Szayel regarded Ignis and Even with a raised eyebrow. Count Scientia didn't get the final say, did he not? The thought made him smirk. Ignis was a snotty little toff, but he had his string pulled and his leash tugged as surely as the Arrancar did, for all he acted above it.

He gripped the garula's tusk in one hand and swung his sword with the other. The blade bit into the flesh, slicing a good way through. He pushed at the tusk, exposing the depth of the wound.

"It'll take more than whatever lies on Pulse to kill me," he answered, smugly. "I'm an Arrancar. Your puny little mind couldn't even begin to understand what I can do." His eye flickered to Even. "Nor could yours. You haven't seen what an Arrancar can truly do."