The Dangai Spirits 1.003 [EVENT]

Taking a deep breath, the Vizard took a step out away from the awkwardly paved streets back into the soothing sands of Hueco Mundo. He glanced back at the city behind him, and wondered how he’d never noticed it before in his wanderings when he was here under Theocelese’s protection. Though, to be fair, this was quite far out of the way from Las Noches. It was quite miraculous; when he’d come across it with that fool Adjuchas, he’d continued to tag along purely out of curiosity to see whether its residents were still there. Though it had originally been abandoned, who would’ve guessed that the one who had called for it to be made would return on that very same day? It was a stroke of luck, if nothing else, though perhaps he had made a bad first impression.

But that was what this mission was for, right?

Rubbing his wrists, he looked back out to the sands. Somewhere out there was what had been described to him only as an ‘odd creature’ causing all sorts of havoc. He glanced at his wrists, the deep bruises where the shackles had been. That would take some time to go away. But other than the shackles, he hadn’t been treated poorly; he’d been fed well, and had enough freedom of movement to keep up exercise and stay fit, so this mission shouldn’t prove too difficult. A gust of wind kicked up at his feet and ran up and past his entire body, kicking up his robes and making his hair sway to the side. Mismatched eyes turned cold as he cooled down and focused, before his Sonido carried him across the sands.

With his speed, it didn’t take long to get close enough to sense a disturbance.

Within moments he was upon the scene, a large number of black forms surrounding a small, silvery humanoid… creature, it seemed, was the accurate word for it. Hidane had never seen anything quite like this. The Hollows surrounding it seemed on edge, but it wasn’t moving, perhaps waiting for them to make the first move. Though savage as they were, the Hollows still seemed to feel fear when faced with an opponent far beyond their reach. He sighed, wondering if it was the right thing to step in before they were slaughtered. But, he felt pity for them, and perhaps these were the ‘people’ this Cybele seemed to want to be a savior for, so if he were to gain her trust, saving them would likely be the best course of action.

As the closest Hollow to the being shifted to charge, he moved, and in a quick burst of Sonido he was standing just in front of the Hollow, his Reiatsu bearing down on the area, coating the sands in a sheet of thick, black mist. The Hollows immediately dispersed into the desert. Hidane’s right hand rested on Kurosenkō’s hilt.

“Be careful, Hidane,” the Zanpakutō warned him, the new voice still strange in his head, “I don’t like the feel of this guy.”

“No worries,” the Vizard responded aloud, a smug grin crossing his face. The creature seemed strange, but nothing too special. “You know I’m always the cautious type.” Well, when he wasn’t picking fights with those clearly stronger than him, anyway.

The Visored stared at the strange creature as it seemed to examine him, to take him in wordlessly, unmoving and unblinking in its focus and concentration. As the beast began to growl at him, Hidane grinned playfully. The thing seemed angry at him. But then again, it going around randomly destroying anything that came across its path, so he imagined it probably angry at a lot of things. But at him it growled, where as far as he could tell with the other Hollows it had just been silently slaughtering them. Interesting. He had been sent by Cybele, this “Queen of Hueco Mundo” as she fashioned herself, to eliminate whatever this was, but now he was interested in it, so eliminating it could wait until he’d investigated it a bit more. Besides, if there was a mysterious creature slaughtering Hollows in the sands of Hueco Mundo, who was to say more wouldn’t follow? Trying to glean out information from it in any way possible seemed the best way to go, so he didn’t mind too much technically disobeying orders, since it would likely be appreciated in the end anyway. He hoped.

And this plan also relied on this creature being the talkative type… and as it lurched forward with its sword-like weapon, not much unlike a sealed Zanpakutō, somehow the Visored doubted that would be the case. Quickly gripping his own blade’s hilt tightly as the creature moved, he drew it partially but quickly across the front of his body, the blade meeting the creature’s in a fierce clash that sent the creature’s blade sliding out and up along his own, midnight black glimmering from the moonlight, until it would catch on the guard of his blade.

“Well, aren’t you the hasty one? Not much of the talkative type, are you?” Hidane’s tone was very calm, almost demeaning; it suggested he wasn’t even considering this creature a threat. He wondered how it would take that, and immediately doubted his choice of tone, but his gut instincts were usually pretty good. Well, other than the many times they hadn’t been. But that was besides the point. “Let’s see what you’ve got then. Maybe you’ll be more talkative after you’ve been brought down a bit.” His right hand still gripping his Zanpakutō and locking it against the creature’s blade, Hidane brought his left hand up, Reiryoku quickly forming into a small blood-red orb and then bursting forth in a wide arc straight towards the creature. He doubted it would be enough to kill it; though his tone had been demeaning, he’d sensed that this creature could prove to be quite a challenge, and he had little doubt the creature would find a way out of the attack with less damage than would be intended if the Visored wanted to kill it outright. It might even be a good time for him to test his new abilities.