Methias
Number of Posts : 3 Age : 34 Registration Date : 2010-07-05
| Subject: Methias Stelligar Mon Jul 05, 2010 3:26 pm | |
| Hollow Name: Methias Stelligar Age: Life: 19- Hollow: 8- Age: 27 Gender: Male Height: 5ft 11inches Weight: 82kg Appearance: Base Hollow: - Spoiler:
Methias looks near enough exactly the same as the above picture in this state, however, there are of course a few major differences. Namely, the mask. His mask is shaped like a wolf head, but is in the purest of white. His eye's are but bright red, almost capable of striking fear through the heart of any Shinigami. His claws are also longer and sharper than in the picture, his claws being more along the lines of three inches than three centimeters. Gillian: - Spoiler:
During his Gillian State, Methias looks like any generic Gillian class Menos, however, he keeps his wolf-like mask. Adjuchas: - Spoiler:
His skin (Yes, he gains skin in this state) turns into an incredibly odd shade of blue, so dark it almost looks black, but the hint of blue is definately visible. However, the only pieces of skin that are visible are very minute sections of his face. Two downwards pointing horns are attached to the side of his head, and end at the bottom of his face. Aswell as this, he has a huge cover on his mouth, which opens when he wishes to speak. This is infact his Hollow Mask. He actually gains some clothing in this state, which is infact an armor-like substance, in this case, Skin that has become inbued with Hierro already (Reiryoku focused in the skin). This is a darker color, black, and covers most of his body. Attached to his waist, several pieces of what appear to be fabric seem to dance around him. Both hands, during this state, are now claws, red in color, and clearly incredibly sharp. His hair is now blue, incredibly messy, with no style to mention. His eye's also change color, becoming bright white, with apparently no pupil, although his vision is unaffected. During this state, he almost appears to be becoming more human. Vasto Lorde / Resurreccion look: - Spoiler:
During his Vasto Lorde state, Methias appears to become almost angelic. Six wings sprout from his back, each thin, and capable of making him fly. They are both strong and agile, capable of being used as a weapon in combat, yet not a hinderance in any way shape or form. His control over the element of fire becomes apparent when you look at either of his hands, seemingly capable of hardening the fire element to create weapons, as seen on his left hand. His mask changes, and while his eyes are still white, there are now six eye holes. He is now around six foot tall. Arrancar: - Spoiler:
Methias is a relatively sinister looking being, to say the least. He wears the typical Arrancr uniform, yet the trousers he is so fond of are incredibly loose, infact, the only reason they stay on his is because of the black belt attached to his waist. These trousers are obviously the brightest of whites, indicating that he is a member of the Arrancar army. He walks in bare foot, the exception being that both are wrapped up in bandages, only the toes being revealed. His toe nails are a littl on the long side, curving downwards like a claw. The bandages wrapped around his feet are brownish in color, either indicating that they are an odd color, or that they have been worn that little bit too much. These bandages also tie around the bottom of his trousers, in order to prevent them flapping in the wind. While tight, they are not remotely uncomfortable. As for the clothing on the top half of his body, he tends to wear the typical uniform yet again. However, he is often revealing his chest and stomach, deciding against doing it up. The arms are also cut off, in personal preference apparently. This often reveals an incredibly toned body, to the point it would appear that he has always lived at the brink of death, to the point he had to train his body in order to survive. Each of the muscle's in his body seem to be trained the such an extent that the fat in his body would likely be around two percent. Each of his hands also have bandages wrapped around them, much akin to his feet, except these bandages are also covered up with gloves. Attached to the gloves are two metal claws, which are linked (chained) to one another. These claws have three blades each, and is apparently Methias' Ressureccion. His facial features would be his most noticable point, atleast according to onlookers. Having long, white hair, his eye's are almost always covered by a messy series, which hide both his hollow mask, and the red color of his eye's. The rest of his hair is a general mess, with no style in any sence of the word. It has clearly never been brushed, but has clearly been hit by several bursts of wind in its time. It is relatively spikey, considering its length. His nose is quite small and perk, pointed slightly at the tip. Just beneath his nose, his lips, which are relatively thin, giving the impression of someone who is somewhat more evil than most. The teeth within his mouth are considerably sharper than most, each tooth being almost canine-like. His chin is relatively square, making him look like he has a strong jaw. Personality: InsanitySome describe him as an incarnate of madness, his very essence bring chaos to all those around him. He finds even the most disturbing of moment humorous, babies dying bringing a smile to his face shows the true darkness lingering within his heart. Such a twisted mind causes him to be far more confident than nearly anyone, be it through his slightly demented mind bringing with it a lack of fear, or true courage is yet to be discovered. He normally seems to lack the ability to speak, he instead communicates in a series of grunts and screams, although it is very rare anyone understands his calling. He seems to prefer walking on all fours, showing his mind is somewhat premature and animalistic. When in Los Noches, it is has often been suggested he is kept in a sealed enviroment, his outbursts being incredibly violent. He appears to not react well to others being violent or loud, somewhat instinctively attacking those who speak up or attack oneanother. With death acting little more than a play thing to him, it is a wonder how he became an Arrancar in the first place. BattleDuring battle, his Malevolent nature is shown to truly appear. Capable of killing even innocent bistanders with but no remorse, he becomes a force truly to be reckoned with. He attacks based purely on instinct, although it appears to most to show no real pattern. Attacking from multiple angles at once, aswell as showing great tactics, it is shown that he is truly a master of battle and chaos indeed. Intellect / ManipulativeUnknown to the outside world, his mind is infact highly intelligent. Carefully thinking through everything he does, he is for certain a truly manipulative being. He appears to be unable to speak, yet this is just another lie to decorate his already trecherous self. He believes if people believe he is nothing more than a beast, they will begin to think lesser of him. If this is done, it would mean he would have the element of surprise if he ever needs it. However, once certain emotions run through him, be becomes a truly magnificient beast, a devil in an Arrancar's body. It is during these times that his animalistic rage is seen, and anyone who stands in his way is likely to not be breathing for much longer. Using his innate ability, he is also able to control people's memories to a moderate amount. This allows him to essentially control them, manipulating their past to such a degree he turns them into what he wants them to be. This gives him the perfect abilities for covert missions, or missions that require a certain item. If given enough time, he can sneak into enemy headquarters, find a manipulation target, and spend hours hiding, and modifying their memories. HatredMethias has a true hatred for most races outside Arrancars, and more specifically, the humans. He hates those miserably creatures more than anything, and would gladly eradicate the whole of the race. Yet, he still prefers to watch them suffer, and can spend days simply manipulating them to a degree of where they end their own life, and become the very same creature he is, well, to a lesser extent of course. After this is done, he then usually enjoys a quick hollow snack. The best treats are the ones you create yourself, of course. To the other, non-human races, he chooses not to kill them. No, instead he chooses to manipulate their minds to such a degree that they cannot continue with everyday life, and become nothing more than a vegetable. While people usually recover from this, some scars will never fade. SadismAs expected from such a person, Methias is incredibly sadistic. If you hadn't gathered from the above, it is still very clear that he enjoys watching the seeds of his mental damage come to grow. Aswell as the enjoyment he gains from causing mental pain, seeing people suffer a painful death brings but a cute little smile upon his devilish lips. It doesn't appear to truly matter if the damage comes from him or not, just the sight of someone in agony is music to his ears. He appears to be facinated by violience, weapons, injury and torture, and any time it is occuring in Las Noches he is more than likely to make an appearance. The WondererUnlike most beings, he seems to casually wonder around when being sent on a mission. His actual attention to things themselves are abysmal, and is more likely to be seen playing with something he found on the floor than actually being at all helpful to the cause. Due to his wondering mind, it is often required that someone helps keep him in check. As such, he is rarely seen alone outside of Las Noches, either under the command of an Espada or a superior ranking Arrancar. He doesn't like to be in one place for too long, however, as his mind quickly grows weary of the things around him. Due to this, he seems to have an imaginary world inside his head, which he retreats to whenever he is bored. It is quite clear that his insanity also plays a huge part in this place aswell. The world itself is as messed up as he is, and almost appears as an area of space, rocks floating around, with several childrens toys in various locations. These toys move and walk on their own, and even fight with one another. When Methias goes into this little world in his mind, he sits in the center, upon a giant throne, which could indicate a superiority issue. Curiosity killed the CatAs previously stated, Methias seems to wonder off and do his own things. The reason for this is simple. He is incredibly curious. Due to the fact he is infact incredibly intelligent, if he see's anything new, he wishes to find out everything about it. How it works, what it does, and why it does it. Three of the most commonly asked questions that linger in Methias' mind. Once figuring these things out, he moves onto the next target, and his curious mind continues to wonder. He wishes to understand everything, and know of everything, and because of this, it could be said that when he's trying to figure something out he is infact most dangerous. History: Born several hundred years ago, Methias never knew his birth parents. An unmarried couple accidentally fell pregnant, and upon giving birth, left him in a forest several miles away from his unknown hometown. Being newborn, his fate seemed to be sealed from that very day. However, nature is often kind in its blessings, and something truly amazing happened on that very night. A wolf pack found the child, and as amazing as it may sound, they took the child in as their own. They fed it, looked after it, and gave it a family. Growing up without a name, he lived alongside the wolves that raised him, unaware of what it was to be human. At the age of four, he was much stronger than most fully grown men, capable of running on all fours at incredible speeds for such a young child. He already knew he was different to his family, but he didn't care. By this time, he had grown to be able to understand them, as well as being able to communicate with them. His mind was truly no longer human, and his body had began to make some striking changes due to the way he lived. His fingers and grown in such a way he had claws, and his teeth were ever-so sharp. As the years had passed, he became an efficient hunter, his hands now devastating weapons, along with his teeth. By this time, he was around eighteen, a matured young man with scruffy, silver hair. While hunting with the pack, a group of hunters eventually charged the pack. Seeing the young man with them, they took an interest in him, and killed the whole pack but him, instead knocking him out and taking him with them. Upon waking up, he was a freakshow. Locked up in a cage and shown to the two legged creatures, he couldn't help but notice that they were like him. Another four years had passed, and he had picked up an understanding of the so called "Humans". It was this year that he made his escape, although it would end up being the last day he spent living in this world. Taking vengeance for his pack, he killed atleast fifty humans before being killed with the same method his pack was, shot. It took a whole four bullets to take him to the ground, and upon deciding he was no longer useful to them, they took the final shot to the head, his life ending within moments. And then it was blank. His life was over, but he still felt something. The feeling of being given rebirth. But this was not the case, he was but a spirit, slowly but surely becoming something more, a Hollow. By the time he had properly awoken, his spirit chain has only a few hours before it severed completely, and that is exactly what it did. As it broke from his chest, a strange darkness filled the area around him, a white mask building upon his face. The transformation was complete. He was now something else. He spend several years prowling the area he lived in, the area which names he couldn't remember. His mind scared to the point of no return during life, he was but a truly sinister creature now he was dead. Spending the majority of his time around deathbeds, he instantly devoured the spirits of the recently dead to forfill his hunger, and further avenge his fallen pack. However, the curse of eternal hunger was far greater than anyone could imagine, and he eventually turned to the other Hollows who lurked around to further forfill his hunger. (Sorry it's short, can't think of much at the moment =/) Each character gets 60 points to assign to either: Spirit power: 10 Speed: 10 Intelligence: 20 Fighting skill: 20 ((These stats reflect your training and focus area of your character though in no way determine if you are better than another character in a stat. Only your roleplaying can determine that... Remember that these can not increase or decrease, they will not change...)) Custom Hollow Abilities: ((These should be completely original techniques or powers of your hollow. Please note Cero's will be mentioned in the initial information forum with the stat system explained.)) Ability 1: Creation: Methias can create fire wherever he walks, by expelling a small amount of Reiryoku as Reiatsu. This Reiatsu then seems to mix with teh oxygen in the air, creating fire. He can create enough fire at any given time to destroy a two story building, but cannot control it. He is immune to what is created. Ability 2: To be attained at Rank 1. Ability 3: To be attained at Rank 3. Ability 4: To be attained at Rank 6. Rp sample: - Spoiler:
A horrific growling noise could be heard through the very walls of Las Noches, as the newest addition to the Espada prowled through the marble halls. Walking on all fours, the white haired, wolf-like Espada truly manifested the insanity that lied within his mind. Scraping his metal claw upon the ground, a screech joined in with the now many musical notes that filled Las Noches with noise. Scratching the ground as he continued down the halls, his ruby colored eye's fixated on the ceiling, somewhat oblivious to the world around him.
His clothing could be seen to be loose, a little too loose. The only thing keeping his trousers on was the black belt that tightened around his waist, a tail ripping through just beneath it. The clothing on his upper body covered all but his arms, even his neck being hidden by his neckbrace. On his right arm, the number "10" was in clear sight. Although it marked his ranking within the Espada, Methias didn't care for rank, only living for the chance to see those around him suffer.
Truth be told, Methias was lost. He had only been in the grand palace for a mere week, and still hadn't got aquanted with the magnificient place. This didn't bother him, however. He just wanted to find something to do. Boredom, such a terrible thing. He truly longed for a chance to destroy someone's very mind. Unlike most of his kind, who enjoyed causing death to whomever stood in their way, Methias delighted in causing a fate worse than death. Eternal madness. To see someone fearing for their very life, all the while slowly becoming nothing more than a vegetable bought about more pleasure than a swift death ever could. Most of his victims ended their own life, much more satisfying.
His feet eventually led him to a whole new place, a huge, grand room. Several seats could be seen in plain view, along with a table to sit around. Methias had a seat on this table, the lowest ranking, but still there. His eye's glanced across each and every seat, firstly thinking it was empty, before noticing another in the room, sitting on the grandest seat in all of Las Noches. The Primera's throne.
Staring blankly at this new being, it was someone he had never seen. Although he hadn't met many of the Espada, he could only assume that this being was the Segunda Espada, although even the truly insane may have doubt in their mind. His lips grew into a snarl, another growl escaping through it. This didn't seem agressive, however, it was simply how his upbringing had left him, his mind being eternally warped. Luckily enough, the Espada didn't take into account mental instability when deciding their ranks.
Moving forwards, he climbed up onto his seat, simply continuing to snarl and watch the new arrival. Seeing as how he was sitting, Methias thought it was what he was expected to do. Nothing more than an animal? Maybe in this state, but such was the will of those who created him. With a sudden change, his snarl lowered to an emotionless state. A chance meeting, or something that would affect the future of Methias' life? Only time could tell.
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Leaning back into the chair, Methias began to examine the room, suddenly ignoring the male who was sat in the Segunda seat. Truth be told, he had somewhat struggled to pay attention to something for more than a few moments, his mind as wild as he. Las Noches was, in his own opinion, an oddity. Marble, something of royalty, decorated the castle within the sand. However, the Arrancar.. They weren't royalty, they were murderer's, thieves and rapists. Scum, you could say. Such beings who belonged locked in a cell for all eternity. Could they really think so highly of themselves? Damn right, everything fun in the world was that they manifest, so why the hell not enjoy it? A grin grew on his lips.
Madness, chaos, insanity. It was all the same thing. And Methias loved it all. Creating chaos by making his opponent become insane, something that only a mad man could do. It was something else to enjoy it. A sudden burst of laughter escaped his lips, a look that would send a chiver down the spines of knights growing within his eye's. "Another wolf, 'eh?", a voice could be heard in the distance, not too far away, coming from the segunda's seat, apparently. Methias' facial expressions returned to nothingness, as his eye's fixated once more on the man.
Wolves. Pack. Family. Three things that would mean nothing more than a group of animals to most could but bring Methias' most precious memories back to him, if they weren't long forgotten. Some people cherish their past, some people detest it. Methias? He couldn't care less. His memories as a wolf pack human were destroyed as he became a Hollow, along with any kindness he had left to give. All that was left within him was but an empty void where a heart should have been, and a desire to inflict a fate worse than death upon others who would so foolishly attempt to attack him head on. Idiots, all of them.
Returning to reality, Methias ran the metal claw attached to his right hand across his face, a small slice following down his cheek. Blood dripping from the wound, it was clearly obvious that this being didn't feel the slightest bit phased by the situation, and was merely, for some reason, trying to calm himself down. His head nodded on it's own, in responce to the apparent Segunda Espada's question, although the very ice he tried to break was holding up as strong as ever, mostly due to Methias' stubborn and twisted nature.
Moving from his seat, he returned to his all-fours position, making his way towards the Segunda's seat. As he did, he took note of all visible numbers upon the man's very body. Although most were hidden, he quickly noticed the "II" on his cheek, showing that he was either the current Segunda Espada, or more likely, a previous. Not one to ever consider a rank a remote idea of anothers strength, Methias kept his guard up, albeit he still seemed as relaxed as ever. Making a few grunting noises, Methias attempted to communicate to the male to no avail, although one who may be able to mildly understand these noises were an attempt to know more about who was before them.
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The ex-second... Methias' initial impression seemed to be right on the mark. An Arrancar who was stripped from his rank and employed into the Privion, such a pity, seeing as this very being was, to say the least, strong. Any Arrancar who was the Segunda deserved respect, even if they no longer held such a rank. Could Methias himself make it to such a state of respect? Probably, he knew deep within that his abilities could turn the strongest of beings to mere puppets, controlled by the masters firm yet delicate hands. But alas, would the primera know of the chaotic power he possessed? The answer was a firm no. Not a single being in this godforsaken land knew of what Methias could do to them if he considered doing so. Just the way he liked it.
This Arrancar who stood before him.... The ex-Segunda... He too was akin to Methias. They both had goals. Methias, he was easy to please. Gaining respect from the other Arrancar was the first step, although that was somewhat difficult in his current mindset. However, to do so would be to move up in the Espada rankings. A truly boring task, but alas, it was something to do. Once this respect was gained, he intended to do all in how power to achieve his ultimate goal... Death to the human race. And doing so would be all-so simple. Using his superior manipulation abilities bought on by the feast of illusions he had at his disposal, he would manipulate the very Espada to do his ideals... But this was a long way off yet. First, he had to continue communicating with his fellow wolf.
Zoning back to reality, his eye's moved from the Tattoo'd "II" to his apparent allies eye's. Could it be that their goals were similar? Probably. This arrancar was clearly a pridefilled man, who's initital goal was clearly to become the Segunda Espada once more. This would likely result in an inevitable battle between the two of them, but that wouldn't be for a while now. Even so, not one knew one single thing about the other, opening a whole door of possibilities. The very thought of such an event bought a smile upon the face of the young-looking Espada, before he casually nodded at the man. Things were going to get interesting.
It wasn't every day something with considerable strength walked into Methias' life.
Moving away from the man, Methias moved to his hind legs, or normal legs to someone who hadn't shared the same upbringing as he. Eventually standing beside the huge, marble wall, he placed the tip of his claw upon it, the marble being carved instantly, the scratches gradually forming a word. The embodiment of eternal madness, the ruiner of lives, the most twisted mind in the whole of the Espada... "Methias" was his name, and this name was but reflected on the marble wall.
Turning back to the fellow wolf, he tapped the bottom of the "S", twice, in an attempt to get the name out of the ex-Espada. This incapability to talk was but a true irritance, something Methias wish he had picked up from the scum of the earth, the humans. His eye's seemed to lose interest in the general goings on, but he still stood and waited, while his mind slowly wondered away to another place. The home of empty darkness and devastation around every corner, his own twisted yet amazingly fun world.
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Zoning away from what would have been a very strained conversation, Methias found himself in a strange yet wonderful place, voices echoing all around him, screams of innocent lives being destroyed, blood raining from the sky. Heaven? Not to most, to say the least, but it was the closest thing he could imagine it to be. As the red rain decended from the sky, the very landscape began to morph into the cities that the humans built, destroying the beauty of nature with their horrendous creations of destruction and chaos. Such a reckless disregard for what was their before, costing the lives of many of the animals that reigned before them.
The pendulum continued to swing, every tick followed by a familiar tock. Time seemed to move forward in correlation to the pendulums swings, the humans own world falling apart, much like the world they claimed as their own. Clearly karma would eventually bite humanity in the rear, as Methias' visions showed. Such was the will of the gods. Those who destroy will be destroyed themselves, those who give shall recieve. A curse to all living beings? Of course. But the beauty of it was that nobody could tell when it would occur. Fates twisted game, something of marvelous beauty and horror. With a sudden echoing screech, the world within Methias' mind crumbled into mere nothingness, returning to the hall of Espada's rule.
His eye's once again fixating on the fellow Arrancar, the name "Skaeith" came to his mind. Had he heard it during his mental slumber? Most likely, it was the most logical explanation. Being able to absorb information like a sponge was truly a brilliant feat to have, atleast it was the case while his mind warped elsewhere. He wasn't sure how much time had passed, although he felt sure that Skaeith's voice broke his creations. A pity, he was just starting to enjoy them.
As Methias finally took in the name, his head nodded slightly in responce to the name, showing he had put the name to the face. Although he put off a creature-like vibe, behind such insanity, Methias was truly a genious. A mind to be reckoned with, and a strategic master. Although not many could ever consider this side of him as real, he showed enough intellect at the right times to make people doubt he was nothing more than a creature of chaos, madness and destruction. If only he could speak, and remove the chains that kept his wolf-like tendancies close to his heart. However, time would only loosen these chains, and then he would recieve the respect and fear he so rightfully deserved.
Moving to his hind legs once more, he took on a more human posture, placing his right "Claw" on his hip, before smirking slightly. Moving his left hand in a wave, it became apparent that Methias had grown bored of this conversation, his thoughts wondering off elsewhere. Feeling his feet move towards the exit, he continued to walk normally until he reached the door, once more falling to his all-fours position and exiting the room. His first meeting with an Arrancar who spoke to him would surely not be something he would forget in a hurry.
>>Exit<<
All in the same topic from a previous RP. This is essentially the character I have placed infront of you today, however, there is a few changes in his personality. These were done about a year ago, and as such, my RPing quality has improved somewhat. Here's a more recent post of mine: - Spoiler:
It was amazing how quickly his plan had began to work. Within a few mere moments, his 'ally' on this day had appeared before him, surging around the streets before him, quickly opening his mouth to speak. Methias could have heard this, with his acute sense of hearing, however, while what he said may well have been interesting, this Arrancar truly couldn't bring himself to listen to much more than the first few words. Why? Because conversation bored him. He was a man of action, who thrived off of destruction and chaos. His previous action of destroying a small store was but the first step of an unthinkable chaos that was about to be unleashed upon Karakura Town, if someone didn't arrive to atleast attempt to stop them now.
Looking over at the younger Arrancar, he couldn't help but grin manically as he saw a single card hit a five story building, causing it to eventually crash down to the ground, taking the lives of the pitiful humans who lived there. Fools. So weak and disgusting. Shortly after the building had met its end, the Priviron had finally made it to where Methias was, opening his mouth to speak once again, however, this time Methias had no choice but to listen. "Isn't this wonderful... We have the whole city as our playground." was its choice of words. Funny. Methias was just thinking the same thing. Yet, this mindless chaos was no fun without someone trying to stop them. How long was it to be until a worthy opponent was to reveal themselves? The answer to that was apparently not very long.
Now standing before Methias, was quite the trendy looking man. Dressed up in what appeared to be a formal dress suit, this Arrancar tilted his head slightly in confusion of the attire. Why someone would even consider wearing such a suit in this weather was simply a mystery in itself, let alone how this man was moving so quickly while wearing it. It clearly wasn't a suit made for battle, although this person seemed to have some form of spiritual awareness and skill to say the least. A human with a large Reiryoku supply, perhaps a Quincy was the most likely occurance. Methias himself had never actually had combat with a Quincy before, but to his knowledge, they used spiritrons in the air to create a bow and arrow which could then be used in combat for effective, fast, and almost deadly ranged combat. But could such a being truly pose a threat to a member of the might of the Espada? Likely, yet unlikely all the same. Perhaps against the lower members of the Espada this being could show his true skill, but against the likes of the higher ranks, those that would kill without a single warning, and that would attack relentlessly, the outcome was much more favorable to the Arrancar. Heck, this was a two on one situation, atleast until the 'boy' opened his mouth.
With a loud 'Oi!', Methias was finally bought to real attention. Someone was definately a wee bit upset with the destruction of Karakura Town. A pity, but nonetheless, he had asked for this by unleashing his Reiatsu into the air for all to feel. Placing but a single hand on his head, he listened as he was called an 'Albino Reject', and how he was challenged to a one on one fight with him. His grin turning to a smirk, Methias raised his hand, gesturning to the other Arrancar to stay alert for any other interferances. Letting out but a manic laughter, he couldn't help but feel as if this was going to be highly amusing to say the least. A bit of overconfidence could definately be seen by those who looked upon him, but he likely had every right to be so confident. Hollows were, after all, the strongest creatures in existance, and this one here had removed his mask at the legendary Vasto Lorde state. Before even removing his mask, he was stronger than most Captain level Shinigami, and the removal only increased this gap further. This child knew not who he was speaking to. He probably didn't even realise that this Arrancar was amongst the Elite of the Elite.
The sound of static then penetrated the ears of all who were around him, followed by the distinct disappearance of Methias' body. It almost looked as if he had teleported, but anyone who had seen an Arrancar fight would have known that this was Sonido, the Arrancar equivilent of Shunpo and Hirenkyaku. Within this single bound, he was now standing face to face with the Quincy, his right, clawed hand darting towards his stomach at an incredible speed. This was by no means undodgable, but would have definately posed an immediate threat to those who weren't use to high speed, hand to hand combat. The plan was simple, appear, attack, disappear. This would likely give him the most effective way of combating a ranged fighter, judging by the infinite shaped bow he was now carrying. If he cannot be seen, he cannot be fired at. Yes, making the opponent fight at Methias' pace was definately his strong point. After the initial attack, if contact was made or not, Methias would have used Sonido once more to immediately disappear from sight, and appear back in his original position. Was today finally about to get truly interesting?
Hope you enjoyed it, they're quite a read for some people, so sorry if i've put too much here.
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