Training of the Panthers Pet (Private: JJ (Gimmjow) and rogue Reaper (Ryan))

Ryan felt the sun beat on her back as her feet sunk into the sand. Instead of on her back, where her sword usually lay, the behemoth of a weapon was on her right, parallel to her body with her right arm stretched across, making a perfectly perpendicular line.

As Ryan looked around, her black hair laid by her side, motionless in the dead heat of the deserts of Hueco Mundo. As she reached up, making sure the blue rose in her hair stayed still, she couldn't help but wonder. "Where is he..." she muttered to herself. She had made the effort to come out here, and with the idiot Hollows that ran around here, some of them would stupidly attack her. What ever, nevertheless she would wait. Ryan was the daughter of a king, and she had been made a queen, ruler of Ireland, right before she had died. She had managed to do much in that month, and nothing in that month was as simple as waiting in the dead heat of the never ending desert. As she took a deep breath, she took solace in the fact that she was doing this for Grimmjow.

As Ryan thought, her face turned flush as she imagined her Leader. Her face quickly went back to its cold, stern, usual self as she gripped her blade tight. There was no time for falsified delusions of romance. Besides, it was Grimmjow. As if anything would happen. Not to mention her vow to never seek a mans heart. as she lifted her head up, scoffing at the very ground beneath her, she noticed something moving around. "Is that him?" she asked. As she looked, she realized she had no idea what in fact it was. From the distance, it could either be Grimmjow, or something else.

Ryan looked at thing coming at her, and lifted up her blade. "Can never be to careful." she muttered, preparing for what ever it may be to come.