Rukia stared. Was it a dinosaur, or a dragon? Come to think of it, that cockatrice she'd fought with Ichigo and K'pandolu also had the capability of breathing fire. How? No one knew. It wasn't supposed to be possible, but here it stood, trying to barbecue Aya.

"Aya, status!" Rukia barked. If she needed healing, then Rukia would need to stay on her toes and be prepared to dole out the white magic the very instant it was needed.

Jack's attack was certainly effective, and their quarry didn't seem happy about it. Utilizing the Haste spell's burst of speed, Rukia rocketed forward, dropping the whip on the bank of the river in favor of drawing Sode no Shirayuki from her sheath. She maneuvered herself to stand beside Jack, gripping the sword tightly with both hands as she drove the point upward into the big scaly foot threatening to turn her ex-roommate into a delicious savory pancake.

The dinosaur roared and jerked its foot back. The sword stuck fast, and Rukia's eyes went wide as she was lifted off the ground along with the foot, unwilling to let go of her katana. It kicked, and though Rukia held tightly for dear life, the sword eventually slid free and Rukia was flung back like a rag doll. Again.

Then she was grumbling and casting Cura on herself. Again.