The yell immediatly drew her attention upwards, at the last second she parried the attack with her arm. That mask of his boosted his speed more then she thought. In fact he was abit faster then she was. With this guy and a bankai weilding captain, her chances were starting to look slim. Luckily she had a quincy keeping a good chunk of their attention off her.

As she parried the blade she took her opposing hand and had it point blank to his mask. Out from her palm erupted a massive burst of flame.

"NO ONE IS GOING TO TAKE ANY MORE OF MY KILLS!" Arjen shouted readying another arrow. "Tag, bitch." He said letting a few shots fly the arrancar's way. Hopefully The 11th keeping her distracted would work to his advantage. In a sense he didn't care who he hit.

"I hate it when I'm completely right." Aencieth thought as he opened a hole in the shield. "This shouldn't be too---"

The Spiritual pressure of the Arrancar escaped in a torrent, forcing the hole wider and wider. Then, it ripped.

Aencieth gasped as he flinched back and his pupils dilated to small black dots. Spots of blackness and whiteness flashed at random in front of his eyes. The shield completely dissipated as he fell to his knees.

The Arrancar was free.

"It's over..."

*Arthuros thought as he quickly move both his hands together staring at the arrancar*

Kaze no Shobatsu.... (wind of punishment)

*He wispered with a calm suting voice as al the wings from his back dissapeared with a hufe concentration of reaitsu creating a impressive mass of ar around the Arrancar.

This techinic tried to trap the arancar insde a powerfull sphere of vacuum where it's falme would be useless, to rigth after that, create a sonicboom right above it's head, to sent her flying like a bullet to the floor*

The 11th sliced upward (relative to his face, which would make it a slice toward the northwest, if he wasn't turned hopelessly around) with as much force and speed as he could, hoping to sever the arm, while twisting his face to the left of her arm, although his momentum was probably too great to hit the arm. If the blow connected, Nishi would bite deeply into her chest.

As he attempted to counter her counter, she turned the momentum he was attempting to generate against him. Turning his body and knocking him into Arjen's attack. However Arthuros' attack was another story. She was hit with the blast and knocked down into the ground. The shockwave dispersed and when the smoke cleared, she stood. Damaged, but hardly finished. She happily licked the blood from her lip and smiled. "Mmmm that felt good." She uttered at them in a clearly lustful tone

Still moving too quickly to adequately respond, the 11th was hit by several of the Quincy's arrows as he rapidly descended past the arrancar. By the time he managed to stop his forward momentum from the combined effects of shunpo, gravity and the arrancar's push, he was almost on the ground again.

He felt a tingling sensation down his right shoulder blade all the way to his waist. It was then that he noticed it: his coat. His beautiful Doctor Who Special Extremely Limited Edition Doctor's Coat used by David Tennant in the last episode of Series 3 was ruined. Burned away, from what he assumed were the Quincy's arrows. Obviously, he should have realized that they don't burn and the arrancar does, but he was quite angry by this point, and the only attack that he saw hit him was the demented Quincy's.

The 11th shed the fire-scored remains of his coat, and a deep red burn mark covered most of the right-hand side of his back.

"Okay, now it's personal Quincy. Babe, I hope you'll wait for me, but right now, I've got some business to attend to."

The 11th shot at the Quincy as fast as possible and sliced at his bow arm, infuriated that someone would have the audacity to destroy his precious coat.

"I hate those two." Aencieth said breathlessly from his kneeling position on the sand. "And that trick with the shield was just so stupid it makes me sick." He turned his head toward the others, "sorry guys, I messed up."

"If I can...rest for a while, I'll be fine."

"Aencieth, remember, right now attempting to summon a Grace shield, or releasing a Blind knife with will be exteremly painful. But the Glow will still work well enough." Ellesayla said, her voice soft.

"If you can't fight...just get a little closer. It's...not the same as my shield, but...I can still protect us from the flames." Aencieth added.

As surreptitiously and quickly as possible Fuga flash stepped behind the arrancar and quickly sketched out the Quincy symbol. Unfortunately he had not used his Sel in awhile and so he didn't have any powered stored. So he simply opened the blade and drove it into the ground. It would take considerable time for it to draw in energy that way but it couldn't be helped.

That done he flash stepped directly above the arrancar and pulled out a silver vial. Shouting at the top of his lungs he took aim at her, "Feel the wrath of battle and accept this sacred chalice - Sacred Bite!" A rectangular beam of energy swept down at her. Not terribly powerful but hopefully mean looking enough to distract her.

She knew that her binding kido would likely fail at its true effect, however... Time was not being generous to them, and with those injured she had to at least give it a try. Fuma's distraction made things all the more pertinent.

The spiritual pressure expanded on her fingertips as she began sinking into her own mantra, the grip on her Zanpaktou lost temporarily. “Disintegrate...” Her arm is enflamed with crimson energy, “you blackened soul, look upon yourself with horror and then claw your own throat out!”

The spirit energy flat out disappears in a blink, a literal blur of kinetic force traveling from her to the Arancar. Upon striking, the blur fully manifests into its crimson roar as the energy comes to life, twisting upon her frame as it attempted to devour and consume her entire being; leaving behind numbness, and then paralysis where it manages to spread.