The echoes of Halibel's attack died away, and Szayel stared at the doorway.

"They can't win," he said, declaring it matter of factly, but with a hint of dull surprise in his voice. "They're going to run out of chakra before they put a dent in that wyrm's armour."

He pushed his glasses up his nose with two fingers and pursed his lips. "Even Stark," he said, "his release will incapacitate half the Arrancar fighting, but he'll still wear out faster than it will. Pity," he added, "I'd have liked a sample from it."