"You're aware that you're no match for me, Orihime." Hitsugaya easily shattered her shield with the end of his sword to remind her.

"They're my friend. They mean a lot to me, please don't do this!" She cried. "It's only one person, and if they did talk to others, no one would believe them." She backed away as he took a step forward. "We can ask Kurotsuchi to fix the problem. There's another way."

"Don't be ridiculous, we shouldn't waste his resources for the sake of one soul. I'm doing what's best for the soul society whether you like it or not." He rushed past her and out the shop. You didn't get far so he was able to spot you from a short distance. Orihime's pleas fell on dead ears as he called for Hyorinmaru. Feeling a bit of pity, he would make your death beautiful. You stopped to catch your breath, your hand against a tree. As you looked around, snow began to fall. Reaching a hand out from under the tree, a snowflake landed on the tip of your ring finger. Ice instantly encased it causing the same panic from before to arise. You backed into the tree, now afraid to go anywhere else.

"Enough!" All attention landed on an orange haired man carrying a weapon larger than himself.