Beginning of the End, End of the Beginning

The metallic dissonance that clattered from the gold glistening bracelets and golden rubix cube that draped upon the wrists and neck of Shadow Fall's newest addition to the Espada. Bikuta walked the cold dark halls of the Shadow Fall castle headed to the Operations room where some hollow activity and spiritual pressure had plummeted along the tree line of Hueco Mundo. The odd disturbance was enough for Bikuta's Fraccion to alert him on the matter and drag him from his quarters, a place he spent too much time in as of late. His daily routine being rather lackadaisical since he had lost the Monsuta to the Demonic Incursion.

The Arrancar entered the room, the guards at the doors standing at a position of attention as walked through the door. As he walked in he was informed by three of the operating arrancar that ran the systems. Bikuta had brought them from the Kurikku and had been placed in charge of all the hollows the Kurikku had tracked before the organization's leader going AWoL. As trivial as the matter was, he let it dig deep into. He knew something had to be ill-willed about the disappearance of his once loyal leader, S Hiroge. As they spoke he watched the screen attentively, looking at the random sparks of spiritual pressure. One that could not be produced by that of these lack-luster hollows, however the numbers would likely pose a threat for their lovely guest. A gentleman as he was he would volunteer with three simple words, "I've got it." The three operation coordinator's shouting out in approval and saluting him as he pivoted and exited the room. However, he wouldn't leave without ensuring he wasn't watched. "Kill the feed, if I don't come back I won't be back." Waving his hand nonchalantly as he used the other to open a Garganta.

Upon the dusk sky a metallic rip could be heard from the ground below. Causing the hollows to rip their heads to the sky one of them being impaled by the figure below. Immediately Bikuta was familiar with the type of spiritual energy and impressed by his own ability to guess such from the spiritual readings he received from the scans in the area. The numbers looked to be shrinking, but Bikuta would be interested before he would become curious. Waiting right outside of the garganta as it closed behind him. He'd watch and analyze the Shinigami below if they didn't decide to get too frisky and bring their presence to Bikuta. It would be most regrettable if he were to have to take his Zanpakutō out. He wasn't a fan of fighting, but he was willing to strike a Shinigami down in order to keep his own skin, naturally.

If he'd stay upon the sky with no interruptions he'd slowly descend to the ground, the sand beneath him curling beneath his weight. He would walk toward the hollow that held the spiritual tracer and bring his hand upon the hollows head. The hollow freezing in fear as he watched the green light form beneath the Arrancar's hand. "Shh, there is no pain after this. No hunger. Let this life come to its end." He'd raise his other hand and pet the hollow ensuring there would be no irrational decisions made in the process of his death. The hollow would comply as his face grew into the light and soon the entire area behind him as a, what looked to be, large magnitude cero flailed and stabilized from his palm and through forest the stood near.

Turning around to face the Shinigami he would smirk and raise his hands. "I had to get rid of him in order to remove the tracer I once placed on him some time ago. It seems you've been caught red handed in the enemy territory. You are rather outnumbered. Surrender yourself or surrender your life. This is your choice, Shinigami." He spoke in a fair natural, truly representing no hostility what so ever, as his normal persona fit. Now holding his Zanpakutō within his left hand and off his hip string. He'd await the answer from the Shinigami.