A Prelude to Armageddon (Open, No Death)

"Oh that is quite a ripe smell I must say little girl." Fensake said as he emerged from within his armored hand cocoon. He was not particularly a fan of the smell but then he was likewise no fan of taking even a life or death struggle seriously. He noted large chinks and cracks gouged into the gauntlets from her crazed assault in her desperate hour. Could smell the sweetened acridness of flesh seared to a reddened mass of cooked meat. He could tell even without needing to give her more then a cursory glance that she was not on her last leg, but literally not on her legs at all. She was an old car held together by spit and bandages. She was so out of it that, though coherent, her words were spat out more by instinct then intent. As if she was trying to coach herself with them to arise back to action one more time. So broken was she that he actually started to reach out to catch her as she stumbled forward towards him.

"Oh, I don't know about that, whoever this Kurosaki is sounds kinda like a disappointment if he isn't here to stop his arch rival. At least I am sure he's a good guy since he's a rival to a sociopath like you. Evil, good, neutral, it's all the same thing really to me when it comes to a fight. I'll do what I think needs doing and stop what I don't like to see." He said, not looking openly but tracking with his senses the women on the sidelines who he was still all but certain that he could blame this entire debacle on. A loose cannon on a war path who had dragged a war right into a civilian hotspot. This girl was dangerous and whoever she worked for could not add up to be much better. "One of us should have." He said dryly, not hiding his current suspicions of her fault in all this. Wasn't his nature really to hide his thoughts. He watched her leave quietly, dialing his phone to contact his manager and check to be sure everyone was alright. He had to get out of here...the shinigami could not be to far behind such a disaster.