#//or well hes trying to not do any of that anyway SDFJHGSDFGHJSDGHJ

[doomxdriven]

❛  you’ve been outflanked.  ❜ ( aims this directly at rudbornn )

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How could the tide of this battle have turned so drastically?

The assault led by these Quincy had been unexpected, true, but for the most part, the Arrancar of Las Noches had held their ground, and at one point it seemed as though they were poised to drive these invaders back. Rudbornn had been part of this stalwart defense of the domed fortress, and while the former Espada tangled with other invaders, he and the rest of the Exequias (his Calaveras and others) faced down a number of Quincy who called themselves 'Jagdarmee'. Rudbornn had fought well, keeping who appeared to be the foremost of these 'Jagdarmee', the man who had introduced himself as Quilge, at bay, but something had always seemed off with them. This entire time, Rudbornn felt as if this opponent had not only been holding back, but that they were waiting for something. When a loud yell that belonged to Harribel, Queen of Hueco Mundo, echoed throughout all Las Noches, and Rudbornn turned to see them held aloft by the throat in the hands of an ominous figure, he could see his suspicions had been correct.

With Harribel defeated in such a clear and brutal display of power by these invaders, many Arrancar within Las Noches began to either flee or surrender to the Quincy, and Rudbornn watched these events unfold with utter disbelief. "No...." Rudbornn whispered under helmet, feeling a pit of despair begin to gnaw at him from the inside, "no, this cannot be." To the left and the right, Rudbornn, who was at this point growing more frantic, his cold, calculating front show its cracks, yelled out to his resigned allies, chastising them for their cowardice, but none listened, none cared.

As Rudbornn's voice quieted down, he could hear the smug words spoken by his adversary, and the reality of those words sunk deep into his heart like a blade.

Outflanked? Outflanked didn't even scratch the surface of the situation faced here. This was total defeat.

"You may be correct." Rudbornn replied, after slowly removing his helmet, his gaze pointed toward the ground, at Quilge's feet, his expression and tone somewhat sullen. "For all my effort here today, for all the effort of my brethren, it would appear this battle is decided." Rudbornn would grip the handle of his Zanpakuto tightly, and then look up to meet his gaze with Quilge's. Rudbornn's expression in that moment would steel, and within his eyes, a fire would ignite.

"However, this war has yet to reach its conclusion, if I have anything to say about it." Rudbornn would suddenly Sonido backwards, aiming to make his own escape as a great deal of his Calaveras swarmed Quilge. As Rudbornn continued to put more distance between him and Quilge, he loudly declared, "I, Rudbornn Chelute, Captain of the Exequias and Guardian of Las Noches, vow to drive you Quincy out one day." But for today it seemed Rudbornn would have to swallow his pride and retreat, if he wasn't captured or killed before he could get away that is.