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[Hueco Mundo]
At the battlefield

Jehoel's great Cero throws Demetrio and Torahiko down, and if not for the armor from Caeyrn, they might be dead. Demetrio gets up from the dust, looking wild-eyed for his next target. Then, he sees Quidel Alamilla and his assistant, Dakota fighting against the remnants of the armored battallion. "Come, Mister Tachibana! Let us avenge our fallen comrades! For victory!", the Arrancar cries, manifesting a great bow looking like it's made of bone. He draws it back, creating three massive arrows, actually Ceros each of them. He shoots them forth, hoping to hit both of his targets with one draw.
Torahiko's thoughts raced onto and off of the topic at hand as usual, and being slammed into the the bleach white sands of an endless desert only knocked them further off track. He steadies himself on an arm as he stands back up, still reeling a bit from the force of Jehoel's Cero. They really had that kind of power? He should be scared, but he feels something else instead.

"Right, for victory." Seeing Demetrio's bow elicits something a bit like a smirk, and the same emotion. Not over the Demetrio, nor bow itself, nor it's 'arrows'. It was for the wild and destructive power of hollows, restrained and given form by the orderly power of the Quincy. They were similar that way.

And then, inspiration struck. "Ah- so that's what I was missing."

He'd been trying to use his power like a sword, reaching out with it to effect the world, trying to push his inner power out into the world, when he should have been using it like a bow, drawing the string back to set an arrow, pulling outside power closer to his. But he lacked a 'bow', or any 'arrows', he needed something to draw that power out of...

Back to the matter at hand.

He retrieved his keychain from a pocket in his Vertrauen, clutching it tight in his left hand while still using that arm the supporting the Quincy rifle in his right. He chose hollows with their backs exposed, six shots, three pairs of ginto. The first of each pair wounding their targets, the second finishing them.