Renji grinned. "What can I say. I was an Eleventh Division guy for a long-ass time before I got my promotion. I know how to appreciate a good fight."

Sometimes, it was the best way to feel alive. That still held true.

Renji stopped immediately when Daemon grabbed his shoulder and listened. "Okay. Let's move in closer and get a better idea of numbers and shit. Before we bother finding out if they're looking for a fight or not."

He started moving them sideways to circle around. It was slow going, and hard to see with the blowing snow, but if there were people waiting there'd be some sign of it, something they could pick up on without actually running over anyone.