A Lesson In Humility [Escorpión, Mura]

In the world of hollows, that is to say NOT Heuco Mundo, but the living world where hollows of lesser power cut up the world into various hunting grounds, no go zones, and various other distinctions and non-distinctions their kind settled for. Admist these, there was always the worst of the worst, the fringes, the country sides, the wilderness. These were places that not only had Hollows spawn only in the rarest of times from a truly pitiful soul which died in these isolated corners through accident or some other tragedy. They were where the weakest were pushed, for the Cities were the best hunting grounds, and thus the most hotly contested. In a world where the humans have more often awakened their powers, the soul reapers, quincies, let alone other hollows hunt down the weaker hollows to keep their powers in check, and it just lead to the cities being heavily fought over.

None were more susceptive to this than the, titled by his living life's homeland of Mexico, 'Escorpión'. Scorpion.

For a hollow, he was not very strong, he was dreadfully slow, and his ability to fight was almost nonexistent. His only remarkable traits as a hollow were his durability and the toughness of his mask, alongside his ability to hide from almost anyone. His ability to ambush prey and hide from hunters were honestly the only thing which allowed him to survive as long as he had. Now, pushed out of yet another hunting ground, this being the 86th this year, he was forced into the countryside.

Already, some locals were aware a hollow was around, for he had made the mistake of being far too hungry and rampaging across a house or two and eating some people.

So the Scorpion hid... Awaiting his prey... Not at all cowering in the basement of one of hte destroyed houses... No, never that...!

He hid, eating the three souls he murdered. He savored them, ate them, cut them into bits and eat them piece meal.

His hunger growled, but he was far more scared of retribution... Than starving for the hearts of man.

There were several reactions things Escorpion could do once he was ousted from his hidey holes. The first is obviously escape, it was his first and foremost reaction. The second was hide, his ability to hide in plain sight was second to none! The third was run, Garganta was but a pull away if he was full enough to be able to succeed in the attempt to summon the portal, not always the case. The fourth was only ever useful when it helped him achieve one through three.

Fight.

Quickly stuffing the souls into his maw, cracking bone and muscle with ease, he quickly swallowed his ill gotten gains. The scorpion did his very best to avoid even gazing at the enemy. "L-look, Essay, I need you t-t-t-ta leave! Comprehende?!"

It was of course at that moment, a red orb at the scorpion's mouth.

Escorpion, for all that he was a hollow which has survive over a hundred years at the newborn stage of hollows, was far from even barely capable with a Cero. Far too much time spent running, hiding, ambushing prey rather than fighting it out with the great blast of energy.

But even Escorpion knew how destructive it could be when applied to a ceiling.

Thus the blast was unleashed- Directly into the cellar ceiling above them!

In the same moment, Escorpion wrapped himself into Emboscada al Acecho!

The hunt had truly begun.