Following [Daisuke/Senta]

Senta had been watching. The tenth squad shinigami was supposedly watching over the city, but most of his attention had been lavished on Olive. She was beautiful, she had a strong sense of justice and righteousness. Senta also felt some level of spiritual awareness from her but was unsure if she could see him- it was far stronger than the average human though, and he figured that she would be able to see him if he was obvious. But he'd never been brave enough to step out before, so he'd continued his strange infatuated ghostly stalking for months, completely unfound.

It seemed like tonight, however, would be the night. He was actually doing his duty this evening, despite his usually idle attitude, and had come across a hollow that he didn't recognise. He was tailing it in order to get the drop on it- but it turned out that this must have been an adjuchas class menos, and so he went more wearily. He hid his reiatsu as he tailed above it, and watched it as it came across none other than Olive. Senta swore to himself, and just as it pounced, he dived, tearing after them at high speed.

He exited his step, and screamed "Fall from heaven and become dust!", his zanpakuto becoming a scimitar and shield, with a blazing red tassel coming from the end. He brought it down on the bodies that were now growing around Olive, trying to slice them off and get them away.  It was then that he realized the strength he felt- the strength that was far greater than that which he had first anticipated. This was no adjuchas class menos- as rare and dangerous as they were. This was a Vasto Lorde hollow, as strong as a captain-class shinigami. Senta was strong compared to many of his peers; he had obtained Shikai, and had the power of a shinigami nearly at Lieutenant-level. But Taichou was a world above, and he had a sinking feeling that they were both going to die.

"Don't worry!" he said, the brow of his simple face furled in uncharacteristic rage. "I've got you!" he said, hopefully as he liberated her fully and standing between her and the body of the monstrous hollow that had suddenly materialized, sword and shield raised above his head. If he could take this hollow out, he would gladly die for Olive, the first time he had ever truly felt a sense of duty in his life.

Theme: Naruto; Girei

The hollow tilted his head, a slow, low snarl resounding from the creature. Amusing. Very amusing. He didn't know whom this man was. But he was a shinigami. A death god clad in black robes, holding a sword and shield that contained his powers. A warrior that was send to cleanse hollows like him. But he was no ordinairy hollow. He was already evolved. To the top of this disgusting food chain. A warrior like his target. Raiden Saitou. The creature stepped forward, the enourmous flesh claw slamming into Senta's stomach and probably sending him flying due to the sheer strength behind the blow. But this warrior was not connected to his target. Uninteresting. A kill to savour, but later. Weak, disgusting and pitiful. That was what the man was. A miserable persona on a hopeless quest to save a damsel in distress. Foolish. Weak. Utterly disgusting. He had no time for knights in shining armour. Not now.

The creature's giant and lumbering appearance would make one think it being unagile and slow. Maybe so, but for people of Olive's or even Senta's level, he'd be too fast to follow with the bare eye. Within an instant, he was stood infront of the woman. The enourmous flesh claw gripping aroung her chest and throat, lifting her up in the air. Air gathered around his hand, the blade of writhing flesh forming in his hand.