[centre]"Order up!" 
Within the dim confines of a small bar, a small crowd of rowdy drinkers jostled and joked, laughing amongst each other while sharing in dazed stupors. Among them, lining up his shot on a pool table in the corner, was Baldir. In one smooth motion, he hit the alabaster billiard ball and cleared the table. A hearty grin crossed his face as another man standing across from him spitefully tossed a crumbled up wad of cash onto the table before grabbing his drink and stumbling away. "Hey don't be so salty man! I'm just on a lucky streak." A devious chuckle escaped his lips but was suddenly interrupted when the overcoming feeling of massive spiritual pressure caught his attention. Everyone in the bar passed out from the dense reiatsu, accept for Baldir, who marched to a near by window. "What the hell?!" He growled, looking at the chaos ensuing outside. "Where did all these hollows come from?!" Without a moment to spare, Baldir dashed through the bar and out the door, closing quickly toward a 1970 Harley. Reaching into a burlap sack strewn around the side of the seat, he removed an axe and buckler; his zanpakuto. Looking up as a menos passed between buildings, Baldir couldn't help but grin a little. "Don't start the party without me!"[/centre]