Alexander Hydroso
Captain of Squad Nine
Alexander arrives back at his shop full of boredem. Looking towards the wall, he seizes a hammer and some scrap metal from a bin and goes to work. Thoughts rushed through his head as he pounded away at the metal. A new enemy? He finds this thought interesting. He thought the Arrancars were bad, but the way the head captain talked, they Kitsunes seemed stronger. A fight was on their hands. A bloody fight.
The hammer came straight down on Alex's finger, and he yelped in pain. "Dear god!" he said and waved his hand real fast like the pain would simly fly off his finger. It has happened several times before, and like the past, his finger swelled. He went to the bucket of cold water and dipped his hands it. Soot melted off like snow in a desert. Cupping the water to his face, the soot there too melted off. Now he looked more presentable, and headed to find one of the other captains.
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"Δεν φοβάμαι ενός στρατού υπό την ηγεσία των λεόντων από ένα πρόβατο? Φοβάμαι ενός στρατού υπό την ηγεσία των προβάτων από ένα λιοντάρι."
(I am not afraid of an army of lions led by a sheep; I am afraid of an army of sheep led by a lion.)
-Alexander the Great
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