The Strip[LAS VEGAS INVASION]

It didn't boom, or resonate, or echo strangely. That would've been too showy for a man who had no real desire to rule. Instead, it droned out from every lamp-post, every billboard, every electronic signal within a mile of the combatants. It spoke in a pleasant, amused tone, one that conveyed not the slightest bit the details at stake here. He sounded as if he were making a public service announcement about a hurricane warning, or an amber alert. Cold, dry, and detached throughout.

"Attention, citizens. A hollow incursion has occurred. I'm currently in the process of pacifying it, with the aid of Gotei representatives. At this time, the threat level is still moderate. I would advise all of you to find the nearest reinforced room of whatever building you're staying in. Remember that sekiseki stone must surround you on all four sides to offer any significant protection. To those invaders who may be listening, I will say this once: You are currently free to leave at any time. I have no intention of chasing down or seeking vengeance on any of you who felt encouraged by the words and presence of an alpha. Leave immediately, before this debacle is resolved, and you will be assumed blameless.

The lad eagerly awaited the question that he would never receive, fuming in an infant state of anger before it was broken by the quick inhale of air in a comical response to the emergency alert sent out to the surrounding area. He wouldn't intrude on this alert, as it didn't matter where Yaksha directed the citizens of the city. He would command his army to hunt them and slaughter them, converting their sinful lives into the very essence that would expand his army even more. With a snort he choked himself up slightly, then he would do just that. He was crouching down as he inhaled air at a high volume.

"Alright, you heard him! They're all going to be hiding, spread out, and make me proud! Complete the mission, whoever fucks up the most humies will be granted my highest praise! Miia, don't let these lowlife Shinigami stand in your way." The foul-mouthed brat would exclaim at the top of his lungs, taking a few breaths to regain his composure afterward. The Hollow troops that flooded the streets beneath them began to rally, letting out a monstrous, collaborative roar that shook the still air.

But, he was tired of all this yammering on. It had gone on for too long, now. He was ready to begin the fun, and his eyes were settling on the Captain before him. Whether she had more to say to Yaksha or not, he cared not. He gave him his time, but that didn't mean he was going to allow any to her. This was an invasion after all, and it was being held as if it were some political occasion. No, this was an act of terrorism, and he wasn't going to let fair play get in the way of his efforts.

Fastening his grip upon the hilt of his Zanpakuto, Kuta let the threshold beneath his foot slide back. Lowering his head and his mind entering a meditative state, he readied himself for the impending doom that he was to reak upon the Shinigami Captain, Murasaki. A slow and steady inhale through his nostrils rose the hairs on the back of his neck, the beginning of the epic battle closing in with each passing moment. Exhaling from his pressed teeth letting out a hiss as the heat of his breath created a white plume of carbon dioxide as his mind steadied on only the precise motions of his attack.

His foot driving the force of his body forward, the reishi beneath his feet arcing with the soles of his shoes as his body was sent into a tremendous stride toward Murasaki. Lightning trailed him, followed by a distinct clap that was akin to the previous Sonido. This wouldn't be a Sonido. However, it would just be a testament to his raw speed infused with his explosive power. Drawing his sword just as he reached her vicinity, unsheathing and resheathing his weapon as he passed the woman, attempting to decapitate her skull from her neck. Her speed was rivaled to that of his own, so he was sure that it would take much more than this singular attack to end her, but he wished to be the pistol that started the race in his actions.

"Catch me if you can!"

He'd continue his movement in a childish manner, springing off with another thunderous Sonido before firing a series of Balas to the city from the aerial perspective the combatants stood from, in attempts to disrupt the resilient power grid. His puerile games were sure to get under the skin of his opponent, but he only wished to finish his mission, kill the captain, and go back to doing nothing again in the comfort of his home.

"Fucking technology, just die already!"

He shouted, moving from one location to the next as he laid waste to the city, announcing his hatred for man's unyielding strive to overcome nature's will to disrupt human's day-to-day lives. His movements were erratic, but he would travel in fifty-foot intervals. Giving himself time to fire a Bala before the loud clap of his Sonido resonated again. He'd rinse and repeat until he was stopped, whether he only be able to do it once, or ten times. The efforts made to turn the city to a crater in attempts to dismantle the power grid would be unwavering. His horns would send out a wave of energy consistently, known as the Arrancar's Perquisa, to alert him of her movements toward him, if any. His attempts to kill two birds with one stone would come into play. Would she play the hero and stop his attacks, or would she fight him head on? Whichever it may be, there was blood to be shed, and he wasn't going to let up on an opportunity such as this.

It was the time that the Espada rendered a swift execution to those that faltered in the path of a Hollow's natural lineage. Those that fell out of line were to be swallowed whole, with no remorse. Weaker beings that couldn't contend in the harsh environments and lack of politics that plagued the lands of Hueco Mundo. The term survival of the fittest held most true to their homeland, as it was a dog eat dog world, and there was no room for strays. They'd be chased down and put in their proper place: the ground. Once this obstacle was clear of his way, he'd be the one to deal the killing blow to the dog that broke its leash.