Yoink! [Blight]

High above the scene, obscured by the endless darkness that was the night sky of Hueco Mundo, lurked a pair of watchful, hungering eyes. Circling silently, Blight Blackmarrow was peering down at the figures, having been waiting for a moment where opportunity may arise. He had been waiting for the Hollow of the sands to tear this woman to shreds, to which he would swoop in and take the prize for himself. If he had been feeling particularly hungry, which he always was, he might even try and slay the Hollow itself.

To his surprise, nothing happened as expected. The Hollow had overstepped his boundaries apparently, and found out just as Blight had that she was not nearly as weak as she looked. What remained of the hollow lay strewn around her in the sands. Maybe something that Blight could have a go at...? No. At this point, the remains of the beast were table scraps compared to this interesting woman.

Internally, fear and hunger duked it out. She could leave him just the same as that Hollow that laid out, but... she could also be... delicious..

Finally Blight had made his decision, atleast to get a closer look. Beginning to careful swoop down lower and lower, he circled in closer to see if opportunity would arise after all.

Blight was still mulling over what he was planning on doing when getting close enough when suddenly, the woman vanished. Oh no, this wasn't good. His slight grin and wicked gaze broke instantly and flipped to sheer panic as he felt someone, undoubtably the woman, grapple onto his back. He couldn't help but blurt out a "SQUAWWWK!!" of surprise, frantically flapping his wings and flailing mid-air.

His flailing soon left him and his passenger plummeting towards the sand, feathers flying about here, a squawk there. As they got closer to the ground, Blight's flailing finally halted to a stop. Given up it seems? Or possibly something else.

From beneath, Blight had wriggled his way free of a clone, a copy of himself that allowed him a quick moment of escape, but where? Down. Straight down into the shadow that the two cast, desperately diving down and sinking into the shadow like a rock into a puddle.

Doing his best to stay concealed, Blight closed his eyes tightly and stayed perfectly still inside of their shadow, praying that this wouldn't end in tragedy, atleast for him.

As the fake bird and the woman finally slammed directly onto Blight in his shadow, he held his breath. As the moments went by, he couldn't take it anymore, fear sending him quickly scurrying to squeeze along the long shadow that this woman and his fake cast, the path getting thinner and harder to shove himself into. He just had to get some distance between them before...

ZzzzzSHTTBOOOOM!

The fake surged with energy and poofed into an explosion of shadowy reiatsu, Blight himself now flying out of his shadow and frantically working to gain distance between him and his assailant.

Blight frantically tried to escape from the woman, flapping in desperation to try and gain some distance between them. Before he knew it, she was suddenly in front of him, wielding some sort of tiny needle weapon.

"SQUAWK..!" His eyes got wide, flapping his wings wildly to try and stop from slamming right into her. Her words were barely registered in the surprise, his attempt to backpedal leaving him suddenly flopping down onto his back into the sand, flailing around to continue his attempted escape. As he scrambled, the feeling of being trapped overwhelming him. The cornered rat bites the cat? Or in this case, the cornered Blight turns out the lights.

With one final good flap, Blight lifting himself out of the sand, a torrent of darkness flooding out like smoky darkness, clouding shadows obscuring the immediate area, and flooding out further still. Within the shadow smokescreen, he frantically fled, disappearing into it both physically and concealing his own detection. The entire cloud of shadow pulsed with his reiatsu signature, leaving him to be even more untrackable. From the darkness, resonating throughout it as if spoken from everywhere, Blight's cackling call sounded out, "I don't settle for tablescraps... I want the whole roast, and all the trimmings..."

Once again, any confidence in slaughtering this woman was blasted away as swiftly as his shadow-cloud had. As the darkness vaporized, Blight hung in the air, suddenly very vulnerable, and very panicked. His eyes grew big and he began to frantically flap his wings in a desperate attempt to back pedal and escape. To further his dismay, the woman drew a weapon and blasted him with precision aim. All the could do was flail in the air and watch as the blast tore through the air toward him. Flinching just as it hit, Blight braced for impact, squawking out loudly in reaction.

But he didn't feel a wing get blown off, or a hole bored through him. Opening one eye, he peered around quickly before looking down over himself. He seemed fine? Oh no. He couldn't move. His wings and legs were stuck still in the air, like they were frozen solid. Panic rushed through his feathered form again now, struggling against the invisible constraints frantically. Worse yet, he saw her beginning to make her way towards him. All he could do was wriggle and flail his neck around as she got closer, yanking back the best he could.

As she got close, she revealed her needle weapon once again, sticking him without hesitation. The needle was only a slight prick, but Blight knew that this wasn't all she was going to do. He could feel himself bleeding, and could now see that she seemed to be collecting his blood. Instinct seemed to well up inside of him now, turning to the only defense he seemed to be able to do while frozen.

His eyes glowing red, and his beak curling open, energy began to build up in his throat, charging a last ditch Cero to get her to release him.