The Worst Kingslayer

[Miranda Frost]

*Clang* *Clang*

A bell sounded off in the distance, yet not to far from where he stood, no doubt this place was on high alert for those white knight guys in which he stole this nifty little bike of theirs. If an alarm sounded, then relief would be sent. Conflict could perhaps ensue, however they would more likely ask Seraph to stand down. His body itched for a fight, but not with other lowly servants such as himself, only the Gold Man interested him. It was said he was strong. Seraph wanted to put this to the test.

It would be silly to say he was excited. It was obviously so by the wide, sharp grin upon his face, arms crossed while tapping his foot impatiently against the dusty ground.

Finally.. the response he was waiting for was finally here. Sure this little furry beast didn't bring an armed force with her, but Seraph had seen beings wipe cities from existence with a sweep of a finger, or the dropping of a single bomb. Most of Seraph's abilities were stripped upon arriving in this land along with his Pesquisa, his ability to accurately locate and measure spiritual pressure and energy. Until this little woman decided to move, attack, or anything else, Seraph would not know what this thing was capable of.

Look at her.. all smug and pleased with her comment as if that would defeat Seraph or turn him away. He didn't know what this Stormtrooper was though.. but he felt he should have. He looked back at his transportation of choice and sighed lowly. Those white knights WERE Stormtroopers.. and this lady thought he was one of them which... didn't strike him right. He looked over his apparel again. He ware his traditional Espada garb, A bleach white robe tied at the waist with a crimson sash in which his zanpakuto was tied to. He didn't wear his wooden mask, so that hung at his side with a thin hempen rope. His uniform was heavily dyed and bloodied from.. well... blood. He wore his headband over his eye to hide a certain something.

His cyan eye trailed over the furry person's form and tilted his head to the side at her. “This is the home of that Gold Guy...right? Storm-trooper? I don’t think you understand.” He coughed and walked forward, drawing his blade that shown a black as dark as night, holding it forward loosely and in a mock defensive manner. If a fight happened, win or lose this furry lady didn't deserve his full potential. THAT was reserved only for the Gold Guy, the man in which Seraph aspired to serve. He stopped some eight or so feet from the lady, holding out his blad with one hand, the point facing the ground and the edge facing her.

“Stop trying to hurt my King. Just tell your boss to leave us alone!”

She leeped forward, a furry mess of emotional issues, as if she were trying to prove something. She swiped at him with her claws but with a twist of his sword, He blocked them with the flat of his blade, but only barely. Had he no prepared himself earlier, even a little, the precision of the strike would have bypassed Seraphs gaurd. He would have been able to shift his defense as he was fast enough, though his stance was very lax. The blade shook under the weight of her strike, Seraph holding her at bay.

"Foolish girl... do I don Stormtrooper armor? Do I brandish their guns?" He frowned disapprovingly at her and brought his hand up, tugging his coat to the side to reveal the bottom of his neck, in which lie a space not occupied by flesh blood bone or clothing. It was a perfect circle at the front of his body and the back and one could see the background as clear as day. "Stormtroopers are human yes? Then why.... am I able to breath, talk, or even move with this gaping hole in my neck? I'll tell you.. because I am an Arrancar.. not a human you ditz"

He growled lowly in warning, his patience wearing thin. "I have no Master girl...Which is why I'm here to see yours.. so.. take me to him"