We Are One [Sleiya]

"It's boring..."

The complaint flies off Nemesis' lips as she readjusts her posture on the oddly smooth surface of a large boulder. Her legs were dangling off the edge, her hammer was resting neatly next to her position, and her black sock covered feet kicked back and forth. There had been an odd feeling welling up inside of her since she had awoken, and the current lesser Arrancar's arm she was tossing up and down in her right hand implied she had attempted, and failed, to curb her boredom by looking for her next meal. Said defeated Arrancar's body was resting, bifurcated, on the opposite end of the large boulder. Blood painted the surface of the rock in a grisly formation, as the woman took as big of a chunk as she could out of the arm and swallowed it down like it were skin off a chicken bone.

The taste wasn't a bother. The Arrancar was strong, and the consumption of his soul left her feeling satisfied for the time being. Maybe it was how quickly the fight had ended, or how she had barely gained a scratch at all from the overwhelming slashes and stabs of his twin blades. Said blades were stuck into the sand below, covered callously by the unrelenting desert. Maybe it was a habit that had been forming over the past few weeks. Destroy a bunch of weak Hollow more comparable to ants, then have a big fish of a being come across her path only to be tenderized and gulped on down. She hadn't eaten them as slow as she was eating this one, but she was grasping for any possible method she could to rid herself of this shitty sensation. Gulping down the rest of the arm in a few gnashes of her fangs, Nemesis dusts herself off and, after tearing the Arrancar's other arm off, leaps off the boulder with hammer in hand.

She has picked the arm completely clean and is nibbling on a bone as her footsteps bring her closer to the residence in which the God-King of Hueco Mundo, as well as Sosuke Aizen, once resided. A great distance away from it's entrance, a sensation washes over her body. It was the signature of an Arrancar, that much she could decipher, but the other aspects were foreign to her. It was such an explosive and dominating presence that, just from breathing it in alone, nearly makes Nemesis fall to her knees. Her fangs once again gnash into the arm in her grasp, but this time she's grinding them against what was left of the bone. Every last millimeter of her existence readies itself for an assault, but the assault never comes. The set of bones drops from her hand and her body begins to shiver, shaking softly like a leaf before culminating in a mad, whirling vibration that she cannot control.

The corner of her mouth turns upward into a grinning smirk and she rests her enlarged hammer onto both of her shoulders. "There's no mistaking it. I don't know who's in there, but they better not be sitting on their ass." Wild eyed and still waiting for an assault, Nemesis bends her knees before she rushes forward into what was left of Las Noches. She stops only when her eyes drop onto an odd looking man behind a counter. The decor of Las Noches, the "OPEN" sign, the clothing that Theocelese was adorned in, all of it overwhelmed and confused her at first. Her head cants from one direction to the next, the towering monstrosity of a woman gazing, finally, downward at the much more powerful entity. When she meets his eyes, nothing else seems to matter to her. Not the location, not his clothes, not the difference in Las Noches.

All that matters is the dark purple coloration wavering around him, as if he were caught in the middle of a raging inferno. Were those footsteps she could hear? Could words sum up what she was feeling? Impossible. Instead, there's a shifting of her feet. A swap of hands that puts her hammer's handle in both of them. Then, finally, without warning she rushes forward. Her hammer raises and she swings it down as hard as she possibly can. Her goal was to attempt to smash Theocelese into dust right then and there though, if she wasn't somehow stopped and ended up missing the Vasto Lorde Arrancar himself, there was no doubt she would cause some damage to the nicely repaired bar, sign, or the contents behind it. Ordinarily she might introduce herself or ask if the man before her were strong, but that question was unnecessary.

Theocelese was a strong man, and Nemesis was going to do everything she could to find out just how strong he was. Right here, and right now, damages be damned.

When The Harvester had her eyes on a target, collateral wasn't something so much as considered. She had toppled living establishments before, turned caves made of odd bone formations into nothing but dust, yet the destruction she had caused to get to the man behind the glass was met with the fiercest reception she ever had seen before. It wasn't just the words that came out of Theocelese's mouth, it was the look in his eyes as he said them and the demeanor from which they came. Even as she moves her Zanpakuto out of the rubble she had created, resting it on her large shoulder, she can sense the rage welling up inside of the opposite Arrancar's soul. Where most would have been captured by fear, or willing to grovel at his feet for displeasing someone so strong, Nemesis was exuberant.

A good chunk of her wants to continue the attack but, before she even realizes what her body is doing, she is already exactly two hundred paces from the door with her Zanpakuto in both hands. It only takes her five minutes to properly comprehend why her body had moved, tied deeply into the very philosophy that overrode every last soul residing in her existence: the strong dominate the weak. Theocelese was strong and Nemesis knew it. Why else would she want to see even more of his strength? The glimpse of his shield and sword belt only added to the excitement and, finding no other way to contain it, she begins to hop from her left foot to her right. "Well, come on then! I can feel it, you know. The power you possess." With her hammer risen above her head, Nemesis slams it down against the sands as harshly as she can.

The vibration caused from the gesture splashes sand to the left and right of the point of impact, particles flying upward and all around her before they land back down to join the others. She was a tall and imposing Arrancar, the beads around her neck shaking left to right as she goes back to her hopping. For a brief second, the hole that all Hollow beings possessed is seen just underneath one of the beads before once again becoming covered. In anticipation her reiatsu flares wildly around her, a steel gray coloration covering her body like a large cloak. A sense of superiority and intimidation can be sensed from it, as well as a bestial instinct akin to the hunt, conquer, and devouring of prey. Fangs bared and eyes shivering just as much as her body, Nemesis impatiently waits for her spiritual skyscraper of an enemy.

Was this a joke? It had to be. Nemesis commanded her feet to start moving, and they didn't listen. The messages sent from her brain to her muscles got muddied, interrupted by the metaphorical static that was Theocelese's overwhelming presence. That slight bit of hesitation... it made no sense to her. Why, when she was so excited, so into this, did the core of her being warn her against continuing further? It practically screamed at her to stop, to defer to the mightier Arrancar before her, and that was before the fight had even begun! If she were to forfeit now, to lay down her arms, it would not only be a huge embarrassment but it would mean that she would not gain the opportunity to see what Theocelese was truly capable of. And now, on top of everything else, he tells her to do herself a favor and release her Zanpakuto? To immediately resort to her trump card? What ridiculousness!

There is no opportunity to bark back. Not even a single second to take in the breath to form the words. Instead, Theocelese is rushing toward her, and she moves to meet him. A hop, a skip, into a jog and then a sprint much like his own. He was faster, yet she does not waver. The smart move would be to take a step back, plant herself, and take a defensive stance. But that wasn't how Nemesis operated. The weak were meant to be subservient to the strong... and this Arrancar was clearly stronger than she was every which way. So why didn't she adhere to her own personal philosophy and move to serve him? It was the damned curiosity implanted into her body since becoming an Arrancar. It overrode her metaphorical system, coated her body with a shroud of wonder and exploration, and was the sole reason why she lifted her hammer and swung it down with as much power as she could muster.

But it would not hit it's mark. Instead, the smooth edge of the weapon gets blocked by the shield, and she feels the sting of the flat edge of a blade against her leg. She boasted an impressive Hierro, and word had gone around from past opponents of their inability to cut her. So why, with such a light attack, was her body already bruising? It made no sense but, rather than be frustrated by this lack of logic, she grinned. Her maddened grin swapped itself with one a kid might have in a candy store. The pain gets swallowed down and a laugh, joyous in nature as opposed to psychotic, rings out. Her body wobbles but she does not fall, instead gathering an amount of reiryoku around her hammer as she gets a second to speak. "You've got a deal, stranger. I'll help repair that place of yours..." The reiryoku covered hammer gets swung as hard as it can for the top of Theo's head, the female Arrancar attempting to use her height advantage in her favor.

"But only if you display your strength properly! The weak serve the strong, so show me the gap between us!!"