Shuren took a defensive stance, his eyes locked on her new form as Nel rose the weapon above her head. Using her hind legs for extra propulsion, she shot the lance right at him. As it soared through the air, it gained quite an impressive amount of spirit energy; just about the same amount that the boy gave off in hollow form.
As the lance neared, Shuren removed the mask attached to his cloak and brought the chains up in front of him. The mask itself fell to the ground as a loud clang resonated through the air.
The lance had struck its target; the point wedged in between the links in the chain as Shuren stood still. Then, as if on cue, a faint crackling sound could be heard before the chains around his chest took on a bright pink glow.
As soon as it happened, the glow disappeared; the chains around his chest breaking before the pieces hit the ground with a soft tinkle. Shuren watched as the bits of his chain fell to the ground, Nel’s lance joining the pile soon after.
One of his chains was gone.
At this point, the female remained completely still, her eyes fixated upon Shuren and Gamuza, which was propelling towards him at an intense speed. She only watched as the lance neared it’s target, and noted a number of movements coming from the togabito, though she didn’t pay too much attention to that.
Neliel could hear a loud clang echoing as he dropped..something, she wasn’t exactly sure as to what, quickly being accompanied by a bright pink glow. Gamuza has hit it’s target.
As the glow died down, the arrancar could see the remains of the chain which formerly bound Shuren to the pits of hell cascading to the ground.
Cautiously, she made her towards the male, striding across the hard ground. Those unreadable golden hues remained upon Shuren. Though it wasn’t visible in her expression, Neliel was glad and even had a sense of relief that one of the chains were gone. Though she did not know Shuren very well, she felt quite sympathetic towards him and his situation. Eyes casting downward, now set upon her lance which reside in the pile of rubble, Nel let out a sigh.
She stood a decent distance from him, five to six yards at least- though she avoided moving any closer due to the risk of another attack.
“How many are left?”