After a long day of training with other hollows across Hueco Mundo, Zingar thought it was finally time to rest. He laid down in his bed in Los Noches ready for sleep. The moment he closed his eyes however, he felt himself transported. The arrancar quickly opened his eyes. Why was it so bright? He thought as he looked around.

This was definitely not Los Noches and thousands of people of all shapes and sizes crowded the stands of the arena. Zingar blinked a few times to make sure he was not dreaming, but the images remained. He pondered how he got here for a moment before he was interrupted by a booming voice speaking over an intercom.

"Here we have an Arrancar from the ranks of the Espada! The Dragon Arrancar, Zingar!" His voice rose with the excitement of the crowd as they began to cheer for him. This was the start of some sort of tournament, but the kind of which Zingar did not know. Turning his attention to the other side of the ring he looked to see what exactly his opponent looked like.

The large imposing doors in front of Aspel's face swung wide, and a wall of light and noise washed over him. He had no idea how he had ended up in this strange place but, the air was thick with spiritual particles, it almost hummed with the echoes of battles fought. Once his eyes had adjusted to the new bright setting he could take in what he could only call a Colosseum, Strolling forward tentatively his eyes locked on to the only other thing in the arena. "Arrancar," muttering to himself as his formal professional demeanour left his face. Hollows he pitied, humans reduced to no more than monsters, Arrancar on the other hand chose to hunt and kill humans. they were scum and had to be eliminated.

"And here we have a quincy who rejects his own! The ever persistent Apsel Vader!"

Whoever was behind this knew more about him than he was comfortable with, but the had handed him a prime opportunity to kill an Arrancar and he would not waste it. Loosening his tie and undoing the collar button of his shirt Apsel took a deep breath. Summoning his bow and immediately firing off and arrow, he didn't care about this places rules, he had an enemy in front of him and one he had the range advantage on.

Zingar was basking in the thought of the battle that awaited him when suddenly an arrow came straight for him. He noticed just in the nick of time as he was able to move his head enough to hear the arrow wiz by. A wide smile appeared in the arrancar's face. His opponent was in for a treat if they thought they could play dirty like starting a match before it was announced. Zingar unsheathed his jet black nodachi from his back started his approach.

"Woah! Looks like the fighting has already started! I can already tell this is gonna be a great one!" The announcer boomed over the intercom again. "Wow is he going to commentate the whole time?" Zingar thought as he carefully made his way closer to his opponent. The arrancar had run into a few Quincy before, as they helped him learn of a great weakness of himself. "Damn I fucking hate fighting at long range, he thought as he attempted to get in close. He would attempt to dodge or slice any of the arrows the Quincy would shoot. If he managed to get in close enough he would try to deliver a two handed slice to the Quincy's arm in an attempt to disable his use of the bow.

On seeing the Arrancar Charging towards him Apsel had two things confirmed to himself; one, His opponent doesn't favour ranged combat and two, His movements were slow and he hadn't chosen to close the Gap with sonido. Smiling Apsel began formulating plans, first things first, this opponent likely exceeded him in physical strength, and durability so melee combat must be avoided at all costs. Starting his sprint away from the charging Arrancar, Apsel fired two arrows he hind him, but rather than flying toward his enemy they instead collided behind him, forming a glowing white shield that floated and followed with his move ments.

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Watching the arrows carefully as they approached, Zingar was stunned when they suddenly collided and made a small barrier in front of him. He paused for a moment and decided action was necessary. The arrancar quickly funneled some spiritual energy into his blade as a red aura appeared around it. Zingar smiled as he then attempted to swing his blade through the shield. The shield then exploded and covered Zingar with some cuts. He laughed through the pain and attempted to sonido towards the Quincy and slash his chest.

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Upon seeing his shield erupt Apsel's guard rose immensely, then quickly losing sight of his opponent he cursed as the Arrancar was on him in a moment. He Arrancar's incoming slash would be catastrophic if it hit, so Apsel immediately formed a carpet of spiritual particles beneath himself and disappeared in a flash. His was too slow, feeling a shallow cut across his chest, nothing serious but he'd have to be more careful, he fired a single arrow towards his opponent. Taking a half second to analyse the situation, he had put enough distance between them to start setting himself up.

Pulling back the bow and firing his second arrow, but curiously rather than flying toward his opponent it stopped and hung in the air a meter from where it was fired. Apsel then jumped back from this static shot putting more distance between himself and the Arrancar.

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The Quincy managed to avoid most of the force of the Arrancar’s attack. Zingar did feel it make a connection but it was nothing near his full force. The Arrancar knew he would be outmatched if he kept the Quincy kept his distance. He began to think of a plan when an arrow suddenly came straight for him, he attempted to move out of the way but the arrow made contact with his right shoulder. He winched as he felt it’s recoil. The Quincy then fired another arrow, but it stopped midway in its trajectory.

Zingar figured it was another Quincy trick. This time he decided to take a bit of a different approach. He charged at the Quincy again, in an attempt to make it appear as though he would forget the arrow. Before he passed the arrow he would fire a Bala at it in attempts to dispose of it, then quickly turn and fire three more Bala. One aimed at each of the sides of the Quincy and one aimed directly at him.