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Kurosaki Ichigo was having his butt handed to him and then some.

The rush of air, and a spay of blood crested the area surround him. "GHAAA!" Ichigo's
cry fell on uncaring ears as his body recieved yet another slash from Silverblade
Lonewolf.

Lone wolf snarled at Ichigo's poor performance. "Come now, boy, you can't be that
weak." the Mohwked, dark-skinned Arrancar taunted.

Ichigo used his blade to pull himself from the lossened rubble of the street. Gasping
for breath, Ichigo leveled the point of his blade at Lonewolf.

"BanKAI!"

An eplosion of reietsu engulfed the narrow street in Karakura Town, batthing half the
neighborhood in a spiritual white glow.

"This could prove interesting," Lonewolf muttered to himself.

Ichigo wasted no time, he used his speed increase to circle his foe in every percievable direction.

"RRRRRRAAAHHH!" Ichigo roared, moving his fastest speed possible and launching to
downward slash his adversary.

Lonewolf caught the blade between his thumb and forefinger, seeing no threat in
Ichigo's assault. "Perhaps I've overestimated you, boy. You were the one to take down
Aizen am I correct?"

Ichigo's eyes widened in surprise. "I haven't seen Aizen since he ran away from Soul
Society! You know where he is, tell me!" Ichigo demanded, trying with his all to free
the trapped blade.

Lonewolf narrowed his eyes. "Interesting, Perhaps I have travelled too far back?" he
mused aloud, ignoring Ichigo's vain attempts to free himself.

Louder than a peal of thunder, a fist slammed across Lonewolf's jaw sending the
Arrancar sailing.

Ichigo fell to the ground; sinc he was not expecting the brutal assault on his
attacker, so he landed ackwardly. As he peered up, he took in the sight of a young man
about nineteen years of age, he was dressed in black kung fu pants with a green
Chinese style shirt, on his forearms were golden bracers and golden grieves. All
together the figure made a very impressive image.

As Lonewolf forced himself to his feet, blood flowing freely from his mouth and nose,
he yelled at the new man. "Who the hell are you?!"

The man smirked. As far as smirks go, it was a powerful one, even Ichigo found himself
infuriated, and the guy had saved him.

"Saotome Ranma, sorry 'bout this..." with that, he blurred out of existence, and
appeared thirty feet behind the Arrancar's position, dusting his hands.

Lonewolf lifted his blade and charged Ranma, seeking to claim the man's life. As he
charged Ranma didn't move in the slightest, there was a look of finality in his eyes,
that promised the bout over.

"AGHAAA!" Lonewolf screamed and fell to spirit energy.

Ranma turned his gaze on Ichigo, causing the young man to flinch back and draw his
blade to the offensive. "Well, its time I took my leave. See you around, Ichigo, and
keep watchin' out for Tatsuki-chan."

With that, Ranma winked and vanished before Ichigo's eyes, leaving no trace of his
prescence.

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AN: this a one-shot I wrote forever ago, but never posted anywhere. Well, I wanted to
continue this but I don't know where I want this to go.
Obviously it has to explain how Ranma died and why he wears grieves and bracers rather
than a Zanpakuto. The character Lonewolf is twice the level of Ulquiorra with an
attitude similar to Grimmjaw's

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