Back in the swing of it. (INV, ND)

Yorishou stepped with whiplash speeds, hopping above the road from street lamp to telephone pole in search of his quarry. He could sense the brute nearby but so far no visual had been made, the Hollow was good enough to hide its exact location but not completely and so it was only a matter of time. As a general rule they are not very stealthy, and the crash he had heard before suggested another break in so he just had to find the store with the front missing.

"I am just saying"

He continued in a tone that indicated defence, his Zanpakutou ripping his opinions a new one.

"If they want to save the stripped piñata or whatever it is they have hunted to near extinction they should just start eating them. Haven't you noticed that the things they like eating never run out? Chicken, cows...uh, other people."

He ran out of examples very quickly but his point had been made. Society consisted of capitalistic supply and demand, demand more snow leopards and someone will make a farm of hundreds of them. Just like someone years ago would have done with the chicken.

His Zanpakutou debated pushing him further and quipping this was why he was not a captain. But decided otherwise, this target was nothing to joke about and he made enough stupid decisions without adding rash to the mix.

Yorishou was about to open his mouth again when he saw movement, a burst of Reiatsu followed by a burst of light. His hand twitched to his sword, but a word from his Zan spirit and instead he raised his hand palm first towards the dark blue cero ploughing through the street towards him.

A black sheen spread from his hand, barely making it to his shoulder when the Cero reached him. Upon contact it immediately stopped, the front cracking and shattering its way backwards until the entire thing had turned black. After a brief pause it fell to the floor and shattered into a million pieces, lowering his arm and the sheen retreated leaving his arm its normal colour.

Though the mess and dust he saw the Hollow's 15ft centipede shaped form slither out of the fresh ruins of a jewellers shop. It was impossible to know whether the Hollow was impressed or scared, Yorishou liked to think it was crying in fear. What he didn't like was when it went underground.

Rearing upwards, he braced himself for a strike, but instead of charging him, it headbutted the floor and the concrete seems to part before it in a shower of shrapnel and dirt. He could hear it rumble for a second...then silence.

"Ahhh cra-"

Something erupted from the earth in front of him, his sword flashing from its sheath and plunging straight into the cloud of dust. But it only hit dust. Suddenly the shower of concrete pulled inwards, latching onto his blade and dragging it towards the floor.

And from behind him, the Hollow struck.

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