The Pride of the Onmitsukido
"I have kept you waiting, Arrancar. I will now show you the true abilities of the Onmitsukido, which you have insulted. I will show you… a true assassination." Soifon paused, as she looked coolly at her opponent. "No, I take back my words. You may not actually see it."
Omaeda looked down at the body of Nirgge Paduoc, pleased as punch. Wait till taichou sees how I have not only obeyed her but improved on her instruction and defeated my enemy! You are brilliant, Omaeda. You are worthy of the Onmitsukido. He looked up and scanned the sky for his Commander, eager to take her up on her word and join her now that he was victorious.
He saw her in a stand-off with Ggio Vega. Ggio was crouched defensively, his body coiled into a tight spring like a tiger primed for the attack. His Captain was speaking, but he could barely make out her words. Whatever she was saying must have provoked the Arrancar badly, because he began to roar in rage. A rose-coloured aura surrounded him as he unleashed his Resurrecion form. Omaeda gasped as the white-clad Arrancar transformed into a monstrously large and muscular creature covered in sable-coloured fur, much like a tiger. He gulped and looked at Soifon. Taichou wanted to see the Resurrecion form… how… how will she cope against such power…
Omaeda blinked. And it was over.
He barely saw her move – one moment, she was in front of Ggio Vega; the next, she was behind him. Two arcs of blood spurted out from two small punctures: one on his back and one on his front.
The Arrancar stood still, stunned, unsure of what had happened. It stared at its wounds. Omaeda saw the homonka forming, and he knew the Arrancar would be done for in the next hit. Yet, Soifon did not move, and indeed, did not face Ggio. Come on taichou! One more hit!
To Omaeda's surprise, Ggio Vega dissipated in a shower of spirit particles.
To his even greater surprise, his Captain deigned to give him an explanation of what had happened with Suzumebachi when he went up to her.
A powerful reiatsu was aroused in the distance, and Soifon and Omaeda turned to look at its source. Bereft of Fraccion to wait on him, the Espada on the throne had finally stood up. Soifon smiled grimly, knowing that the real right was just about to begin.
"Don't give away my secrets, Omaeda. And keep making sure you do not slow me down." She continued to address him in that even and detached way, and barely looked at him.
Omaeda was about to protest, as he was wont to on reflex, when it suddenly struck him that his Captain had finally accepted his role in fighting by her side. He grunted in affirmation, determined not to disgrace her.