A Grudge Match

The sunlight streamed down from it's unreachable location in the depths of space, a small ball that let out huge results from what those on Earth could see. Takashi stood there in the dessert that was somewhere in southern Egypt, his back rigid and straight. A single bead of sweat dripped down the back of his neck and down his back, Takashi shuddered slightly as he felt it disappear rather suddenly. "Must have been absorbed by the cloth" Takashi thought to himself as he moved slightly and noted the rustle of clothing from that location. His Hosode had obviously shifted positioning, Takashi's Hosode was rather unique as it had no sleeves and had a slightly shorter pants leg. his Captain's Haori however had stayed in the same position and acted more as a Captain than as an overcoat. Noting the heat in the air Takashi could see how the country of Egypt had gotten it's reputation for high temperature.

Now grabbing hold of his Zanpakutou Takashi twirled it between his fingers idly before he sharpened his attention once more and waited until he felt the approach of his opponent. "No point in waiting and doing nothing right" Takashi whispered to himself before he gripped the handle of the Tanto that was his Zanpakutou. "Come on already punk or else this will have been for nothing" Takashi thought to himself, he had skipped a mission briefing in Soul Society for this and he was not planning on coming back without a win under his belt. Takashi's Zanpakutou took the form of a rather plain looking tanto and the handle was nothing but more of a cylindrical bar of what appeared to be wood.

Zilo could not believe that the shinigami he had meet in the soul society would choose such a place as Egypt for them to battle.The sunlight was beating down on him hard with the heat it was letting off. The sand around him didn't help adding to the situation at all. He was dressed in his arrancar outfit. It had a open chest and was like a long no sleeve trench coat. He had on his white baggy looking pants and his sandals. every time he would take a step the softness of the sand would get in between his feet. The sun most have been the worst though. The air it self didn't help. Carrying the sand in it with the heat. It made your mouth cry out for water. He had his zanpaktou hidden from site. He had been slouching all the way here. Why the hell would someone choose a place like this to settle a damn grudge match. He looked ahead of him and saw a figure with his back straight up and his sword already drawn in his hand. It looked like a small tanto. He knew by the spiritual pressure who this man was he encountered him in the soul society. He attempted to smile but more was smirking at the guy. He stood straight. The heat made him start sweating even though he was just walking.

He knew that the shinigami was serious this time. By his facial details looking stern at him and calling him a punk. He studied him for a second then realized that he wasn't wanting to mess around. He summoned his Zanpaktou to his side a dew it form his black sheath. The sheath vanished like there was nothing there at all. His white katana seemed to glow in the suns radiant rays. His smile seemed almost like that of a insane man. The hilt on his sword was golden and was at least a good 2 feet long while the rest of it was pure 6 feet of steel. He held it up and examined it for any dents. He then put it down."Why did you choose a fucking place like the desert to end our little quarrel?" he had asked because if the shinigami didn't kill him this heat sure would.