She smiled. "Sounds good, just so you know, I like it rough." Her flames began warping in on themselves and suddenly expanded from her body like a massive fireball.

The 11th flash-stepped to the other side of the Quincy, allowing his zanpakuto to flame beside him within inches of the Quincy's face.

"You like it rough, 'eh? You sound like my type, Arrancar, what was your name?"

The 11th then flash-stepped as far away from the Quincy as possible, only stopping once the arrancar was exactly between himself and Arjen. Fighting both at once didn't seem like a smart move, plus, fighting one at a time extends the pleasure of the fight.

Saying Aencieth was unsurprised at this point would have almost been true. If it wasn't for the 11th's transformation. It reminded him a bit of what those beings his Grandmother had mentioned, albeit vaguely. The Vizards.

"I suppose that's what got him removed from the Soul Society." Aencieth mused, both to himself and to the other Soul Reapers near him. "But that God damned Quincy is making me want to strangle him again. Regardless of the Taboo of Vizards, it seems a little idiotic to attack a team mate in mid combat."

He had taken down his barrier at by this point, and was behind Errisa's shield with Tokachi. He was confidant he could call up a shield of his own to protect them all if it came down to it.

"It's too bad I can't just seal the Quincy again, as much as I'd like to, I don't want to waste my shield on him this time."

"Although we all probably saw something like this coming," Ellesayla commented, almost idly. "It's too bad that they keep flash stepping and attacking at those speeds though, otherwise you could just keep blocking one of them."

"It's a pity, isn't it..." The blonde agreed.

'Your pitiful attempt at scaring me is almost laughable. Now that you've moved in front of me you might as well have been asking for me to kill you.' Arjen said, the heat getting closer. He charged up another shot, a stronger pierce shot meant to go through The 11th and the flames the arrancar set up. Without giving him a warning he let the shot fly.

Fuga of course immediately realized how nonstrategic it was to try and fire arrows around a bunch of charging allies. Especially when three of them weren't even really fighters to begin with. However, the incoming arrancar had his full attention anyway especially when she released her full spiritual pressure. Unfortunately for Fuga he had been carefully studying the patterns of spiritual particles around her and that release completely overwhelmed him. Barely able to think let alone hear anyone else he collapsed to his knees.

He recovered at about the time the arrancar started ejecting the fireball. Quickly he flash stepped to the others behind the shield. After all arrows aren't exactly good protection against fire. Best to let the fire user fight the fire user for now.

She keeps her Zanpaktou in front of Aencieth, her left arm drawing up to where her pointer and middle fingers extend up towards the sky. Aencieth could feel the spiritual pressure gathering up at her fingertips easily, and likely, so could both Quincys. “I may not be able to stop an Arrancar, but I swear by my blade if you attack another comrade for any reason again, I will bind you.”

Her sleeve is pulled up, and one eye flinches as she watches the pathways of energy streaming from the 11th and Arc's fight, and her own distance to Arjen. “Whatever happens to you beyond that point is up to Hueco Mundo itself. Likely, your body will eventually be buried beneath the sands, and you'll suffocate and die alone in obscurity, only to become a Hollow and be slain by our other Quincy friend here. I needn't tell you the implications of that, do I?”

The menos jumped up into the air. Landing of condensed spirit particles. Now she had a bird's eye view of the entire area. She pointed her palms downward. "Lets see how you handle area bombardment." From her palms countless fireballs rained down, covering the entire area. The intensity of the flames so hot, where each flame landed, the sand instantly liquified.

*Arthuros kept on dodging away, his movements were WAY faster in his bankai form, His wind-wings seemed to burst away, moving the air and changing the friccion in the air to allow him a quicker movement and giving him time to focus quietly his energy. Soon when he saw the opponent high n the ai, he stops, dead center under her attack, his right palm raised towards her*

Gotcha...

Kokyuu.... ZANTETSUKEN!

*Repeating his Swords mantra, arthuro's closed his palm with a suddent burst from his enraged voice. Controlling the massive amount fo air that his bankai allowed him to, he created a burst of vacuum within the fireballs that rained down, extracting the O2 from them, making the fires extinguish almost at the same time, making a clear view and target line from the floor over to the Arrancar*

Like i said.... an openning....

The 11th was above the arrancar nearly instantly, and dove, sword point downward, directly at her head, using gravity to give him a slight, nearly unnoticeable speed-boost.

"PREPARE...TO FACE...MY...HAMSTER!!"

Aencieth smiled. The 11th was about to end the Arrancar, but no reason to take chances. He struck out with his barrier, silently thanking Arthuros for stopping the fire balls and freeing up his shield for this. The Grace wrapped itself around the Arrancar, leaving her able to move her arms, but little else.

Even as the barrier closed, he felt her spiritual pressure pushing out on the shield, and a dull ache started in his head. He really didn't want to hold his long.

"I just hope the Quincy doesn't do anything stupid now..." He knew it was a futile hope, and prepared to open a small hole in the barrier for the arrows that would likely come. Despite the headache he knew would follow.