Looks Like Some Stupid Guy's Getting Eaten By Hollows

Shouting a battle cry, Laskt cleaved through the Hollow with a mighty sweep of his blade, splitting the corrupted soul from hip to shoulder with a powerful slash. He then pivoted on his heel, channeling enough energy into his blade to cause it to glow with an unearthly bluish white light, allowing him to easily dispatch the two other Hollows sneaking up behind him with a vicious backhand cut.

The Shinigami had been fighting the waves of Hollows for about thirty minutes now, utilizing the large amount of corrupted souls within the wasteland as both an excellent way to train his swordsmanship and a good way to let off some of the steam that had been building up within the former knight for a few weeks now. After all, one did not knock on the doors of some of the world’s most powerful Vizard’s and beg for training without stressing out about it, especially if said person was a staunch perfectionist and put great stock in correct manners. Besides, it felt good to actually do a Shinigami’s duty for once, bringing peace to corrupted souls and to help protect the innocent from their mindless savagery.

Breathing heavily, Laskt flicked his blade to clean it of the grime that had collected on the weapon, then sheathed it and drew a flask of water from his belt, drinking deeply. Stoppering the flask, Laskt cast out his senses, searching for the next group of Hollows moving through the endless wastes.

Instead of finding said group of Hollows however, Laskt stumbled backward a few paces as a massive spiritual power registered, rivaling the greatest he had ever sensed, Ulv, Stefan and the whole of Soul Society included. With a blur of motion, and without a second thought, Laskt utilized a Hoho to rapidly transport himself to the signature, leaving the few droplets of water that he had spilt to evaporate on the endless sands of the Wasteland.

Even as the two Hollows converged on their prey, a glowing blade would sprout from the winged Hollow’s chest, causing it to screech in agony and disintegrate by the power of Laskt’s Zanpaktou. The Shinigami stepped between the man on the sands and the massive Hollow, his longsword carving a furrow in the blistering sands of the Wasteland as he trailed the tip across the ground. “Need help sir? You seem a little indisposed at the moment, despite your power.” The warrior asked politely.