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Recognition matters little. If someone knows her, then they know her. She hasn’t taken any precautions to try and stay mysterious. The cloth simply provides a bit of shade from the harsh rays of the sun. Of course, someone that has never met her would know nothing of her existence. Though, it’s a bit rude to presume she’s a Hollow. What else would his words suggest? It sucks he’s not entirely incorrect. She’s not human, nor is she a normal Shinigami. She’s a Vizard that has yet to truly awaken, but she has experienced her Inner Hollow’s contempt for her existence already.
Allowing herself to let any personal grudge spawn because of this man’s lack of tack would do her little good in this situation however. Besides, his question forces her eyes to narrow with curiosity. It seems she has found someone in a position similar to her own, but the sudden shaking does excellent work at disrupting their little talk. Eh? The man’s suddenly over her and behind her with ease as the ground before her explodes outwards kicking up sand, forcing her to move her left arm to cover her eyes to keep the grains out of her vision; her mind racing as she detects Reiryoku building up in a similar fashion to that of a Cero.
Her suspicions are confirmed, quickly, as she moves her arm down slightly to catch sight of the creature that is continuously growing in height, blotting out the sun in the sky and covering her in its hideous shadow. An easy meal, huh? So, that’s what she’s been reduced to in the thoughts of this Adjucha? Unfortunately, it may find itself disappointed. Elyss is no easy meal, and she aims to prove so as her body begins to tighten, preparing to move her own form. Yet, she never gets the chance as the man from before blindsides her out of the way moments before the Cero is launched and crashes into the Earth where she once stood.
Immediately, she felt herself grow in frustration as she pushed herself away from the man as they flew and she skidded across the sandy ground. Spitting sounds escape from her mouth as she shows disgust towards the sand that has gotten into places they should not be on her person. “Alright bucko!”
She exclaimed, pissed and annoyed by the sudden turn of events. First, her dark eyes turned towards the cybernetic man. Next, her gaze focused on the Hollow that continued to grow in height. She’s still pissy about getting grabbed out of the way as she was, but she’s already focusing on the current issue at hand. This is a big Hollow, one she’s not going to be able to simply wrestle to the ground. It reminded her of the giant snake she tussled with a while back. “Eh… So ya hungry, yeah? Well then… Dammit. I’ll show you who’s a fucking meal.”
She brings her fist into her open palm cracking her knuckles, showing that she is obviously prepared to fight this giant mass of negativity that some poor soul transformed into. The man will find himself ignored however as if his presence doesn’t matter despite how he intervened. The redhead seems strangely excited, but still, one may think this way above her capabilities. Heh, it doesn’t seem to bother her.