Lilynette Gingerback wandered over to the fallen death god, kicking her feet up as she walked, hands tucked into her belt. In a role reversal of what was happening elsewhere in the city, the Hollow nudged the shinigami with her fur lined boot, careful not to get blood on the white leather.
"One hit K.O." She glanced sourly at her leader. "Happy now, samurai-san? You've got no excuse to be lazy if they all fall as easily as this."
A small pink missile collided into her side. The Fraccion went flying, shrieking all the way.
Yachiru bounced onto her feet, cracked her neck ominously and dashed in a beeline to her captain's side. Skidding to a halt beside his supine body, she clutched her head dramatically and screamed.
"OHMYGAWD,YOUKILLEDKENNY!"
Starrk watched her in bemusement. He'd made it clear that killing the man was his intention. Why would a shinigami be so surprised by death? "If you're intending to avenge him, take it up with Lilynette. I really can't bend down enough to fight you."
She gaped at him with horror-stricken eyes, then laughed a bubbling gush of happiness. "I just wanted an excuse to say it. Don't you know what Kenpachi means?"
Beside her, Zaraki's eyes cracked open, his murderous aura boiling over in an instant.
"Didja have to interrupt? I was enjoying the novelty of bein' downed in the first hit!"