That’s Not a Hollow || Closed RP

Man, what the hell was going on? He’d returned from purifying yet another hollow–the third one that night–and he was already sensing another reiatsu?

     His expression dropped even further from its previously irked one, falling into a whole new kind of irritation as he shoved the combat pass against his chest, quickly separating from his body. He lunged himself back out his window, which had yet to be closed since he’d literally just got back home.

     Bamboo shoes scraped as they hit the asphalt, and he kicked off into the run, soon launching himself into the air and using that as a running platform as the buildings and streets began to impede his way. Concentrated solely on the spirit energy that he could feel on the other side of the town, he soon realized as he neared that it wasn’t a hollow at all. The signatures were all wrong, and its position didn’t seem to be shifting at all from where he’d first felt it. Hollows usually lingered only briefly in one area before going off in pursuit of a meal.

What ever this was, it wasn’t a hollow. Finally, he neared the mysterious source, stalking down a dark alleyway only to find a male crouched over another human whose gender he couldn’t yet determine. A horrible, wet sucking sound met his ears, and it registered what the guy must have been doing.

     He grabbed his Zanpakutō, drawing it warily off of his back. “Hey, how about you pick on someone your own size,” he growled out, his body tense as he sauntered forward.