Downtown Karakura

After the meeting, his brief meltdown, and the lecture from one of his Fraccion's, Allister thought it might be in his best interest to go to Karakura town and have a little feast on some unwanted souls. He really didn't like eating the helpless spirits of retarded people but when he was in one of his "moods" he would do just about anything.
Entering the top of a tall building in Karakura he would look down upon the town. His face plainer than that of paper. His eyes sneered at the people resting below the bottom on the ground. He looked around as the sky was like the blue honey of the Mediterranean. He had a vision once, that the sky was raining with ashes and the dusty clouds fell upon the town like a scene from the holocaust. His eyes began to set at bay as he cherished the time he could take in the grotesque beauty of Karakura.

Uriah Kitsune would in moments later appear from a garganta behind Allister but not close to be touchable, standing on the same building he looked around with his golden fox like irises. Uriah stayed where he stood to only then have his hands fall dangly to his sides, the expression on his face could no be determined due to the hollow ninja like mask that covered his lover half of his face. the gentle breeze of downtown Karakura blew through carrying along his silver/white hair.

He turned his eyes to his espada but he did not speak for he knew his presence was already known, Uriah then moved to the edge of the roof top to peer down at the innocent humans of karakura. "you've came to eat them?.." he asked with a bit of curiosity not to out step his bounds as his fraccion. Uriah gripped the scarf around his neck and tugged a bit from its tight grip on his neck, showing at his waist line his hallow hole lys where his belly button should be his attire was the basic arrancar clothing minus the area that covers his gut area.

When allister had notice his fraccion tailing along a smile crept on his face. It was his favorite fraccion. not like all of his fraccions are his favorite but Uriah was his favorite just by a little more. He was about to walk back when he noticed his fraccion walking forward. He looked at him for a brief moment then paid note to his question. "Yes I am going to eat them...but only the ones with the souls of the tainted. It is only fair to leave the pure hearts alone," He looked down at the ants before him. His eyes were fixed on one of them as his finger twitched and he flicked it up ripping the soul out of the tainted human.

The wisp of the soul traveled the length of the building at a fast pace and then slowed as it got closer and closer to Allister's mouth. Once the soul begin to creep inside his mouth it was instantly slurped like a noodle. Allister's eyes glimmered by the taste of the tainted.

Kitz so his nickname is would watch the soul travel up the building towards his espada's mouth, he would then leap onto the balcony of the building to only come down crisscross on its edge watching the lifeless body hit the floor he would turn his gaze to the other humans that appeared like ants to their height. Kitz then looked to his master as he wasnt like most segundas that only fought just to fight and kill just to kill..he was a noble one out of the 10 seats.

Kitz stood wondering what his orders were and why they arrived here, but seeing as his master came to feast he kept such a dumb question to himself, leaping off the edge towards his espada he stood at his side 5ft 12in tall looking as if he was but 16 years old but truly was much older as he died long ago before this town even existed. "i see..thats really noble sir.."

As the soul fully digested into allister's belly he flavoring was sensational. He looked at uriah, or kitz, with a smile creeping across his face yet again. He listened to the words of uriah as he called allister noble. "In this world there has to be atleast one sane person in order for the world to be at peace with itself...if there wasn't then I don't know if you and I would be here feasting now would we?" He did the samething to a nother soul as it fell and toppled over. The people began to scatter and scream. "And sometimes when we all least expect something to happen that's when our faith, trust, and courage are put to the test. Unfortunately for most of the espada...all they seek is death and bloody murder..."

taking in the words of his master he would respond in a nod of his head before closing his eyes as he hears the screams and most likely the scatter of the humans below them, using his reiatsu he moves upwards in the air and sits crisscross floating eye level to his espada, his zanpakuto was going left to right on his backside of his waist, Kitz resembled the appearance of a ninja. he was floating next to his espada when he caught a glimpse of the smile creep on his face, Kitz cheeks glew quite red from the smile, yet it probably went unseen for the hollow mask that covered his lower face like a ninja mask.

Allister watched his his fraccion began to hover toward him. He always thought he had his fraccions best interest at heart even if the fraccion had to respect on obey those of higher and upper classes. That is really not what allister wanted though. His thoughts, beliefs, even his intentions were different from the espada core. He just had a different mind set and he wasn't corrupted by hatred, fear, grudges. He just wasn't like all the rest. "Care to feast with me Uriah," He said smiling a bit as he placed a hand on his fraccions shoulder still looking at the scattering people beneathe them.

Kitz didnt quite know how to take a soul or if it would go through his mask he looked back at his espada with his fox like golden irises before giving a light not of his head. " how does one detach the soul from the body.." he was new to this all still but not new to his duty as a fraccion, thats all hes been at for the time being was the protection and obedience of his espada. "it seems like a nice ability to learn." stopping his float his feet comes to settle on the roof top below him while he adjusted his scarf around his neck he watched as the sun became set and the moon creeped its way in the place of the sun.

Allister looked at his fraccion for a moment trying to think of how he should explain 'de-taching a soul from a human'. It wasn't exactly something that came natural to some like it did Allister, but teaching someone to use it would definitely be a new experience to say the least. "Well," he bgan "First and foremost I would like to say that you must use your reaitsu to pinpoint pure and tainted spiritual energy. Try forming your reiatsu into a that of a fishing pole with the hook on the end of the string," he began to demonstarte slowly, "tainted souls are easy to find because they sting a bit," he then lowered his finger so that I was facing the ground, he then reeled it up ripping the soul clean from a human. The soul yet again wisped its way into allisters mouth like a serpent. "Now you try," he said.

Taiyo exited the Garganta and looked at his Fraccion "Soul searching I see." he said stepping down next to his espada looking at him and crossing his arms he looked at the other Fraccion and then back at the Espada his white and yellow hair shimmering in the sun light and his yellow eyes standing out more so then usual his eyes scanned the area "We can eat anyone we like right?" he asked unsure as to how he should go about eating these souls, he wanted to feast but he didn't want his espada aggitated with him if ate too much or if he ate the wrong people, he looked around at the people before looking back at Allister a spark of interest reflecting in his eyes.

Although he entered the same garganta as Allister, Wenceslas did not emerge with Allister because he chose a different route. Wenceslas continued moving in the odd spacial array, opening the garganta on the street level of downtown Karakura. Wenceslas stepped out of the Garganta firmly. He moved with firm, slow steps, embracing the concrete grounds. Though Wenceslas was interested in the human world and always loved to bask in it when he came, he continued to walk forward. His eyes were fixed forward as he walked down the middle of the road, heading toward where Allister and the other arrancar were. The tall, glass buildings around them had several people looking down and out of the windows, watching the crazed masses run in odd directions. Wenceslas grew a light grin and continued walking with his arms crossed. Though he wore his bright, golden overcoat, no humans seemed to be able to see him, much less hear him speaking. "So they started the party without me," he commented in a nonchalant way despite him being fully aware that this "party" was the death of several humans. Even though he appeared deeper into the city, some blocks away from Allister, he could make out the two arrancar above the building, and how they were conversing and not really indulging in the souls surrounding the area. "Well then, I'll bring out the main course!" he exclaimed raising his arms in their respective diagonals. His voice carried somewhat because of how packed with people, cars, and buildings the area was.

After his loud declaration, the humans seemed to pause and look around. So they can hear me. Never noticed. Wenceslas decided to take advantage of the humans' current state. His feet got onto their toes and Wenceslas lifted off the ground about 30 feet. He was now near the level of the street lights which gave off their light onto the horde of people trying to get around the area that evening. The nearby amusement park had its lights flashing as well, giving a light feeling to the horrid acts happening. Despair and confusion was still among most humans' faces, despite whether they were trying to push out of the crowd or looking for the source of the loud exclamation. Wenceslas garments now fluttered in the wind; even his sword dances to the rhythm of the ominous wind. The golden overcoat, now directly in the light of the streetlights glowed. The shadow cast by the streetlights onto Wenceslas face made it so his expression was barely visible, but the light reflecting from his teeth and the ominous glow form his wine red eyes produced made it very evident he was looking as daunting as ever.

Finally, Wenceslas lower his upheld arms to point his index and middle finger from both hands at the humans below him. Without warning, sound, or anything, Wenceslas fingertips grew crimson dots - sphere's with diameters about 2 inches long -, and, in basically the same time frame they were made, the balls blasted down at the unsuspecting humans with great speed, moving so quickly an echoing sound trailed their movement by half of a second. The red orbs were replaced as quickly as they were shot, making the humans fall left to right, but no blood was released into the air. Though the red orbs moved quickly and Wenceslas hands seemed to move randomly, he was actually aiming the balas at the human's soul chains, not necessarily destroying the bodies but severing the connection between the soul chains and the human bodies. This caused, within seconds, hundreds of souls to rise from their human bodies, wondering what was going on but quickly attempting to run once they saw Wenceslas.

Amid the chaos, Wenceslas voice emerged again, shouting in a most malevolent voice, "The main course has arrived!"

Kitz would nod and close his eyes, the moment his eyes come to a close he would hold out his right hand as if he was about to reach down and grasp something. While his eyes were closed he focused on tainted souls allowing his reiatsu to go into search of one until he feels a slight sting in himself. Kitz would then at the moment of the feeling let his eyes flutter open in a striking motion pulling back he catches a glimpes of a soul flow up the side of the building and towards his palm.

Kitz gripped the soul with a light touch watching the orb drift in his hand he would tilt his head admiring the soul from a close distance watching within the core of the soul appeared black and thats when he knew it was tainted. bringing the soul to the mask over his mouth he would watch it go through the hollow mask to his lips swollowing the soul as if it was but a string of noodles.

Allister noticed two new reiatsu's. They were familiar to him because he is around them nearly 24/7. They were his fraccion and now the group was complete. He looked off into the distance where he sensed Wenceslas' reiatsu. "So thats where you scurried off to," he then turned his head to Taiyo who seemed to want to join them. "Yes, we are feasting on the tainted souls today, feel free to take as many as you like," He said as he looked at Uriah who managed to grasp his first soul."Good job, now try another one, matter affect try pulling two" A smile crept upon his again.

he gave a light nod of his head before turning back towards the humans below, while he does he leaped onto the edge of the rooftop to only raise his hands once more, this time both hands were in the air in front of him. Kitz would then close his eyes to look for the souls of the tainted humans. he didnt feel anything for awhile only pure souls[even pure souls hold a deeper taint..] he says softly to himself in his mind. thinking deeply he used his reiatsu to locate deeper.

Kitz quickly caught grasp of them in the very moment he did his eyes would open causing his slit pupils to open slightly and slit back pulling his hands back he grasp to souls that soon spiral up to the wall of the building, the two body fall to the ground causing the other humans to go into complete confusion. Kitz brought the souls upwards to his palms, thinking for a moment he would try to combine the souls into one. "hmmm.." the two souls would seem to clash at one another so he stopped and consumed one after the other.

Allister looked at Uriah, fiddling with the souls. "You learn fast," he said as he watched the humans freak out. As far as they know several of them had just collasped, maybe had a heart attack, maybe a stroke, passed out from exhaustion. No one, well No regular human would ever know, because well can they really see Allister and his Fraccion? If they can then thats impressive. Allister clenched his fist as nearly over fifteen people were instantly stopped in there place. They looked like they were suffering. "Pretty soon," Allister said coldly as he clenched his fist hard ripping the life out of the fifteen people. The souls flailing about flying toward allister as they began to fly around him in a circle, "You'll be able to harnest more and more," His voice for a brief second grew dark.

Wenceslas remains above the mass of bodies, effortlessly shooting of each of their soul chains. His fingers are firm, moving as if they have some exact path to follow. The sleeves to his golden overcoat do shake at every shot of the miniature balas. Every soul which was ejected from their body looked immediately at the source of the massacre, and desperately attempted to scatter from the area, forcing Wenceslas to avoid them in order to keep the souls intact. Of course, though he was exceedingly prideful, he noticed when the job of avoiding souls and shooting bodies was getting difficult, so he ceased his shooting. So many bodies lay stacked, one atop the other, the scene was horrid. Ambulances could be heard afar. There were shrieks from the nearby amusement park and even some lights were ceasing to work. Those who once glared from the windows of the buildings had evidently been smart enough to run out the opposite end. Wenceslas looked around, his dark face of morbid pleasure turned to a look of haughty disgust. His lips were sealed and straight while his eyes surveyed the area with their eyelids half open, giving a very condescending look at all around him. Fiends. He leaped off the air onto a nearby light post to his left and landed with both feet in a T-stance, left before right. His hands moved to cross each other, right above left, and his chin leaned back as he watched the souls attempt to understand their situation.

While standing on the light, he heard a little girl scream from the park at his left. He turned his head in a jerk, instinctively trying to see what danger she was in. His eyes grew wide, trying to see the girl's situation. It turned out she was pointing at him, afraid, while her mother tried to pull her away. Once Wenceslas noticed she was looking and pointing at him, his face went to what may have been compassion to rage as he shouted, "How DARE you!?" Immediately his right hand jumped out of his left's grasp and formed a sphere, a deep red, wine colored, sphere which existed in a larger size than the former balas. In a second or two after, Wenceslas unleashed the cero onto the amusement park, leveling most of the things in the front of it, though, once the smoke removed, it was revealed he did not hit the girl: only the area before her. They are truly disgusting creatures.

He looked off to the right, where the other arrancar were. By their reiatsus, it may have been the other fraccion. Wenceslas cut his eyes at them, and then gave off a deep sigh. He raised his right hand and chin, holding his hand out as if holding a glass. His fire-like golden hair actually swayed somewhat in the wind which moved his garments. With a high and mighty voice matching his arrogant expression, Wenceslas declared, loud enough for the other arrancar to hear, "All may participate of the souls I have collected! Do not ignore a king's offer." With that, about thirty souls evaporated into a blue swirl which formed a liquid inside a wine glass, though there was no wine glass. As Wenceslas moved his right hand to his mouth, the souls which fell victim to Wenceslas gonzui shook as if they were a liquid. "To Allister!" And after that shout, Wenceslas drank from his invisible glass a small portion of the souls he had removed from the countless bodies.

Uriah Kitsune

Hearing his master he would give a light nod of his head, before taking off he would look to his other fraccion and leap off the building in pursuit of his Espada. Kitz would flash step moving alot faster then his espada, he held a bit of confusion as to why and where we were heading., the wind whipping through his hair causing the silver white bangs to fall and move frantically through his irises.

Kitz stopped for a moment loosing sight of his espada, he adverted his gaze upaward to the moon's glow taking in a deep breath before letting his face bath in the rays of the moon before exhaling his breath seeping from behind his ninja like hollow mask before taking off yet again after his espada his body moving at a normal pace on the air, his flash step was slight shakey at the moment from feeding on the souls, his body has yet to get use to it.his espada

Once his body adjust he leaps high into the air his body moving swiftly through the night, before coming down he would then flash step towards where he senses his espada. As he grew closer and closer he comes to see the shinigami presented himself to.

Wenceslas enjoyed the souls he drank. They were refreshing, entering into his very body and strengthening his soul. The technique Aizen used to make Wenceslas inverted his humility into pride, so every time he ate a soul, the process deepened. Ergo, every time he added a soul to himself, he innately felt more important, more powerful, but, most of all, he felt as if he was at the top. Despite emptying this glass he seemed to be holding, he remained with his head tilted backward, his hair fixed now since the breeze had died down. His eyes remained closed. His mouth had a wide smile without only a small opening for his mouth. He had such a look of satisfaction on his face he was basically drunk with himself. Sure, he said all could partake, but, right now, the ecstasy he was feeling due to the souls was far too high for him to give it up. As the debris landed and the smoke cleared, Wenceslas slowly tilted his head forward to look down at his next batch of souls. This time I need m- Interrupted. First, by a fellow arrancar. Wenceslas flinched and shock, his arms launching to his sides and his face in shock. Luckily, before he could think about it, both the arrancar and his Espada passed him and moved into an alley. Knowing there may be some action there, he decided he would watch. Wenceslas turned to his left, his whole body moving, allowing his clothing to spin before he moved, not for any important reason; he simply knew he gave off a powerful aura by moving majestically. "Why hurry. The world must wait for me. It has not choice." The haughty thought escaped his mouth in an audible tone. His head was still slightly leaned back, his eyes slightly open and a horrid smile on his face.

Wenceslas was not ignorant. He knew full well the passing of some arrancar skipping over several souls was a harbinger. Yet he looked at the next few lights, noting the third light from him towered in line with the alley the arrancar dove into, Wenceslas decides to move toward it. He raises his right hand containing the invisible wine cup and spins his wrist some, while his elbow remains fixed. As he moved his wrist, gonzui seemed to be occurring again, since the souls chained to the bodies shook rampantly until they blurred into a blue orb which moved toward Wenceslas. The cup he had seemed to overflow as the souls swirled into this invisible cup. Wenceslas moved the cup to his mouth and licked the rim, before sticking the rim onto his lips and taking two long gulps evident because of how his throat moved. After this, Wenceslas gracefully pushed off his right foot to make a quick leap toward the neighboring light post to his left. Without hesitation, he took off of this light post with his left foot, and repeated the process to land onto the third post. He almost slurped most of the souls in the cup, his face almost gleaming from the ominous happiness he reflected. For such useless beings, they sure can taste good. Wenceslas moved his neck to look at what the arrancar were so fussy about. He saw his espada, the other fraccion, and...a shinigami holding the girl he fired the cero at.

Wenceslas was drunk on himself. He felt he was the ultimate being currently. Yet he had been mocked by a shinigami with no signs of even being a Lieutenant. Wenceslas shattered the invisible cup, making it materialize as a wine red cup, probably made of his own reiryoku. Wenceslas face lost all signs of his lush color and grew a pale face. His right hand and eyebrows twitched with rage. Without a second thought, Wenceslas flung himself off to the left, his right hand basically crashing into his golden hilt. His hand desperately seemed to be fumbling to grab the hilt, his fingers jumping around the hilt until finally holding it. His right foot propelled Wenceslas off at 110 degrees. He spiraled in the air to now have his face looking forward. His right hand gripped the katana's hilt and ejected it. Wenceslas easily avoided the other arrancar to basically rush into the shinigami. He removed the katana whose hilt was evidently in his hands, but some breeze was all that was around the upper area of the katana. Nothing more. As the katana swung out in an arc right below Wenceslas enraged, wide eyed and horrifying face, Wenceslas spun his body in the same path as well. The concealed katana did not even make a sound, only his hilt was visible moving aside from some random red breeze. If the shinigami did not react, the hilt reflected a swing which would have sliced the shinigami's head off cleanly. Wenceslas momentum made him shoot past them anyways, whether hit or blocked, but the angular momentum he created while spinning made him land some 4 meters behind the shinigami, sliding so hard on the ground the concrete had to cave some and break off leaving a trail. To keep his balance while sliding, Wenceslas shoved his left hand, bare, into the concrete, allowing him to slow down his movements. While sliding, his index finger formed a red glow, which, once he stopped move, swirled into a ball. Wenceslas face looked toward where the shinigami was, his face completely misshaped by his anger as he almost barked, "Mongrel, you won't ever be interfering with the matters of a king such as me!"

"..idiot.." is all he could speak softly to himself watching the other faccion go off without oders. Kitz then would nod in agreement before taking a step back from the fight, even though his espada asked that he remain where he stood he figured staying there would prove a problem if caught up in the fraccion's battle with the shinigami. he then slid his hands within his pockets of his pants before just watching for a slight moment. Kitz then decided to advert his gaze towards the skies his mind wondering to the peaceful sea csky rather then the destruction before him. "..master Allister..i dont mean to question you but what should we do of the other fraccion?"

((Basically just ignore any of this x.x))

Concealing her spiritual pressure near perfectly, Himoti set forth on her mission to gather information for her captain, keeping at her quick sprinting pace. Her usual happy, youth manner was gone, replaced with a more serious one. Her smile was just a hint of the slight upturn of her lips but it faded by the minute as she dashed silently through the streets, following the pressures she felt from other fights that she picked up on. Those involved were powerful. that much she could tell already without having come upon any of the from her distance. She had no interest in getting close. She just needed to see them and take note of numbers, perhaps try to tell who was on the winning end of each battle at the time and reprt just who needed assistance.

Keeping to the shadows, Hitomi slowed. Looking around the corner of a building she noticed one of the fights she had sensed before. She narrowed her eyes, taking a moment to tell apart the shinigami and the arrancar. One was much more powerful than the others and she easily assumed him to be an espada while the others his fraccion. She nearly cursed but held her tongue to not make a sound. she hadn't expected many of high power to be there but she had obviously been proven wrong. Though now that it came to her attention only high ranking arrancar would keep everyone out for so long.

She girt her teeth and hesitated for a moment to move on or not. she could sense another strong fight else where, even more overpwoering than this one. Her time was running low but she wasn't all too sure she wanted to get too close to those involved. Even here she was at risk and heading toward a more dangerous fight was not in her best interest. So instead she decided to watch some of this fight, not moving from her place backed up against a building, just so she could barely peek out. She remained for only a moment, focusing on the other fight as well. She recognized one as the near famed Kurosaki though this shinigami she didn't recognize. Even still she knew enough to go back to her captain and hopefully light up his day with what she had found out about how he could assist.The only trace of her ever being there was the flash of an opening of a senkaimon which she quickly ran into before it was too late to leave if one detected her.

Wenceslas was stationary, but his mind was racing. His eyes opened as if prepared to eat his opponent. Though his body ceased its sliding motion, his hair still danced back and forwards some. His left hand seemed desperate to release the floor and fight. His overcoat hung on his body, its bright yellow definitely acting as the bright colors on a snake, indicating Wenceslas had something deadly packed inside him. His reiatsu greatly increased in a matter of some seconds, then, as she spoke, his reiatsu stabilized. He felt the force pass way over his head. Condescending instinct told him to mock her and strike her down immediately, but instinct was losing the battle in Wenceslas mind to reason. What was that for... Knowing curiosity generally kills the cat, he decided to act more like a bat. With his eyes fixed on his opponent, he allowed his pesqusia to activate and analyze what was happening about him. Since the object which the kido shot at was going to host the reiryoku, pesquisa could identify what this mystery object was and what it would do to him.

The pesquisa showed him the rough image of the light post shattering. Wenceslas held his crouched position, but changed in demeanor: his eyes were not as sharp, his face not as wrinkled; his mouth only slightly smirked, almost grudgingly. As the light post fell toward him, he just kept his eyes fixed on Alice, watching her approach him seconds after all the glass fell on him. It fell on parts of his face, some oddly bouncing off his hair and not staying in it, and the rest just falling near his overcoat then bouncing off as well. Though some parts of the glass clearly should have cut his face, they simply rolled down, only eliciting maybe a blink or two. "It's called Hierro" he said in a matter-of-fact way, giving a small chuckle after the statement. During his sentence, though, Alice charged.

Her dash was somewhat predicted. The swirl of red around his left hand, which was still in the floor, compressed itself and split into five small wine red spheres that continued which were not stationary around his fingers. Her sweep came very near his left hand, so Wenceslas shifted his weight backward to avoid allowing his hand to get kicked. He now stood in a crouched position, his left arm in an L- shape with the five balas hovering around his hand. His right arm moved into a similar position, holding the invisible blade with its visible golden hilt - an oversight on Wenceslas part - showing he held the blade at about a 55 degree angle from his hand. His back arched forward, adding to the calm, yet somewhat excited facial expression Wenceslas wore. His left leg remained bent with his right, hind leg bending slightly as well, having only the toes touching the coarse black cement in their alley. Her leap toward him with such a bold move, he wanted to make sure to crush her moral.

Under normal circumstances, Alice's attack would not be reckless, but, conversely, a great way to make the enemy react in a rash manner, especially since, in this situation, Alice was evidently quicker than Wenceslas (this was reflected by how she was able to send a second attack almost immediately after Wenceslas backed away). The problem in this situation lay in Wenceslas right hand. As she valiantly charged at Wenceslas from the air, he stood up pretty straight and relaxed. His face looked toward the wall to his left, tilted slightly toward the falling foe. Before he presented his attack, Wenceslas clenched the hilt of his katana and noticed there was no reiryoku on it, so he extended the special effect of his reiatsu onto the hilt, making it wrap up in red air-like reiatsu then finally disappear. Since his mind cleared out, and grew focused, the once visible red wind around the general area of the katana disappeared, the reiatsu making the katana completely invisible.

Wenceslas immediately snapped into a position where he was in line with the descending Alice. He held his right hand horizontally before him below his chin level. He placed his left hand behind it, perpendicular to his right hand, and held it flat vertically some distance from his right hand. His left hand was positioned directly behind his right hand, but Wenceslas kept it prepared to support the blade so, if it were to hit, it would have the force necessary to stab right through her. If the blade penetrated, his right hand could hold the hilt and eject it and the blade immediately. His blade lay on his right hand, evidently, but at what angle? Where? Did it aim at her chest? Would it even reach her? These facts were completely hidden with the invisible blade. The balas floated at the back of his left hand, as to not give away the position of the blade. Any sudden manuever from Alice to get around the blade or to attempt to hit it from the sides would be quickly retorted by Wenceslas good zanjutsu. He would quickly grip the blade and deflect the slash and quickly prepare his left hand and a bala to shoot it, though he would not shoot immediately.