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The Setting: Deep within the sands of Hueco Mundo, there lies a certain desert, a sort of Hell. The air is almost completely free of moisture, and the ground is cracked and broken, like those that inhabit this cruel place. This desert, which the few locals and the very, very few Hollows that have survived it, prefer to simply call it "La Muerte Tranquila", or the Quiet Death. At any one time, only three or four Hollows are in this 25 mile by 25 mile stretch of godforsaken land. The land is always cold, and the ground would frost over, if there were any water to freeze in the first place. A single tree lies in the exact center of this area, composed of a crystalline substance that definitely isn't wood. This tree is said to have been the first thing in Hueco Mundo, and allegedly contains the soul of the first Hollow, Cain. It has survived for all time, and no matter the attack, nothing seems to even chip it.

The Cast:
Atiero Valcuron: The powerful king of the Arrancars, he stands proudly, awaiting his opponent's first move.

Kenshin Hiroshi: The equally powerful, but probably more scary, Leader of the Royal Guard, leans nonchalantly against Cain.

I grant you...

Atiero stood still, his arms folded across his chest. A very gentle breeze had blown across La Muerte, bringing with it a faint scent of blood. Sniffing in astonishment, and just a little disgust, Atiero unfolded his arms, rolling back his shoulders with a sigh of pleasure. The lean, massive man proceeded to stretch, bouncing gently on his toes for a moment, until the familiarity of an enormous spiritual pressure hit him. Sputtering for just a few moments before he composed himself, Atiero simply stopped moving.

His whole body still, his heart rate smooth and controlled, the Espada King began to hum an old tune, a melody he only faintly remembered. It brought forth images of his homeland, his Empire. The tune began to grow in power, until it was loud enough to be heard throughout all of La Muerte Tranquila.

"Such a sad, sad day it was." The Hollow king whispered, mostly to himself.

Atiero finished his tune, sure that his oldest enemy would hear it. His chest heaved once, seemingly defeated.

"I suppose there's nothing to it. I always did respect you, but now, there is no other choice. Only one of us will leave this land, but I know not which. Only more violence will be ensured by this fight." He said to no one in particular, drawing his sword with a massive amount of reiatsu expulsion, killing everything else in La Muerte quietly and painlessly.

Ultimate Peace.

Mood ~ Bored
State ~ Sealed
Power Level ~ 5% at the beginning of post, 10% at the end.
Location ~ Beach

I grant you...

Atiero's whole body tensed for a moment, before shifting the right ever so slightly, so that the blade came down on his shoulder, instead of his head. The blade cut him, but only barely, as Atiero's hierro was famed throughout Hueco Mundo. Wincing in pain, he shoved out with his left palm, pushing the extremely powerful man away from him. Grabbing his own scabbard, he re-sheathed his sword, before unsheathing it again, coming at Kenshin with a simple horizontal slash.

"Why are you here? My kind have no words with you, shinigami."

Atiero's mind was in a bit of a fuzz. Initial shock at seeing his oldest enemy soured to distaste at the direct attack, and now he was interested again. Why would Kenshin be here? There were definitely other Captains if he wanted to thin out the hollows, and no arrancar under Atiero's command had struck at any major shinigami or human settlements in months.

Ultimate Peace.

Mood ~ Bored
State ~ Sealed
Power Level ~ 5% at the beginning of post, 10% at the end.
Location ~ La Meurte

I grant you...

Atiero swung out of the way, twisting his torso to the side to avoid the swing that would have otherwise pierced through even his powerful hierro like a hot knife through butter. The massively imposing Espada king stepped back, jumping out of the way of his clearly irate opponent. Scowling deeply, he drew his own blade again, simply holding it aloft for his opponent to see.
“What’s going on here? My men have not touched yours, Shinigami.” Atiero spoke the final with clear disgust, spitting it out as if it were acid. He was clearly not amused in the slightest at his oldest opponent’s unwarranted intrusion into his abode.

Atiero simply stood there, his cloak flapping gently in the slight, almost unnoticeable breeze that constantly pervaded all of Hueco Mundo. Usually, it smelled slightly of death, as all things in Hueco Mundo were in a constant state of battle, but in this arid, inhospitable place the wind was stale, simply hot air washing over both combatants, stifling them both and causing them to sweat profusely, regardless of the effort that was being put into their battle.

Ultimate Peace.

Mood ~ Apprehensive
State ~ Sealed
Power Level ~ 10%
Location ~ La Meurte