Akira Bessho
Willow zipped outside of Hueco Mundo in a flash of Sonido static. He'd called out one of the Arrancar because he was looking to fight, honestly. Willow was itching to stretch his muscles, and the flame of battle was stoked in his heart - such was the fate of any fire user, really. The Arrancar let out a breath, slow and controlled as a light breeze blew across the desert. Willow took the moment to begin stretching lightly as the dust and fine sands blew around him in a whirlwind. Cracking his neck, Willow grinned as he felt the battle-lust rising up from within.