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Mezuki began to wandered through the desert waiting for the arrival of his opponent walking in circles in what felt like the middle of the vast desert. His feet were some what unstable getting stuck at times in the sand while also sometimes stepping on larger mounts of sand causing him to slide off making him think he would lose his balance. He loved the sound of the sand as a crunched underneath his feet and it was something that kept him busy while he waited for the fourth espada and attempted to form some sort of strategy in the process. The massive desert with the large moon gleaming down on him and his surroundings meant that he would be able to get more then enough light to use his abilities. He would be able to sense the arrival of his enemy of course but he was hoping this was something that would end fast even if it was a loss. There was nothing he hated more then a long fight even if he did win in the end.
He was slightly intimidated at the though of fighting someone that could possible be stronger then him but being unable to research the man in any way he only knew that he was an arrancar which made him feel as if he was not prepared for this fight at all. Being unable to research his opponent meant he was going to have to go all out making sure not to let his guard down or hesitate at all in this fight if he wanted to win and he was going to have to make it quick. The spiritual pressure of the weaker hollows all around the desert that mezuki could sense made him remember his time as an adjuches or vasto lorde and how he would have been there in an instant to attack and devour these hollow he could sense a time in his life that he was glad he passed.
Thought he expected his enemy to come up to him and speak before just attacking he still kept one hand on the handle of his katana on his back being held up by a strap a spot he preferred over having it on his waste but he was unsure of why.
He was slightly intimidated at the though of fighting someone that could possible be stronger then him but being unable to research the man in any way he only knew that he was an arrancar which made him feel as if he was not prepared for this fight at all. Being unable to research his opponent meant he was going to have to go all out making sure not to let his guard down or hesitate at all in this fight if he wanted to win and he was going to have to make it quick. The spiritual pressure of the weaker hollows all around the desert that mezuki could sense made him remember his time as an adjuches or vasto lorde and how he would have been there in an instant to attack and devour these hollow he could sense a time in his life that he was glad he passed.
Thought he expected his enemy to come up to him and speak before just attacking he still kept one hand on the handle of his katana on his back being held up by a strap a spot he preferred over having it on his waste but he was unsure of why.