Gunnbjorn Adigard or Connor as he went by was pacing the area he called home known as Hueco Mundo until he felt a strange presence,it was one that rivaled him in power and this kind of alerted him and he decided it would be a good chance to test his skills on a foe that rivaled him in power.He walked along the grounds of Hueco Mundo, bones crunching beneath his feet as he walked along the sand and he let his Reitsu waft a bit to let the guy know he was coming,this of course would be obvious when he showed up seeing as Connor was nothing short of a giant,even by viking standards.He approached with his sword hung across his back,he held a small smirk as he waved showing his Hollow Hole to the man knowing if he had a lick of common sense he knew what that hole meant,and if that didn't give it away,the bone fragments on his knuckles that acted as brass knuckles sure as hell would.He approached the man and tilted his head slightly as he looked the guy up and down and he realized the man had probably felt him to,shocker there,Connors Pequissa sucked.He sighed as he began to view the area,well,at least Connor had home field advantage though he was sure the foe did to,Hueco Mundo's vast White Desert,home of bones sand,more bones and more sand was what Connor called Home Field Advantage and it was to a few million others, he grinned,nothing here would be of any use to the man that he could see.Connor wore darkly platted armor from the feet up to the neck and went barehanded and barefaced in battle,the armor offered some protection but in a battle with someone as strong as this foe it would be utterly useless.He drew his Zanpokuto and lifted it pointing its tip at the man.
"Since it is impolite not to introduce yourself before a fight,I am Gunnbjorn Adigard,I go by Connor,Espada number 3 around Hueco Mundo,I would like to know who the hell you are why I have no clue who you are and why you are trekking upon the Kings land" he said this with a serious face and a cold expression,his red eyes held an intensity very few could say they could live up to,they were serious,and told stories.Stories of a warrior who was not a rookie in this fighting scene,oh hell no,he had been fighting for years,he had fought more people then this guy had probably met.The Desert air was as dry at night as it was by day and it showed no signs of letting up.As the pale lit moonlight pierced the ever expanding beyond that was the White Desert Connor made an effort to look like he gave two shits about who the guy was,if he was the enemy,and even if not,he would know what hell looked like by nights end,one way,or another.Whether as a spar,or a friendly duel,or even a fight to the death Connor would say the same thing to the man with the same intensity burning in his eyes,this was what Connor lived for,the thrill before, during, and after a fight."Draw your sword" he said with a cold and callous expression on his face his black hair radiant in the luminescent moonlight as his tan face held an expression of seriousness and killing intent."Make a move,go easy on me and I will strike you down beneath thy sword" he said as he awaited the mans move,this could be fun...
(Sorry for the short post)