Ujauja pondered the situation. Something he hadn't done since... well ever since he had died really.
Because he ripped open a garganta on the right moment and lucked into tripping some ancient horror into the human world shit was going down.
Exactly how and what wasn't really clear, but a fun side effect was that the crippling pressure and the newly abundant amount of white sand in karakura town made it the perfect hunting grounds.
And what he considered the perfect hunting grounds would surely the perfect battlefield to the espada, and it wasn't a big leap to assume the Shinigami thought so too.
Less than a mile away a massive pillar was cut in half, along with 4 Menos Grande, screetching as they perished spectacularly. In the distance he thought he could make out two white jackets, a 7 and a 9. Judging my the mass of different pressure sources of insane proportions he felt they were probably all here, and they had probably left their dog leashes at home. This confirmed his suspicions. Looks like they were assuming an attack and going all out.
If only this really was an attack. This would be the perfect moment for the espada to show up and claim this was their plan all along.
Brilliant plan or absurd coincidence? Four heads chuckled, the other 5 grimaced trying to think of a course of action.
He wasn't sure if he'd been spotted yet, but it probably wouldn't take long. How long could he hold out?
Because he ripped open a garganta on the right moment and lucked into tripping some ancient horror into the human world shit was going down.
Exactly how and what wasn't really clear, but a fun side effect was that the crippling pressure and the newly abundant amount of white sand in karakura town made it the perfect hunting grounds.
And what he considered the perfect hunting grounds would surely the perfect battlefield to the espada, and it wasn't a big leap to assume the Shinigami thought so too.
Less than a mile away a massive pillar was cut in half, along with 4 Menos Grande, screetching as they perished spectacularly. In the distance he thought he could make out two white jackets, a 7 and a 9. Judging my the mass of different pressure sources of insane proportions he felt they were probably all here, and they had probably left their dog leashes at home. This confirmed his suspicions. Looks like they were assuming an attack and going all out.
If only this really was an attack. This would be the perfect moment for the espada to show up and claim this was their plan all along.
Brilliant plan or absurd coincidence? Four heads chuckled, the other 5 grimaced trying to think of a course of action.
He wasn't sure if he'd been spotted yet, but it probably wouldn't take long. How long could he hold out?