What goes bump in the night...[Katsuo]

There were words floating in the air, calmly sprinkling along the wind and being picked up. He didn't like this; today was his special day. A day that would allow him to relax and just, get away from all the noise and dangerous flesh eating monsters that roamed inside the hollow, dark forests of hueco mundo. He wanted to sleep, he wanted to relax, but someone just ruined that chance. And oh how he was going to ruin their day all the same. Zeek turned his head, looking down at the noise producing creature, his silver eyes locking onto his targets. He had some power, but it wasn't enough to register. Perhaps that's how he escaped Zeeks Radar like ability.

Letting out a long sigh, and turning his body to fall off of the branch, he landed in front of the young human. He grinned, standing straight up, towering over the young man by a whole four inches. This was going to be too easy, perhaps the boy would run off before Zeek actually had to do any fighting. But he was already up, where would the fun be if he ran off? Zeek placed both hands on his hips, his voice booming. He wanted to sound as menacing as possible. "What do you want, boy? You better have a good reason for disturbing me. I was really enjoying my sleep." Zeek moved both of his hands, placing them behind his back, grasping the ends to each of his daggers.

During this time(the time the boy would formulate a response), Zeek would assess his small opponent. He wasn't sure why he approached Zeek, of all things. He was sure he could feel his power, even if he were suppressing it. Did this boy even know who Zeek was? Did he know what Arrancar were? These were all question the older man asked himself. Zeek squinted his eyes before arching a brow. Perhaps this boy could be more useful to him than he had first thought. Time would only tell though.

Zeek could hear the hesitation in his voice. The fear that resided within his aura. He could feel it, but that didn't mean Zeek cared. This little brat disturbed his rest. He just wanted a break after all that had been happening within Hueco Mundo. But no, this little child brought himself into a world he didn't want any part of. That of course wouldn't become apparent until it was already too late; he wouldn't come to regret it until he was already on the floor with a large blade shoved through the center of his chest. And then, when it was all said and done, Zeek would tear that unnecessary chain through his chest and he would soon realize just WHAT he had gotten himself into.

That, however, would have to wait. First thing was first, he needed to show this boy just what he had done. At least he seemed willing to defend himself; that was a good sign, strength of heart was necessary to bear the true hatred that was a hollows life. Oh, this was going to be good. Zeek hands finally grasped the ends of his daggers, pulling them both from either side of his person, and with a quick jolt of his hand snapped them both into place. A ready combat position. Oh, the humans might see hm? "well then. They'll at least have a show..." With a sinister grin spreading across his features, Zeke cracked through the air with a resounding sonido. Appearing on the other side of the boy. During that movement, whether the boy saw him and could react, or not, Zeek attempted to slash his arm open, right along the shoulder blade.

He turned, pointing the blade toward him. A cero was starting to charge, gathering energy until it met it's singularity, and it's peak. A second later it fired off toward the young man. Zeek was trying to kill him, no, not yet. He wanted him to suffer, to feel the absolute feeling and weight of despair before he'd kill him. He wanted to see if this boy was worth bringing over.

Zeek was happy; this young man was tough. He didn't even flinch as the blade entered and promptly exited his arm. This young man had tolerance perhaps equivalent to his own but that part didn't matter. This young man had a sword, and he was willing to fight! That's all that mattered now. To win, and survive, or lose and be killed by the arrancar. That was this young mans two options, and if he wanted to succeed in the former, reacting faster than before was going to be necessary. Zeek arched a brow as the young man dipped to the side, releasing some sort of power; what was he up to? Were those...flames?

The cero fired up, the beam had made contact with the young man, but it didn't seem to cut off his arm. He wondered, was his cero lacking? No, impossible. He had one of the best Ceros around, even among some of the Espada. No this young man's flames had to have been something else. Were they part of his own power? Zeek wanted to see the full extent of his powers, but how? He didn't seem to want to talk, and if Zeek went all out, and released his true power then the young man may die too early. It was quite the predicament. Yet, the man himself had seemingly introduced his own solution to this problem. Perhaps remove the weapon, and he'd be forced to use more and his powers, and less of his weapon.

Sliding his foot from one side to the other, he faced the man entirely, bringing both blades in useable formation. He moved his arms, and subsequently, his hands in such a way that he was able to block the fury of attacks. His body shifting from position to position and twirling his daggers around just enough to simply push the blade away. He needed the proper strike to come his way. Waiting, waiting. There! He blocked the strike, holding in place before shifting his dagger enough so the blade was grinding against his, then, bringing his second dagger down, blade facing the broad end of the sword, Zeek had two intentions. Knocking the blade out of his hand, or completely cutting the blade into three pieces making it absolutely unusable.

He didn't care one way or another how it worked itself out, shifting his body slightly, he used his high speed movement, and stepped back roughly fifteen feet from the young man, bringing both fists up, and snapping two quick balas his way. This was becoming too fun. And hopefully the young man had plenty of powers that he could come up with to entertain Zeek for long enough.

Zeek arced a brow at the young man. Where before he was on the offensive, now he wanted to play it defensively? What could have made him change his mind so quickly? It could have been the fierceness given to him by the Arrancar. The sheer force of the hit enough to send chills down his spine, or perhaps fear. He wasn't sure, really. Though now that he thought about it, he didn't really care. He wanted to wait, to play it cool? Well, Zeek would have no problem bringing the young man down; slowly, painfully until it was time to rip his heart out with his blade. It was strange, normally Zeek wouldn't have been so inclined to kill, or to fight, but recent happenings made him love the feeling. A wild grin spreading across his features, his eyes closing for but a moment.

"Are you afraid, hm? I'd understand if you were, but to think that such weak attacks made you act this way...what would you do if I released my true self?" A wild cackle escaped from his lips, his eyes opening before his feat started moving forward, toward the human. He was still interested in his powers, how he became what he was now, but he was more interested in making him eventually turn. The distance between the two of them was gradually dwindling, he see the boys expressions. Perhaps it wasn't fear, but anger. Anger at him? He wondered. Stopping before striking distance of the young man Zeek sighed and smiled.

"I want this to last, to see what you're capable of, but I also want to go back to sleep. It's been a long few weeks." Zeek threw both of his daggers into the air, his voice seemingly drifting off of his lips like a cool breeze. "La vida y la luz se entrelazan" As the words stopped, the blades began their descent to the ground. However, before they could reach their dirt grave Zeek placed both blades upon the palms of his hands in mid-air, slamming them into the ground. It was like time slowed for but a moment, as blue lines of light started sprawling outward from his mask fragment. Eventually being completely overtaken by the light.

As the light overcame the area, Zeek stood, no longer humanoid. No, he was instead completely remade, a large crown like mask over taking his head from his eyes up. A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he erected his entire body, standing nearly four feet above the young man. Though the Arrancar couldn't see anymore, he could smell the young man, hear his heart beat, feel his breathing from the vibrations in the ground. His senses were amplified past that of a normal person and he would use it to test this boy. Dashing forward, Zeek waved his arm toward the ground. From within his forearm a blade extended and after closing the distance, Zeek swiped it from the right to the left, aiming to behead the young proxy.