Oi! Get Off Me Lawn! [Zephyr/Laskt]

Fate was a strange thing.

Even as the half-god carelessly needled the corrupted soul among the swirling soul, several black robed figured fought for their lives against the very same. They were neither heroes nor villains, nor did they possess the power to topple mountains or drain seas. They were but simple Shinigami, fighting and bleeding for the cause that was the purpose of their existence. Only a few of them possessed the ability to activate their Zanpaktou's powers, and even the ones that did could barely produce a few sparks or tongues of flame, not nearly enough to hold back the Hollow onslaught.

Laskt watched the pitched battle from the top of a hill, letting his feet swing idly in the breeze as he noted every aspect of his subordinates' technique. Captain Yoshitsune had been right when he said the Combat Division needed a good battle or two to shake out the cobwebs. Laskt hadn't wanted to believe it, but rank and file of the Fourth Division were painfully inexperienced when faced with a enemy even slightly above the norm. Sure, they might be good for freshly formed Hollows or even ones that had devoured a handful of souls. But when faced with the older kind, they had no recourse.

Sighing, Laskt got to his fleet, blurring into motion with his Zanpaktou in hand. One by one, the Hollows were dispatched with clinical efficiency, often not even having time to register the threat before the Vizard ran them through. When it was done, Laskt stood in front of his group, shaking his head in mild disapproval. "I see you still require more practice before you can be entrusted wiz a sector to patrol. Do not worry, it is not somezing you will be punished for, merely a fault to be.....gently corrected. I will talk wiz each of you individually once we return to Soul Society." He finished, flicking his Zanpaktou at the open air with a sharp flick of his wrist, opening the Senkaimon home.

The Vizard was about to follow his exhausted soldiers through the portal when a strong Reiatsu prickled at the edge of his Spiritual Senses. He turned sharply, "Return to ze barrack, I will handle zis."

Laskt burst from the trees a few feet away from the Hollow, his Zanpaktou forming a glittering line as he attempted to take the Hollow's head from its shoulders. The knight would turn to face the strange being,"Good evening Monsieur, my name is Laskt Matiche. May I ask why you are playing keep away with ze corrupted soul of a human?" The knight asked cautiously, not quite sheathing his blade.