The sound of conflict was enormous. The entire organization seemed to be fighting, and one man knew how to stop it. His boots thumped hard on the marble floors of the central office hallway, running at blinding speeds towards the end. He didn't bother trying to conceal his spirit force; the General knew he was coming. He finally stopped at the large doors to the General's office and sighed heavily, composing himself. With a final resolve, he opened the doors and stormed in, dagger sheathed. The desk sat in front of him, with the Generals chair turned away, but he could clearly see a Death God sitting calmly.
"General," Jas called out. "Let's talk." The chair slowly swiveled, revealing another man.
"Captain… I think it's a bit late for that, don't you think?" He growled angrily, gritting his teeth. Jas glared at him, sensing that combat was inevitable.
"Major, I have no time for this. Where is the General? This ends now." He demanded. The Major stood up quickly and flexed his own massive spirit force, sliding his long sword from the sheath at his waist.
"Then let's end it!" He shouted, lunging. Jas quickly summoned his energy and moved to the side and to the opposite end of the office, pulling out his dagger before the Major reached him. Their feet slid on the ground as they turned to face each other. Focusing his spirit energy, Jas closed his eyes and slowly opened them. He brought up his hand and moved the dusty brown hat up out of his eyes, the long brown coat surrounding him. His hands played at his hips, where two silver pistols sat in their holsters near his dagger.
"Major, you know I'm right! Stop this lunacy!" He shouted. The Major roared angrily and lunged forward again. "Too sloppy…" Jas muttered to himself as he brought up his right pistol and fired a shot. The Major's leg was pierced just below the knee as he fell to the ground, sliding past Jas into the wall, crushing the foundation. He howled in pain, but quickly stood and brought himself to match; wearing a deep blue coat that hung tighter and more refined that Jas' more traditional cowboy garb. He held a single long revolver in his holster. They circled each other slowly, until they heard footsteps running up. Turning to look, they both saw Urahara running to the end of the hallway towards them.
"You!" The Major shouted, furiously. "You are the cause of this! You will die first!" He then turned to face Urahara and brought out his pistol, clicking the hammer back. As he took aim, he saw a blur of motion as Jas moved in front of him.
"Like hell, Major! You have to get through me first!" Jas spat. Bringing out his dagger, he held it straight out. The spirit force around them began to fluctuate to levels Urahara had never felt, not even from Kenpachi at his finest, and certainly higher than the force he felt earlier from miles away. "Urahara, get back. I can't control my spirit force in Perfect Form." He grunted. The light around them began to dim and the earth shook violently. The Major took a step back and lowered his pistol in awe. Urahara jumped back just far enough away where he wasn't crushed by the force, but could still see the combat easily. He saw Jas' dagger burst into flame, engulfing his entire arm.
"Incredible…" Was all Urahara could say as he felt the spirit force rush into the young man and his weapon. Jas brought the dagger up to eye level and aimed it at the Major.
"Sound the war drums, Mars!" He commanded. Then, all of a sudden, as if a million men began marching, he felt a throbbing, pulsing thump in his chest, resonating throughout the land. It came rhythmic and powerful. Flames engulfed his cowboy garb and burned it away. The hilt of the dagger grew rapidly and became a long pole arm. As the coat burned away, he saw a red cape, sandal-style leather shoes, strapped up to his knee. He was covered in full leather and mail body armor, complete with helmet and red plume. His left arm brought forward a red tower shield, emblazoned with Latin symbols and words. He'd become a Roman Centurion. A second broadsword hung from his waist, but the dagger-blade on the end of the spear made it clear that Mars was his weapon of choice.
"So his Bankai is the traditional warrior of his ancestors…" He mused to himself. He was immensely impressed.
"Now, Urahara, you will see power." Jas snarled. He brought his shield in front of him and raised his spear into a combat position, pointed straight at his enemy. A trail of flame followed the blade. The Major quickly doubled backwards.
"GUARDS!" He shouted in terror. Within moments, 4 lesser Death Gods ran towards the room. "Take out that spy; I'll deal with the Captain!" He commanded. As he finished issuing his command, Urahara turned and released Benihime. Focusing his combat, he crossed swords with the first guard, who was slow and clumsy compared to his refined skill. Blocking an easy attack, he swung around kicked a second in the face before pulling himself away to block two separate attacks. Pointing his sword at the recovering Death God, he simply said "Sing," and with that, a red bolt of pure spirit energy blasted the Death God into a state between unconscious and dead – pure defeat. The other three turned and surrounded him, preparing to attack at once. Thinking quickly, he summoned his spirit force in the guise of Demon Magic, blasting two of the Death Gods into the same defeated state.
"What the hell was that?!" The final guard shouted, staring wildly at the two downed guards. Urahara grinned and lunged, using the hilt of his blade to knock the last one out.
"That was what I call 'easy,' young Shinigami." He smirked. Turning his blade towards the office, he calmed himself and approached, only to see Jas standing over the defeated body of the Major. "Er," He began, shocked. "That fast?"
"Yea." Jas answered simply. The fight ran through fresh in his mind. He'd lunged at the Major the second Urahara began to defend himself. The first attack was a quick lunge with the spear, piercing the Major's hand and igniting it. The gun flew away wildly as his hand was impaled to the wall. As he pushed forward, he brought up his shield and slammed him to the ground, dropping it vertical onto his torso. Blood spattered from his mouth as he began to lose consciousness. The fight was practically over before it began. Finishing the job, Jas brought his free hand down and blasted his face with his elbow, before bringing his fist down and assuring the victory. By the time the fight was done, Urahara had yet to make contact with the second Death God's face with his foot.
"Simply amazing! Your skill is unheard of!" Urahara commended. "I take back my offer of allowing you to train with Ichigo. You are in different leagues. He has immense untapped potential, whereas you've harnessed and refined yours."
"Thanks, but now is far from the time for praise. We have to find the General now." He replied calmly, picking his spear from the wall and exiting the room. Urahara followed, retaining his Shikai, as Jas retained his Bankai. They began walking down another hallway before he heard the voice call from behind him.
"Jas," The name floated softly through the nigh empty hallway. He stopped and turned, his eyes glaring from behind the leather helm. Hona stood at the end of the hall behind him.
"The meeting hall." He said simply, and turned away, stepping over the fallen guards unconscious bodies. Jas grinned wickedly and turned back to the hallway, resuming his march.