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SHIIIiiing!
The blade passed flawlessly through the soul reaper's image. As sharp as the blade was, there was no resistance against the metal, no blood stained the cool steel, the blade itself devoid of the warmth that comes with passing through a living body. The creature's massive skull, glanced over its left shoulder, best it could while devoid of any visible neck.
"Huh? Whaz-YOW!"
The creature cried out, a glimpse of light followed by a piercing searing pain within its right shoulder, the light and pain practically occurring synchronously with one another. A visible hole present within its flesh. With blade still extended the Hollow hopped from one foot to the other, though it was difficult to tell if this act was one birthed of pain, anger, or sheer annoyance. It was almost as if the creature was throwing a tantrum. In the midst of the Hollow's fit, the hole present within his shoulder had grown smaller within a moment, smaller still the next, before ceasing to exist altogether. The sparse rays of light, offered by the slowly setting sun caused a gleam, a shimmer to refract along the entirety of Sword Eater's body for the briefest of moments; shown like a pristine blade of the highest quality. The extended blade was no longer present, though possibly retracted back into the heartless creature's body, there was no visibile evidence of such an event ever taking place.
Swiveling on its feet, its glowing yellow eyes leered up towards the hovering Soul Reaper, nostrils flared. The shinigami had earned the ire of Sword Eater. Light once more refracted off the Hollow's form as the Soul Reaper held its partially drawn blade, and within that same, instantaneous ephemeral moment, the nameless Shinigami was face to face with a blade. Mere inches from piercing through his skull, hardly a meter's worth of space separating blade from flesh, and less than a fraction of a second before steel drew blood and pierced through bone, continuing through the opposite end of the boy's skull. Had the hollow launched a blade? Or had the creature merely extended it from his body or any one of its limbs? It was difficult to say, and the annoying soul reaper certainly did not have the time to simply gander and assess. A moment's hesitation, an instant of idleness, a single lapse of judgement could spell the shinigami's very end. Along the bladed edge of the executioner's blade, stemming from its very tip, impossible to perceive with the naked eye, and perhaps even the most astute of observers; an unnerving wavering darkness flowed along the steel-like blade, flush against the unnatural metal that composed it.
If this Soul Reaper believed himself versed and learned in the hollow's abilities, then he was certainly in for the harshest of lessons. There was much more to Sword Eater than meets the eye, and a reason he was so feared by both Shinigami and Hollow alike. Saliva continued to steadily drip from its almost, perpetually open maw, mouth constantly watering, the hollow ever hungry for power. Though this shinigami could hardly account for a meal to abate its appetite, he would certainly do for a little snack. He couldn't WAIT to get a taste of this zanpakuto. A disheartening grin gracing its massive visage, eyes narrowed in euphoric delight.
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