Without warning Frau's right forearm started bubbling black ooze. It coiled out from his arm, twining and curling around itself as it extended to quickly form the shape of a massive scythe. Even once the handle was finally materialized, the scythe remained connected to Frau's arm. Usually it was just by one strand, but this time to binding nearly engulfed Frau's arm.

He hadn't slowed a second in his forward rush as the scythe materialized. When he was close enough, a quick snap of his wrist sent the weapon hurtling toward Hitsugaya.

"Mine."

The word was a high pitched hiss holding none of Frau's usual intonation or expression. If the odd changes in his appearance weren't enough, the voice alone would have said it all. This wasn't Frau. Not really.