Blood Emerald Archer

Thousand and one, thousand and two, thousand and three...

The thoughts flowed through the male as the two blades in his hands flashed, sweat pouring down the side of his face as he cut down yet another hollow. His eyes narrowed as he looked directly at the Arrancar before him, both of the blades sliding along his wrists. His white hair stirred in the wind as he moved deftly to either side, his body spinning as his blood-red cloak smacked the face of the oncoming hollow. At last, his dagger came down into the thing's back, and it too dissipated into nothingness.

The male was Gift Jackson, a Quincy, a relic. He was a man who strove for only one thing: nature, and to fight its enemy. However, as of late, he had lost his way. He had lost his way to the point where he would have entire days without thought, with simply listless movement. He was through with that. He wanted to advance once more. So here he was, cleaning the scum of the earth while at the same time working on the endurance of this form. Within recent times his swordsmanship had vastly improved, in addition to the length of time which he could maintain this form, his Völlstandig... even though he still refused to see it as such.

So here he was, his right foot slamming into the dirt as he lowered his center of gravity. He had finished off the last of this arrancar's minions, and now it was time to take out the boss. His right hand flashed as Kanshou deflected a cero launched directly at him, his teeth gritting as he believed in his blade, the ceremonial sword deflecting the attack completely as Gift lost the sleeve of his cloak to the heat the attack gave off. His eyes were still locked firmly on the male he was targeting as he saw it fire off a blade towards him. Thinking on his feet, his feet literally began to run on the side as his body flowed in a circle, the blade brushing past his hair as his skull moved in a circular motion, reaching his target at last.

Bringing his right hand forwards, the blade known as Byakuya sliced through the air, tearing a line as Gift held it up high, his mouth opening in a focusing cry as the tone of intent left his throat, Byakuya going into Overedge as the black blade became three times as long, growing feathers of blade as Gift chopped it into the neck of the Arrancar. He felt the attack being resisted by the hierro of the being, before the Reishi in the area gathered around his blade, pure flame being let out from its backside as Gift used it to rapidly accelerate, cleaving his blade through the being's throat as its head was dismembered in an instant.

Gift's left foot swung out, slamming forcefully into the ground as his entire body was forced to stop, his hand releasing Byakuya as the muscles in his arm began to rip, letting go just in time as the blade exploded, its partner Kanshou fading from his grip as he stood before the corpse of the Arrancar. Slowly, he opened his eyes, looking at the felled monster before him. "Why... do these things cause so much carn..."

Just as rapidly, he stopped talking, his gaze shifting slightly as he looked at the person who had been observing him. "Show yourself and prepare to battle, Quincy." He bit, knowing the feeling of those infernal Vandereich badges belonging to this male. "I refuse to hold back if you claim to have an affiliation with that organization." He stated, a bow appearing in his right hand, black in color, a single spiritual arrow in his left. He was ready for battle, his focus clear, and ready to cut straight through if this male was not careful...