Yeah, I should stop combining chapters.
(Hueco Mundo)
Robin's vision went black, than white, than black again, ending in what seemed to be a crazy mix of places in which she experienced her highest and lowest emotions, a green field next to a village, a major camp room, a burning ship, the inside of a messed up and mixed castle, another field with golden grass at sunset, a moonlit wasteland... and she saw it all, atop a black dragon. In front of her was herself, yet not herself. There were no words for a short moment, and shock over taking her. The extra... parts on her were on her no longer, but on the twisted mirror in front of her, Grima... The god smirked, then took off, strafing in a diagonal angle, keeping her (its?) face on the soul jar who would not accept the god inside. The god lifted an arm slowly, then suddenly spread her palm like claws, and casted a large fireball, as if the dragon expelled it. Of course, the dragon itself that Robin was standing on simply flew around in a circle, over the messed up world.
Robin could not fly, of course, and could not run out of the way in time, and therefore had to suffer the direct strength of the attack, sending her tumbling down the back of the dragon. She got up, and ran towards the dragon, searching her coat simultaneously for a weapon. She found no weapon, not a sword, or even a tome. 'What am I to do?' Robin thought, panic taking hold. 'I can't jump off, of course, but fighting a dragon without a weapon is just as suicidal!'
She couldn't stop herself from running towards the dragon and stopping it, somehow. Grima seemed to grin. She wanted to toy with her would-be killer before ending HER in turn. Plus, she didn't have to chase after her prey!
Robin realized that she was running out of options when she went tumbling down again as a result of another black fireball. There was no point in running, for where was there to go? She was as visible as a white stain on black clothing. No way to fight... or was there? Weren't there mages in Valm that did not require tomes? No... Not Valm, but Old Valencia, that was the name! Those that practiced magic hurt themselves a bit while casting magic, but they did not require tomes! That was how she was going to win against Grima!
She charged again, Grima commenting out loud about the foolishness of her actions (She paid no mind) while charging her classic Thoron, ignoring the bit of pain she experienced the longer she charged it. Grima herself was at first confused, thinking it was a trick, and simply charged another black fireball to great strength in order to cause maximum damage at minimum range, not realizing that she had forgotten about the Valencians until Robin became too close. Grima fired as soon as she realized, and Robin fired a split-second after, the Thoron piercing the magic fire and Grima, yet Robin took another black fireball directly, and as Grima fell from the sky onto the back of Grima, Robin was thrown by the force of the blast, and went flying off the side of the dragon...
(Elsewhere, in a palace known as Los Noches...)
Within an almost empty palace which is covered in white, was what looked like a council. Ten special arrancars, the Espada, sat, some arguing, some talking absently, others keeping quiet or complaining, and one sleeping.
A man with brown hair, and an air that seems to say, 'I know more than you could ever know' walked in, followed by a man with silver hair and a creepy grin, and another, who wore a visor signifying his status as a blind man. The man, known as Aizen, simply stated, "Let us begin." The words shone with kindness, yet, there was a sense of underlying superiority underneath.
(Back to a place near Karakura Town)
Leif charged the beast, intent to kill it before this comedian decides to charge it and die himself. The masked beast seemed to almost laugh at the man who charged it. It prepared to eat him in one bite, when the man reached into his coat and pulled out... a spear? The Hollow was, of course, confused.
'Why do people keep calling me 'boy'? Well, I suppose he called me a... Death God, as well, though I don't recall any of the Crusaders making pacts with any Death Gods... Is he referring to Lopto?' Leif ranted in thought. He jumped, held the weapon in a Javelin-like position, an pierced the beasts' neck, grabbing the weapon with both hands, pulling it out, flipping back, and thrusting directly into the beasts' face. He left the lance in their as the beast screamed, then reached into his bag, letting out a barrage of weapons, until the mask was pinned with weapons and arrows. (No spells/staves were used.) Leif jumped back, as the beast, screaming and cursing at ear-damaging yells, tore the weapons off his face, his mask having multiple visible deep cuts covering it. It charged at Leif, and he realized that he would not be able to dodge or cast a spell in time. He tried to get out of the way, but the oversized insect was almost on top of him, it's mouth super-extended, and his heart fell as he was to accept his final moments.
He waited.
And waited.
But neither pain nor death came to him. He opened his eyes, and there he saw the beast on the ground, Don Kanonji on top.
"YOU DID WELL, BOY, BUT YOU SHOULD HAVE LET ME DEFEAT THE SOUL BEAST!"
Leif stared in shock. "... You killed that thing?"
"BUT OF COURSE! IT SIMPLY TOOK A FINISHING STRIKE WITH MY SOUL CANE, AND MY SPIRIT CANON FINISHED THE REST! BOHAHAHAHA!"
Leif's respect grew for the man. He thanked Kanonji by name, and he was about to leave, when Kanonji stated, "WAIT, BOY! THERE'S SOMEONE I KNOW WHO CAN HELP YOUR POSITION!" Leif was surprised.
"N-no, that's fine, you've helped me enough..." Of course, he was still around, because he had to pick up the weapons that were scattered around.
"I INSIST! I'LL HELP LOST SOULS LIKE YOU ANYTIME! IT'S MY JOB AS A PROTECTOR! BOHAHAHAHA!"
"... Could you stop laughing so loud, maybe?"
[Don Kanonji joined the party!]
How did it go? I told you I'd update soon.