Tara was not usually one for wandering off on her own, generally staying near Lazarus in case he had any orders to give her, but she got hungry, which meant she had to eat someone to satisfy herself. This wouldn't have been a particularly unusual event but the timing was bad. Tara could sense multiple people in the area either chatting, fighting, or dying against the other Hollow that had come to Tokyo.

So her getting a snack would either be incredibly simple, or would mean a fight for her life.

She wasn't really against fighting for her life for food though. so she went around carefully figuring out which spiritual signature was closest to her own, though she knew her own reiatsu would likely pale compared to the "victims" it wouldn't matter too much because the small female arrancar more than made up for her weak spirit power with her own physical ability.

She played with her cat headset a bit and played some tunes using her sound based powers as she walked around. She eventually found someone to play with, as far as she could tell anyways, and started heading in that general direction.

Going out on patrol was, truthfully, beneath Mirabelle. It was a shinigami's supposed duty to protect the seireitei and yet, constantly, some of them were forced out into the world of the living to survey the mortals. It wouldn't do to have the hollowbreeds run rampant either though, she supposed, but it still shouldn't have been her that had to go.

As it was, the redhead found herself sitting atop a large apartment complex. The building served as a decent vantage point to survey the mortals as they went about their mundane lives. She watched as a couple walked, arms linked, on what she could only assume was a date. They were all smiles and laughter in the midday sun. Her lip curled up in disgust as her senses picked up on something approaching her vicinity.

Without so much as raising herself from where she'd perched, Mirabelle let her reiatsu flare. The signature was unfamiliar but distinctly hollow in nature. If she was lucky, that would be enough to dissuade the creature from further approach. If it wasn't...her eyes drifted to where her zanpakuto rest at her hip, its polished handle gleaming in the sun. She had other options, Mirabelle just hoped that she didn't have to draw the witch.

Reiatsu? so a shinigami is nearby. Neat! Tara stopped stalking after some random guy who didn't realize she was about to murder him in cold blood as the signal was fired up, and immediately stopped what she was doing to head in the direction of the energy signature being emitted instead as a moth to a flame. Any shinigami dumb enough to go around letting themselves be detected while Tara was away from Lazarus was in for a big problem.

Tara didn't take prisoners when Lazarus wasn't around.

Even when or if the reiatsu was calmed down, Tara had already figured out where the person giving off the spiritual pressure was, and was now there with a single Sonido. if nothing else the small girl looking arrancar was incredibly quick having laid eyes on her target she sprang up into the air and air walked over and upwards until she was infront of the shinigami in question.

"Hello Dinner!" She said licking her lips and smiling happily at the girl before pulling out a slightly odd golden dagger which covered her whole hand in a guard, "I'm going to play with you until you die and then eat you mkay?"

"Dinner?" Mirabelle says, brow quirked as her eyes shift from the girl's face to her already drawn weapon. With a sigh, she stands up. "No, no. You must have me confused, little girl. I'm not your caretaker and I certainly wont be feeding you."

"I could still let you go, if you'll leave quietly. I'm sure you wont, your kind seldom does, but I could at least offer." she gestures to the city, indicating that the aarancar could leave. Knowing she wouldn't though, and not being dumb herself, Mirabelle begins gathering reshi around her outstretched fingers. Should the girl prove foolish enough to continue her advance, she'd find herself struck with a beam of lightning from the shinigami's fingertips. "I can't say that my companions who are out and about would be so kind as to let you leave, though. If you choose to walk away I believe returning home would be your best course of action."

Taking a mental note of the girl, Mirabelle began to build a file on her. She appeared young, not that that meant anything for aarancar. Her mask appeared to take the shape of cat ears, while her blade was golden in color and covered her hands. If she was a melee fighter, she was a bad matchup.

The woman charged energy into her hand while speaking to Tara, but Tara wasn't listening to her words. She had already decided to fight and defeat this particular shinigami, even having already gone so far as to threaten to eat her, something an arrancar didn't actually have to do to survive. So she stepped forward and went to attack the girl with her golden dagger of a zanpaktou.

Only for two long dirks, one black and one white, to turn visible in front of Tara and cross block an incoming bolt of lightning that was stealthily fired by the shinigami. Splitting it in twine and diverting it harmlessly to both sides of Tara. Grinning maliciously Tara's killing intent was made perfectly clear as her own reiatsu, while not as potent as the shinigami's, flared and raised itself to it's highest level that Tara could sustain without using her released form.

A loud bang was heard a split second later as Tara employed Sonido and closed the distance between Mirabelle and herself in an instant bringing tara dangerously close to cutting across the girls face and nose with her golden dagger while the two dirks from earlier stayed within ten feet of Tara and moved to stab into either of the girls shoulders simultaneously.

"Hado #1, Sho" the words are equal parts spell and command, as Mirabelle flicks her index finger at the girl's blade in an aim to send it off course. "Bakudo #8, Seki."

Two blue orbs flared to life above either of the shinigami's shoulders. They hovered in the space where the girl's conjured blades sought to sunder flesh. As the blades bit into the spheres they were sent harmlessly away from Mira's vitals.

"Of course you're a melee combatant, why wouldn't you be?" she said, rolling her eyes to herself. While it wasn't an ideal matchup she wasn't without options. It would, however, likely be a war of attrition as she had to burn out the arrancar's stamina before her own wore out. Spiritually she felt superior but, physically, she knew she likely fell short even compared to the girl.

"Hado #4, Byakurai." the spell sprang to life at her finger tip, coming when called like a loyal pet but instead of surging outward she carefully crafted the spell to fold in on itself. She layered the magic over her fists, the current of electricity feeling far more exciting as it arced over her skin than it did dangerous.

If the girl came in with another wayward swing, she just needed to dodge it enough to land a solid gut punch. The strike itself wouldn't hurt much, given Mirabelle's lack of physical prowess, but the hundreds of volts coursing into the arrancar's torso should do a number on the girl's desire to get close.