Forvalaka froze at the sound of Halibel's Gran Rey Cero, his fur rising along his spine as the before-lightning prickle of fell Chakra swept through the hall. He narrowed his fiery eyes, ears turning to the conversations of the others in the moments after.
He may be right, he said. The wyrm is holding back. Reserving his strength until they are too spent to fight back. He is old enough to have fought and killed Hollows before. Fire burns them from the world almost as effectively as your magic swords and his is hotter than most.
Wonderweiss gripped his blue-green mane more tightly, the palms of his hands damp. His friends were out there, they couldn't just die. Couldn't just give their all for a losing battle, that was suicide.
He felt numb. Everything seemed fuzzy for a moment, as though he'd just been shrouded in something muffling and thick. He listened to the monster's bellowing and the clicky falling of rocks in the aftermath of Halibel's latest attack.
If Stark couldn't kill it, and Stark could easily kill or incapacitate some of them with his reiatsu alone, they had no chance. Gin, or Lumi, they might have a chance, but Gin was for Hollows and Lumi was hurt, try as he might to hide it. Wonderweiss knew that his staying to the sidelines wasn't selfish self-preservation alone and he could read some aspects of the man's behaviour as accurately as he could an animal's. He was strange like that.
We should get away from it, the Torama said quietly, his voice echoing in Wonderweiss's head, low and deep and warning.
"No," Wonderweiss said. "We can't just leave them."
They are some of the strongest people here, Forvalaka said, tail flicking, claws scraping the wet marble floor. Sending weaker backup will not help. The rest of you can't do anything. You should cut your losses and get out.
Wonderweiss felt as though the floor had gone from under him. Torama, as a species, were social. They roamed the wilds of their native lands in prides, like packs of wolves, and seldom walked the world alone. Family, and unity, were everything to their survival, and Forvalaka was suggesting they leave some of their group behind to die? Was that how dire the situation was?
He shook his head, not wanting to accept that they couldn't possibly win. They were Arrancar, they couldn't... there had to be another way. Maybe if... would that even be possible? It... it was a monster, a beast. There was nothing to say that couldn't...
He swallowed. Hard.
"Let me try," he said, voice level, and clear. Gin, who had been stepping forward, stopped. Lumi paused in the middle of whatever he was whispering to Marluxia and looked up. "Let me try," he repeated.
He was a beastmaster. The wyrm might be ancient and strong and powerful, but it was still a beast. There had to be a chance. Even if he could hold it in thrall for long enough for them all to get out, it was something.
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He may be right, he said. The wyrm is holding back. Reserving his strength until they are too spent to fight back. He is old enough to have fought and killed Hollows before. Fire burns them from the world almost as effectively as your magic swords and his is hotter than most.
Wonderweiss gripped his blue-green mane more tightly, the palms of his hands damp. His friends were out there, they couldn't just die. Couldn't just give their all for a losing battle, that was suicide.
He felt numb. Everything seemed fuzzy for a moment, as though he'd just been shrouded in something muffling and thick. He listened to the monster's bellowing and the clicky falling of rocks in the aftermath of Halibel's latest attack.
If Stark couldn't kill it, and Stark could easily kill or incapacitate some of them with his reiatsu alone, they had no chance. Gin, or Lumi, they might have a chance, but Gin was for Hollows and Lumi was hurt, try as he might to hide it. Wonderweiss knew that his staying to the sidelines wasn't selfish self-preservation alone and he could read some aspects of the man's behaviour as accurately as he could an animal's. He was strange like that.
We should get away from it, the Torama said quietly, his voice echoing in Wonderweiss's head, low and deep and warning.
"No," Wonderweiss said. "We can't just leave them."
They are some of the strongest people here, Forvalaka said, tail flicking, claws scraping the wet marble floor. Sending weaker backup will not help. The rest of you can't do anything. You should cut your losses and get out.
Wonderweiss felt as though the floor had gone from under him. Torama, as a species, were social. They roamed the wilds of their native lands in prides, like packs of wolves, and seldom walked the world alone. Family, and unity, were everything to their survival, and Forvalaka was suggesting they leave some of their group behind to die? Was that how dire the situation was?
He shook his head, not wanting to accept that they couldn't possibly win. They were Arrancar, they couldn't... there had to be another way. Maybe if... would that even be possible? It... it was a monster, a beast. There was nothing to say that couldn't...
He swallowed. Hard.
"Let me try," he said, voice level, and clear. Gin, who had been stepping forward, stopped. Lumi paused in the middle of whatever he was whispering to Marluxia and looked up. "Let me try," he repeated.
He was a beastmaster. The wyrm might be ancient and strong and powerful, but it was still a beast. There had to be a chance. Even if he could hold it in thrall for long enough for them all to get out, it was something.