Toshiro is baffled at the strength of this hollow. Every ice wave that he sent its way only got blown up by one of its spikes. Which would retract from it back and hone in him. Like a missile.

Boom! Toshiro narrowly dodged another, the hollow letting out a frustrated cry. This time, it didn't send another spike. It ran at him, claws out and jumped. He quickly brought his sword up and blocked its claws. The bomb spikes slid out of it's back, falling out and speeding after to hit him.

Is this hollow crazy? It suddenly wrapped an arm around him, as the bomb spikes closed in.
"Fuck!"

The explosion wrapped around the two. The hollow falling back to the ground. Toshiro doing the same, gripping his sword tightly. Chest heaving and body burning from the explosion. That sure did a lot of damage. The hollow on the other hand seemed perfectly fine. Armor still intact, with only a few black scorches from the bombs.

The thing that was damaged the most wasn't the hollow, instead it's mask. Which had huge cracks in it, slowly crumbling.
"Cold.." it groaned, a huge chunk flaking off. "So cold..." Toshiro couldn't play it's twisted games of tag. Chasing him with spike bombs, he's done with that.

"Bankai!" Toshiro shouted, ice enveloping him as large icy wings sprouted from his back. The hollow only had half of a mask, completely black eyes with red irises looking at him. He gritted his teeth, he had to end this now.

Toshiro raised his sword, sending an ice dragon barreling towards him. The ice exploded before impact, shattering. More spike bombs shot from the icy mist, Toshiro raising ice to block it. He pointed his sword once again at it,
"Goodbye." He hissed, sending three ice dragons after it. Their ice covering the hollow. It attempting to explode it, only for more ice to take place. A final scream echoed from it's throat before freezing in the ice.

Toshiro landed on the ground, sighing. Guess that's that. He put his sword away, ice wings breaking and walking away from the now frozen hollow.

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"Goodbye, child." Phil uttered, swinging the scythe straight for Tommy's neck. He shut his eyes, waiting for the blade to take his head off.

He tried. Tommy tried so hard to get Phil back. But in the end, he failed.

Tommy waited, feeling no blade slice into his neck. Slowly opening one eye, to see Phils scythe frozen just near his neck. As if something was stopping him, but nothing was. Weapon shaking in his firm grip.
"Phil?" Tommy muttered, his face scrunched up in frustration.
"Come on! Why won't... Why won't my arms move!" Phil shouted, face flushing in anger as his scythe stayed still. "Let go!" Hope flared in Tommy's chest. Had Phil came back?
"Dad? Is that you?" His eyes softened, before quickly flashing back.
"No! Stop it you insufferable child! What are you doing?" Phil snapped. Tommy stared at him, Phil's eyes flickering around. Before the scythe lowered from his neck, a defeated look crossing his face. "Fine. You win.... Yeah yeah. I'm sorry." Phil muttered, before his body collasped onto Tommy.

Knees buckling slightly under the sudden weight of his dad. He carefully lifted him and set him down onto the floor. Setting the scythe down next to him. Tommy smiled, it worked. He got Phil back.

"Is he back to normal?" Tommy looked up to see Ichigo. Cuts and bruises on his body, sword put away on his back. He looked behind him, Kurotsuchi now passed out against a wall. A weird sort of baby sword in hand. Now that Tommy looked, his arm seemed to be limply hanging at his side.
"You okay?" Ichigo nodded, letting out a huff.
"Yeah... Kurotsuchi was a pain in the ass. Had to knock him out just so he'd give up. He'll probably be up soon. But hopefully we'll get you guys out before that." Tommy marveled at Ichigos calm demeanor. Didn't he just take out one of those captains? Aren't they supposed to be really strong? He had to rethink this guys strength. Good thing he's an ally.

Now as for Techno and Wilbur- Tommy's body stilled. What? Why can't be feel their... He stood up, looking around frantically.
"Woah! What's wrong?" Ichigo asked, confused at his sudden alarm.
"Techno.. Wilbur... I can't sense them!" Tommy cried, he completely forgot about them for a hot second. Too busy trying to get Phil back. Along with not getting killed.

"So you've noticed?" Tommy spun around, heart dropping. A line of captain shinigamis stood there. The one in the middle was some old dude, but he seemed the most powerful.
"H-huh?" Tommy stuttered, feeling like a baby infront of these people. A captain with an eye patch threw two bodies forwards, ones that Tommy recognized. "Techno! Will!" He cried, rushing forwards. Having left Phil behind on the ground.

Wilbur was frozen to the bone. His body quaking and shivering, he seemed so weak. At least he isn'tt a hollow anymore, but this wasn't any better. Techno was worse off, he isn't even moving. Body cold and blood leaking slowly from his chest. Where a large wound lay, his face frozen in shock. Tommy felt sick. Not being able to process the sight infront of him.
"You sick bastards!" Ichigo yelled, gripping the handle of his sword. Tommy's body was shaking with fear, eyes glued to the dead bodies of his brothers. Or at least one is dead. He felt so sick. Like his lunch was about to be thrown up. "Whats wrong with you!?"
"No, what is wrong with you? Substitute shinigami Ichigo. Why have you been helping these intruders and fighting against soul society?" Yamamoto asked, slamming his cane down. Ichigo was furious,
"Because you dragged these innocent people into here! Then you decide to kill them when they don't even know where they are-" Ichigo argued, before being inturupted.

"They know where they are, Ichigo." Yamamoto muttered, looking directly at Tommy. He froze, no he didn't. What's he talking about?
"What?" Tommy muttered, voice coming out shaky. Ichigo looked just as confused.
"Only shinigami have zanpakuto, Tommy. How can you claim to not know where you are if you have a zanpakuto and shinigami powers?" His sword... But he truly didn't know where he was until Urahara and Ichigo explained.
"I really didn't know!" Tommy cried, gripping his sword in hand. What is he saying? So what if hes some shinigami? Is that a reason enough to kill him?"
"You really don't? Well, it looks like only one of you did. He never told you, did he?" Phil grunted from behind him, slowly lifting himself up. Reaching for his hat and placing it upon his head. Tommy looked at him, eyes wide.
"Phil? He's not talking about you is he, right?" His father looked at him, blinking before realizing what was happening. His eyes traveled to the captains and captain commander infront of him. Freezing. Before flickering down to the cold bodies of Techno and Wilbur.
"Tommy, what... Wha..." He breathed out, the situation infront of him not quite setting in. Tommy shook his head, tears already pricking at his eyes. "What happened?! What's going on!?" Phil shouted, suddenly standing up. Yamamoto stared at him,
"Your son's are dead, Philza. You and Tommy will be next, to pay for breaking a shinigami law. Transferring shinigami powers to a... Dare I say human?" Phil froze, eyes wide in disbelief. The commanders eyes looking at Technos limp body.
"So you killed my SONS for it!? Are you- why would you-" a frustrated huff left his mouth. Too upset to even formulate words out of his mouth. Ichigo could feet his heart ache for the father, watching him claw for straws. Looking absolutely heart broken.

But then, something changed in his eyes. He glanced at Ichigo,
"Tommy, Ichigo, take Techno and Wilbur to Urahara. Don't stop, don't look back, I'll be there soon." He whispered, his eyes shining with unshed tears. Ichigo nodded, picking up Wilburs cold body, Tommy plucked Techno up too, turning to run away, before glancing at him.
"Dad..." Phil turned, a soft smile on his face. Before turning his head. He raised his scythe,
"Angel of Death." Spirit power surged around him, shooting to the skies. Tommy stumbled, trying to keep his grip on Techno. "Bankai."

His wings flared out, turning a pitch black as claws came out at the bends of them. The heart with wings at the end of the handle melted into a skull. The tip of the blade becoming pitch black. Phil swung it around, turning to look at Ichigo and Tommy once more.
"Please come back." Tommy begged.
"Of course I will. I'm just buying time here." As he said this, he swung the scythe and swept into the ground. A huge cracks forming, "raise the dead!" Suddenly, mobs and people started to claw their way to the surface. Eyes pure white and body slightly dirty. Creepers, zombies, spiders, skeletons, even players came out. "Go!" Phil shouted. And that was all they needed to hear before running towards the department of research and development. Not looking back once.

Ahhhh, Phil's Bankai. Here is what he looks like: