War Time Preparations[Open*, ND/NM]

The time for departure was fast approaching, and in light of any potential attack from...anyone, really, Theocelese felt it necessary to host a series of training days. The couple hundred Arrancar still inhabiting Las Noches as a loose semblance of a defense force attended. And why wouldn't they? These were the men and women who helped take back their home in the brief Civil War not too long ago. Blood was shed together, bread broken, and bottles opened. They were family. They were the people who, in a time of forced servitude, looked to liberate themselves. The only remaining Espada, and the strongest of them was looking to hone their collective force. Even then, and Theocelese having known this, and still not being partial to this mindset, knew that the mass of Adjuchas class Arrancar would always look to beings far more dangerous than themselves for guidance. For leadership. Many of these faces were already sectioned off by power types, areas of expertise and resilience and from that, squads formed and Captainship formed.



"Remember, our opponents outnumber us greatly but we have something they do not. They lack trust with another, and they do not fight as a single entity. They've nothing to gain in destroying us, but if they do not, they risk losing everything. The Soul Society lacks the conviction to truly bring the fight to the Wandenreich and in time, we will show them how a proper war is conducted. We've all trained hard the past few days, those of you who have taken up the shield are our Phalanx. You are our main body, and our main strength. You know how to combine your spiritual strength to dissolve energy based projectiles which would otherwise shatter your ranks. Your shields will stop all incoming arrows. They protect not only yourself, but your battle brothers and sisters both beside you, and from afar. We are the Armored Fist of Las Noches." He pointed his blade at another grouping of Arrancar. These were the fastest, the most nimble and agile. They would bring terror to the enemy with precise, coordinated attacks.



"For our flanks, our fighters who strike from the sides and the sky. You know to never engage first. Allow us at the front to stand and deliver, and when the Great Enemy has their sights fixed, remember that is your time to strike. Hit them from the blind spots and where they are weak, and we will collapse in on them. Find your points of egress back within us, and take back to the shadows to ready for the next time to reap. The Phalanx will rely upon you to cause chaos and mayhem." To this, he now looked towards the third grouping of Arrancar. Those particular types were ones Theocelese labeled as...Artillery and Bombardment. They were the most destructive of their forces. Their Releases, and favored talents of utilizing Cero and Bala allowed them to sit back at a great distance and provide an uncanny and unorthodox advantaged that, to Theo's confusion, no other army in the Eternal War utilized.



"And lastly, we have the Cero Division. Our experts in hammering our enemies from afar until there is nothing left to bury. You destroy their means of retreat, and decimate their forces as they advance towards us. Suppress the enemy, attack them relentlessly. Shatter their morale, and help win the battle before it truly begins."



These types of words were needed. All of these Arrancar knew how to fight independently, and loosely as a group. Their first forward clash with the Quincy went with mixed results, and while Theocelese was hard to keep within reach, they managed to stave the craven retches off. Now, before the next sortie could even begin, they needed to truly unify with one another. Each member of this fighting force needed to know their role, to understand the structures of leadership and discipline. They'd practiced against the empty sands, and today was no different. Craters littered the desolate wasteland of Hueco Mundo, and the air was thick with the hundreds of releases of their true powers.



"Break off into small teams, and fight with one another. Learn from each other. This is how the Wandenreich meet their end."



And so the Arrancar did as their General instructed them, breaking off into groups of varying numbers. Pairs, fives, and even small groups of twenty formed and headed out to give all others some proper distance and soon thereafter, the sounds of battle could be heard and the eternal night sky illuminated in a technicolored wonderment. Theocelese had not planned to join in the fray, but was content to move about the different battlefields to observe, to both praise and reprimand. He could not be soft on his brethren, not now. Perhaps if it was more of a singles setting, it could be more relaxed.



When the day's training had concluded, maybe he would seek out those still with the energy to fight for some further instructions.