Hot Shit? [Kita, Ignacio]

It was easy to walk the sands of Hueco Mundo without encountering trouble when you reached a certain level of power. A point where even the boldest of Hollows might consider it within their best interests to stay out of your way. Ignacio was not quite at that level, but he also rarely went out asking for it either. His conversation with Tier had gone favourably, though, so perhaps he could be forgiven for being so bold as to walk alone.

The telltale buzz of a Sonido was enough of an indication that this had not been a wise endeavour.

It was fortunate that, despite having the drop on him, his opponent was not vastly superior to him in speed. He was able to raise a hand to block it, golden eyes flashing as he turned in their direction, but even that did not entirely mitigate the force of the blow. The sword cut down with impressive force, pushing through the layers of his Hierro and splitting the hand below down the middle in a ghastly wound. That might have been a crippling injury had it not been for the protection put in place, but it did reveal the first of Ignacio's abilities too. In response to the breaking of his Hierro, there was a quiet hiss as a spray of scalding mist was launched in the direction of his attacker.

He was unfazed by the sudden burst of heat, though, and remained exactly where he was. Planting his feet firmly, Ignacio released his spiritual pressure in a wave of energy that set the very sand at their feet aflame. Then he waited for her next move, his own sword still hanging at his hip as one mangled hand was now clutched against his chest.

“Most people talk before they try to speak with their weapons.”

His eyes burned with a fiery intensity as Ignacio stared sharply back at the woman who had just attempted to ambush him. He was hardly the type to just immediately drop his guard because she spoke to him, but she had also avoided attacking him again. That was smart, at least. She had some skill at self preservation. His hand was slowly beginning to knit itself back together too, flesh warping as the two parts reformed into a complete shape again.

“I am Ignacio Vega, and I have spent many years keeping to myself to protect what I must.”

He stepped forwards then, the flames that surrounded him making an effort to part so as to ease his passing, but they did not look to yet subside. He would walk her down if he had to, and if she let him, with the fire following in his wake.

“Now stow your blade or I shall be forced to draw my own. Or flee, if you wish, I will not follow you.”

"The perimeter? Do you lay claim to this territory then or is there someone else that does?"

There was a crunch as the last parts of his hand snapped together, the wound now all but healed except for the white flames licking away at the scar tissue. He stopped his advance as she met his questions directly, she was at least capable of thought. That was the difference between the people and the mindless beasts that also roamed this unending desert.

"I only intended to pass through, it is rare for me to wander so far from my own territory without purpose. I assure you, though, that I have little interest in the stealing of kills."