responsibility. She had been raised as a monster of the Wandenreich and in turn had raised another in the same fashion. This was her responsibility. She had taught Giselle everything she knew. She had made her what she was today.

Bambietta cringed in pain as she forced herself to sit up then, her breathing out of control as she made it up to her knees. She began to reach out towards Giselle with both arms then, leaving the young lady to wonder if perhaps Bambietta was going to attempt to strangle her, to choke the life out of her as she had tried in the Wandenreich's abandoned fortress not that long ago.

Giselle gasped then as Bambietta's arms wrapped around her torso in a close embrace. Giselle's chin held high above Bambietta's left shoulder as the other woman leaned into Giselle herself.

"You can't tell me..." Bambietta wheezed, her voice lowering with each syllable. "You can't tell me that this is how it ends! You just can't! Not for us, Gigi!"

Giselle flinched for a moment, her tears intensifying. Not out of complete sorrow, joy mingling with that emotion. Her face fell upon Bambietta's shoulder. "It's going to be okay."

The two stayed still for moments then, the only sound around them their own sobbing and the movement of the water washing up against the riverbank. Bambietta felt it then, deep in her breast. She would no longer place such distrust in Giselle. She would no longer rely on blut vene around her every waking moment. Such anxiety, such mistrust and paranoia had no place in their mutual road to redemption.

"Aww, isn't this sweet?"

The two quincy could feel it then, the familiar and malevolent power of the adjuchas. They both glanced up the grassy knoll and could see it, the nine monsters staring down at them.

"You thought you could run from us?" asked the dinosaur-like hollow with the jagged plates lining its back, its voice sounding almost like a leather glove being dragged across the strings of a bass instrument. "How entertaining. How futile"

Giselle suddenly stood up then, her face showing clear defiance. "I'll kill you all."

"What was that?" the gorilla hollow asked.

"You want to hurt Bambi?" she asked again, a low snicker escaping from her mouth. "Then I'll kill every last one of you bastards!"

"Gigi, you can't." Bambietta watched as a small bow appeared in Giselle's hands. "Gigi!"

Then did a hail of blue arrows suddenly rain down from the heavens, piercing the hollows over and over again, blood sputtering out from the puncture wounds that formed in response. With roars of pain did the group of corrupted souls then fade away, their existence nothing more than a thing of the past. Bambietta forced herself to stand then, shoulder to shoulder by Giselle despite her wounds, and simply looked on in confusion.

"Gigi?"

"It wasn't me," the young lady said, simply shrugging. "You?"

"Do I look like I was in any shape to do whatever that was?"

The two quincy could suddenly hear footsteps approaching them and soon enough they were greeted by four figures. The individuals were gaudily dressed to say the least, their matching outfits far more flamboyant than any either Bambietta or Giselle had ever laid eyes upon. They did not recognize the mustached man at all, but the three women by his side did the two former sternitter recognize quite well.

Candice Catnipp. Liltotto Lamperd. Meninas McAllon. There they all were, the trio's eyes going wide with shock as they took notice of Bambietta and Giselle. The duo did the same in return, very nearly about to speak in light of their sudden reunion. However, it was then that the mustached man completely broke up the moment, his voice bellowing across the area.

"Who you going to call when the spirits are always with you? Don Kanonji's Geisterjager! Bwa ha ha ha ha!"