Quintus was walking through the quincy hospital's forest, the fresh air breathing on his face. his white quincy uniform following the wind, his long brown hair following it as well, his light hazel eyes glowing in the dark shade in the trees, well, time for a break from training, i can't believe saying if the quincy were to join with the arrancar or not was on my shoulders........but it was for the good of the race, Quintus thought to himself, depressingly, he sighed, and entered a small clearing in the forest, a large boulder sitting in the middle of it. Quintus shunpo'd onto it and lay down, bathing in the sun beating down on the rock, the warmth engulfing him in confidence. But he was still troubled, how was he going to know if the arrancar found no use in the race? well that question was easy to answer, but then it didn't worry him so much, because an invasion on the shinigami would be nearly unpractical without range fighters.
Quintus sat up, crosing his legs over another, and reached into his messengers bag. what he pulled out of it, was a small snack of dried meat, as quintus took a bite out of it, flavors began to dance inside his mouth. it tasted delicious, just how he liked it. he looked around, all of a sudden he felt a rather strange spirit pressure nearby, and it wasnt that of a quincy or arrancar, but a shinigami.
Quintus shunpo'd onto a tree branch, and kneeled, his arm outstretched to the right, and on his wrist was a knifelike quincy cross. Quintus absorbed the spirit pressure needed to summon his bow but did not use it yet, he wanted to confirm it was a normal shinigami and not just a captain trying to desguise himself as a normal one, that would be trouble.
Quintus began to hide his spiritual pressure, until it was that of a small hollow's. The shinigami couldn't possibly expect anything. Quintus stayed focused, eyes scaning the trees, every corner every shadow, until he thought all was clear. So he waited for his opponent to appear before him, and fight for his life if he so had to.
