Gin watched it. It looked oddly plantlike, but it clearly wasn't. There was no wind for it to be wiggling in and yet wiggle it did. He rubbed his eyes and turned his attention to Ulquiorra.
"What d'you say you give it a poke?" He grinned, gesturing at the weird little filament with one hand.
Well, they could do with seeing the thing. Gin could, at any rate. It had almost killed the Ryoka and caused serious problems for Ulquiorra himself. Aizen had taken no pleasure in informing him that he didn't stand a coeurl in Hagsmire's chance of beating it. If it proved too much for even him, they could skidaddle, but Gin had a feeling he had enough tricks up his sleeve for even a Weapon.
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Date: 2017-05-29 09:07 pm (UTC)"What d'you say you give it a poke?" He grinned, gesturing at the weird little filament with one hand.
Well, they could do with seeing the thing. Gin could, at any rate. It had almost killed the Ryoka and caused serious problems for Ulquiorra himself. Aizen had taken no pleasure in informing him that he didn't stand a coeurl in Hagsmire's chance of beating it. If it proved too much for even him, they could skidaddle, but Gin had a feeling he had enough tricks up his sleeve for even a Weapon.