Instead of his blade, Shinta had acted out of the ordinary once more. Instead of fully blocking with his own blade, he had raised his arms up over his head in a crossed position. Now, Aace's blade was caught with the back of his hands, saving him from instant death. But in the next second, Shinta twisted those wrists and his body, wrenching the sword out of his opponent's hands.

Now, in a 360-degree spin, he swung with a backhand, his own blade heading straight for Aace's neck.

"Don't touch the sword mate."

I'll do what I please

Shinta's eyes fell upon the white blades as the floated around menacingly. He raised his sword up to a defensive position, ready to defend himself at a moment's notice.

"Aace!" Gin cried out.

When the smoke cleared Aace was still standing but his wound was severe.

I'll do what I please

Shinta vanished once more, barely missing the deceptive blades. But this time, he-reappeared behind the Shinigami, sword poised in one hand. With careful agility, he swung downwards, this time aiming to slice the man's head in half.