Predators

Swimming Sharks
The world was still sitting on the edge of its seat.

The had shaken this world, and soon after, the incident orchestrated by the  did so once again. The vast world was balancing itself on the last vestiges of order before complete chaos would blanket it once more.

Now, a civil conflict had reared its head.

Within the desolate, white desert of and its endless sands, there was but one construct of civilization standing at its center:. A series of buildings that appeared almost ancient in their architecture, and yet they withstood the test of time and conflict for so many years.

Within the confines of the grey complex, were the sounds of frightened screams, as one after another, corpses of were spilled onto the floor. The perpetrator behind these corpses had soon overtaken them, taking one leap at a time in pursuit without an intention of stopping. Her blade was drawn, and she approached her opponents at a frightening pace.

, the former Tres Espada, was the woman responsible for the deaths of the Quincy before her. Although the was a powerful beast in her own right, she was not one to condone aggressive behavior in this manner, and yet, flashes of anger were visible in her eyes.

These Quincy had boldly taken the initiative to strike down Arrancar within Las Noches, under the dutiful watch of Tier Harribel, and as the de-facto leader of these Arrancar, Tier had to abide by a philosophy she followed herself.

“If we produce casualties, we would sustain casualties of our own.”

Of course, the inverse of this statement must also hold weight. And so, she began her chase, as the shark within the vast deserts of Hueco Mundo, to hunt down those rebellious Quincy that were so eager on waging war on these sands once more.

It only took mere moments, and within another step, Tier had reached her next target. She outstretched her arm, and made a horizontal slash all within a single breath. Her strength ignored all resistance from inferior Blut Vene, and even the air would not be able to weaken this blade, as it sought to bifurcate the Quincy before her. The Quincy looked at that blade, and his life flashed before his eyes. Regret welled up within his soul, but who would save him now? From this shark, that sought to devour any trace of rebellion?