Instead of the corrupted twig I used before, I reached into my sheaths that combined and strapped themselves to my back. My fingers wrapped around a long, thin arrow that I brought down to my bow. I pulled it back. My Ultimate Eye was doing the math, all of the math.

If I didn’t know where to fire, I’d just fire everywhere.

“That’s all? Respect?” Koh sounded bored, “For everything you’ve done to me so far, you’d kill or save her out of respect?” his boredom quickly faded, “You fool. You complete, stupid fool! You have no motivation! You have no reason to save her! Can’t you see? She’s a poison to you, you’re better off without her–”

Forcibly, I filled the arrow with too much of the Rider’s power before I let it fly. It exploded and bathed a single direction in fire. Some of it latched onto something that moved. The tail end of flame in the darkness that shifted and flew… that was Koh. I sneered and fired again, this time aiming past that.

My sheaths held my arrows; my bow could fire those arrows. The ability of my Zanpakuto in this form was to supply arrows to me from a quiver made from those sheaths and placed upon my back. The arrows themselves weren’t special, and the bow wasn’t all that special either. If anything, this ability was more reminiscent of… my god. This was a Quincy bow. I was using something that Quincies used.