The 11th stopped in his tracks. The mask dissolved. The flames of Nishi went out and she returned to her katana form.

"This isn't worth it anymore. Someone else took the fight out of her. Oh well."

He made his way back toward the group flash-stepping.

As he reached the bleeding Quincy, he spit on the ground. He had accidentally licked the back of the mask, and it tasted vaguely of fine china.

"You know, you shouldn't have attacked me." he said softly, kneeling by the Quincy's face. "I don't care if the second time was an accident, you shot at me on purpose, and I could not allow a threat like that in a fight. Now you're going to have to rely on the goodwill of the group which you've alienated with threats and aggression toward them. Know that if they heal you, I won't stop them or take any action further against you, until provoked again. But if you provoke me, the next time I will finish you completely." that last whispered in the Quincy's ear.

He stood up, and grinned down at the Quincy's prone form.

Errisa slowly stood up -- still far too tired from her previous fight -- and ripped the massive kite shield out of the sand effortlessly, a stark contrast to her now dragging form.

She had made her way over to the Quincy and stared him down intently.

"Tokachi, bring him back to consciousness, but just barely."

Fuga was spent. He had poured a lot of his own energy into the sel to make that last attack strong enough and still it hadn't been enough. To bad he'd probably not get to use it again. Their query had seemingly escaped and he didn't have the energy to follow. She'd certainly report what had happened and even if she didn't know how it happened any further attackers would be more on their guard.

He know noticed that a small group had formed around something on the ground. Fuga hadn't noticed the fight above and so curious he hobbled over after retrieving his sel. He was quite shocked to see who they were all huddled around.

*Arthuros stood calmly, looking around that group and that fight, Standing completly unharmed so far, his Bankai dissolved as his sword came back into form. With soem deep breathing he looked around, speaking firmly but in a calm tone, like he didnt care who would listen or not up to that point*

It's useless... Only the second battle and most of you are near incapacitated or killing each other...

*pulling his hood back up, covering his face, he clipped the sheated sword back in his waist, as he seemed to talk to himself*

...Maybe that's the problem... i mean look around.... nobody in this place will give a shit about Shinigami Ranks, Quincy pride or even Human honor... they only want ours heads in a silver plate.. and if we kill each other in the process... well... the better... for them.

*He turned around, looking to the others near him, with a more tamed look in his face than before*

You know... for each one of us who dies here for stupid reasons, 1 million humans beings with no powers to defend themselves or the ones they love will die too... maybe honor and pride are just too much of a stupid price to pay for that...

*he turned around, walking on the direction the Arrancar had tried to run away before, going alone*

Dont worry... if you all kill each other here, i'll promise to try and protect your share of innocents too...

*he started walking away, taking the front, just heading up towards the tower ahead*

"Oh, wonderous, criticism from the man who couldn't even win his fight. By the way, you take too many pauses in your speech."

They could see bala after cero fired at the tower as she attacked it in rage. That is, untill another arrancar stepped out, seemingly from the solid walls of the tower. She quickly looked at him "Ferrous! Why can't I get back in?"
"Your zanpaktou is shattered and your arm is gone. Even if you were healed you are hardly worthy of being called an arrancar."
"You... you knew this would happen!"
"Of course, why do you think I suggested you go."

Just as she was about to attack, in an instant, a massive wound in her side formed. Blood sprayed out as she collapsed. "Atleast have the decency to accept defeat and die woman."

*right after the Gruesome scene, Arthuros, with Shunpo, appeared in mid-air a few meters away from the new arrancar that showed up. With a somewhat of a stone-cold look in his face*

So... you finished her off before me. Wish i could thank you, but right now, i would like to know your name...

The flashes of colour had finally subsided, and there was only a dull ache in his head when Aencieth finally stood. Moving toward the fallen Quincy, he spoke, "Well that was a surprise. I never expected that guy to be the high and mighty type."

He would have expanded more on that too, if it wasn't for the sudden spike in spirit energy coming from the direction the woman had run off. It felt the same as their last two opponents, "Huh, looks like we have a new Arrancar to visit." Glancing toward Tokachi he continued, "We'd better clear this Quincy thing up soon."

"Otherwise Arthuros might be in bad shape by the time we get there and despite that last speech of his, it wouldn't help us to lose him." He reached the Quincy as he finished, with a smile that might have been ironic, if it wasn't for the strange saddness in his eyes. A feeling Aencieth could have sworn was coming from Ellesayla.

She does as requested, although there are alterations. Apparently he was just crumpled up in pain; which was understandable. She remained neutral at the idea, trying to find the quest way for him to communicate while still not suffering. Snapping her fingers spirit energy surged at her palm in a fine green mist, and she unceremoniously tapped his shoulder; it spread and began numbing his pain like a sedative, although unlike a sedative his mind remained unclouded.

"Arjen, can you hear me? If so, then understand this -- I am sparing your life. Regardless of the fact that you have repeatedly tried to kill me and others, I am sparing you. It's not because you're weak and I pity you, nor because I want a moral highground to lord over you. It is because you need allies and so do we. We have every chance, at this current moment, to end you permanently," her massive shield's tip drove into the ground beside his limp body, the impact sending dust flying all around, "the same way a quincy arrow would. This is your final chance. I am not here to be your friend or your life long compatriot. We are temporarily allies, and unless both of our attitudes change, we will be enemies after this mission is finished. If this isn't acceptable for you, then I will have no problem killing you."

She lifted her shield from the ground, dispersing the shikai with a grasp of her hand -- it seemed her endurance was returning, "Understood?"