Without a word, Amekou shifted his sword into its Shikai form as the man nearby ran around, creating three near-identical clones of himself. Each clone then shot towards him, and disappeared. Without time to think about what exactly happened, Amekou called STRIKE! into the air, causing the lightning surrounding his gladius to fire in several directions, colliding with the reishi bullets and creating the explosions on impact. (Being a Captain-level Shinigami in a world as intense as Bleach's, it's plausible for him to be standing in anything short of a direct-hit, isn't it?)
I apologize, Raimei, but in such a time, a name is too long. I hope you understand.
Bastard.
Out of thin air, a muscular man in a toga stood next to Amekou, a sword similar to the Shinigami's only comprised of lightning, instead of being metal coated in the electrical substance. Under his long, white beard, the man frowned.
First you borrow my power without asking, and then you drag me into this world? The gods are not happy with you today, Amekou...
The gods? Do you forget that I myself am a God of Death? And I smile upon myself quite brightly.
Aye, you do; it's quite sickening.
As Amekou spoke with his materialized Zanpakuto spirit, he kept the corner of his eye and ears open to anticipate the man's next move, waiting.