Training (Druid and Diablo)

"Cabrone." As usual, Diablo Cortar, the Cuatro Espada was becoming more and more annoyed by all of the "typical" Arrancar who populated Hueco Mundo. Today, however, was seemingly worse; all of them boasting about their strength or trying to pick a fight. To escape these imbeciles, Diablo had decided to travel into the desters of Hueco Mundo. Although there were many weaker hollows out here trying to devour each other, almost all of them knew to stay away from an Espada. Well, that, and hardly any of them seemed able to talk. Of course, the down side of wondering the deserts was that there were no solid surfaces for Diablo to draw on with his blood to make "art". Still, it was a trade off that Diablo was willing to make.

This silence and peace of Diablo's, however, was soon disturbed when he felt a strong presence. Diablo thought it odd that the presence seemingly just appeared, but deduced that it must have been an Arrancar releasing their resurreccion. That, of course, lead to other problems. What if said arrancar attacked him? What if it was actually stronger than him? Of course, Diablo's facial expression hadn't changed a bit; still as emotionless as ever. Despite this, Diablo did feel a slight ping of curiosity; wondering if this person's blood would be good for his art. Either way, Diablo decided to find the source of the sudden burst of power, maybe against his better judgement, out of curiosity. Being as skilled as he was, Diablo had no problem locating the source; coming to what he could tell was a hidden trapdoor. To be honest, if one was actually looking for such a thing, it wasn't that hard to spot; the door would obviously have cracks that let the sand pour in, leaving a faint rectangular depression on the sand above.

Upon opening the trapdoor and entering a secret chamber, Diablo began to wish that he hadn't followed his curiosity. There, standing in front of him, was the Octava Espada in his resurreccion. Of course, Diablo wasn't scared of him or anything, but he knew that Druid was looking to climb the ranks of the Espada; which might lead to Druid attacking him. "...Carajo mi suerte" Diablo said to himself, still no emotion in his tone, despite what he had said. "You...Octava...what are you doing?" he asked, yet no questioning tone in his voice. As usual, Diablo's tone was as flat as ever, containing no emotions. The only thing his voice held was his Spanish accent.

Cabrone=Bastards
Carajo mi suerte=Fuck my luck

"...Carajo mi suerte" Diablo said again, more as a comment to himself than to the Octava Espada. For starters, Diablo was disappointed to see that yet another Espada was overconfident about their own powers. Of course, the annoying, high pitched tone didn't help either. "...I don't need anything" Diablo started, still no emotion to his voice even when being annoyed "I merely sensed a surge of reiatsu and decided to find its source." Havong no emotions in his voice was one of Diablo's unique traits, something that could unnerve even some of the most composed opponents. Of course, now that Diablo was here, he could easily tell that the Octava Espada was up to something, and not just because he was in his resurreccion. Judging by what he knew about the Octava, Diablo guessed that he must be training to defeat a higher ranked Espada for their position. While he wouldn't mind Druid killing any other Espada, Diablo would have a big problem if he decided to try and take his position.

Taking another step forward, Diablo's face did not betray any of his inner thoughts; remaining as emotionless as ever. "...I assume that you are down here training to take on another Espada down here Octava" he said, no emotion in his voice. Despite the lack of emotion, it was obvious that Diablo was getting at something. "...Now tell me, Octava, who are you planning to challenge?" he asked. Although neither his body language nor tone implied any violence, if he had to protect himself, he would kill Druid without question.