A snarl proceeded a deep and vicious growl, while a beast on four legs in the vane of a canine moved as if it was on the prowl. It's body grey in colour, a red and white mask with glowing yellow eyes, its fangs elongated, black and brown fur on its front and hind legs. Claws as dark as the void in which it traversed one step at a time. Its long tail whipped from side to side as it moved accordingly to the will of its master. This hollow, this beast stood two and a half meters tall, high enough for its rider to be perched on its back comfortable. The beast's fur on its back provided the reins by which it is held. Piercing eyes of teal looked out into the distance in contemplation. Soon enough the skies above became distorted as if a jagged blade cut through space. It appeared for a moment as if black blood trickled down from a throat slashed so viciously. A Garagunta had opened up and from it came the one known as The Jackal. His hair blew in the afternoon's breeze while sat atop the canine beast of a hollow. Why was he here? Without wasting any time, The Jackal dismounted the beast and proceeded to stand three feet to the left of it. The Garagunta closed up behind them both as the canine, a jackal accompanied by The Jackal himself laid in wait.

The teal coloured hair Arrancar, he himself had reached the pinnacle of being a hollow. A vasto lorde no doubt who had evolved beyond most of his brethren. From the moment he arrived in the world of the living, his pesquisa went to work. He didn't like unwelcome surprises, especially as he wasn't fully aware of what was taking place. His reason for appearing at a time like this was due to a phenomena which took place. Through some unexplained means, Hueco Mundo was now interacting with the world of the living. The Jackal heard the rumours and wanted to confirm it with his own eyes. Hollows began pouring into the area and have been doing so for quite sometime now. And as anyone can imagine, where there is a strong hollow presence. Shinigami and other pesky peace keepers and hollow haters wasn't far behind. There they were just relaxing at the moment. Some forty meters or so below them was a building top which seemed like a good destination at the moment. All around though, the hollow world was having an impact. The white and dangerous sands of Hueco Mundo could be seen, and at present the area seemed desolate.

It appears as though some humans made a conscious effort to avoid this particular area. The Jackal was here out of pure curiosity, intrigued by the possibilities which had presented itself before. Just what could he learn during his visit? His dreadful Reiatsu washed over the area, the air felt heavy and stifling to those not used to such spiritual pressure. His canine friend got up as they began making their slow descent to the previously mentioned building top.

It seemed as if things had grown out of control after a chunk of Hueco Mundo had encroached upon the World of the Living, and Hollows had begun outpouring into Tokyo. Most seemed to be cannon fodder, but there were some higher-ranking, more powerful examples of the species currently causing havoc among the humans. Several empowered mortals had begun to fight back, and Shinigami were joining in to take on the beasts. The sounds of warfare, the clash of blades and explosions were something that had taken over the night air, the moon hanging solemnly in the sky above.

The Jackal and his steed would have touched down for just a moment, their combined reiatsu hanging dark and heavy in the air before the sound of a blade sliding through a wooden sheath was heard, and all the windows on the building shattered, a large trench seeming to split it in half vertically and beheading the hapless Hollow that the Arrancar had been using to ride around. Whether or not the man himself was caught in the attack, a lone figure appeared in a burst of Shunpo across from him, flicking the gleaming silver edge of his katana to remove any remaining blood. Letting out a sigh, his own reiatsu filling the air and grinding against the Jackal's, the man brushed any dirt off of a sleeveless white haori with the symbol for "Eight" on the back, his equally-sleeveless shihakusho showing the lean muscles built from years of swordsmanship clearly. "My apologies, I had intended for that blow to kill you cleanly. I must be a bit rusty."

Bringing his sword up in a lazy, graceful manner, the Shinigami gave the Hollow a calm look that, combined with eyes the color of brushed steel, oozed both confidence and professionalism. His stance was balanced, equally able to attack or defend depending on the situation. He was hoping for a peaceful resolution, but this likely wouldn't have one. "I am Captain Okami Shiba of the Eight Division. Turn around, Hollow. Head back to where you came from, and this won't have to end in death."

"Woah!". That's all he could say while performing a well timed leap backwards towards the edge of the building top. And luckily he did, otherwise he too would've been a victim like his slain friend. The attack used to eliminate his companion was truly impressive. It was precise and outright dangerous. The Jackal will have to be careful when dealing with this person. "No need, it was a decent strike, just not good enough on that occasion". The Jackal kept a close watch on his opponent and as the man brought his sword up. The Arrancar followed suit, unsheathing his dual wield Zanpakutos at the same time. The blades were as black as night, and along both sides of the blacks were a pack of canines running as of chasing prey. His middle fingers already slipped inside each ring as he prepared himself for what was to come. He was poised for an attack and to defend, leaving almost no opening for his opponent. The blade in his left hand was help with the tip of the blade pointing downwards. Meanwhile the Zanpakuto in his right hand was help in a reverse grip. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Captain Shiba". He stated with a smile before proceeding to introduce himself. "I'm Wolfgang Jakkalera, but my friends refer to me as The Jackal. As for your other request, I will have to decline, since where I came from is right over there". He wanted to direct the Captain's attention to the fact that his home was now in the world of the living. Immediately after speaking the blade in his right hand was sent flying towards the Captain's chest area. Connected to his Zanpakuto is a black thin ribbon like material used to control his blade.

The Jackal figured that he might as well oblige the Captain. After all, the man chose to immediately eliminate the Arrancar without a second thought. As the blade went forwards towards Okami's chest, The Jackal was at the ready, capable of having the blade retract at great speeds. Meanwhile his other Zanpakuto was in waiting, while carefully observing the Captain's movements. He would have to make sure to be on high alert when fighting his opponent. The Jackal was simply brought to the world of the living out of sheer curiosity. He figured that the Shinigami was just there to do his job and save the world from the wicked hollows.

Tipping his head in a respectful manner to the Hollow's comment, Okami's eyes narrowed as he watched carefully. His aim had certainly been off, although the Adjuchas that the Arrancar had been riding would likely beg to differ, but at the same point in time the now-named Jackal had managed to dodge. This wasn't good, not at all. Normal Hollows making nuisances of themselves in the World of the Living was bad enough, but for the handful that were Captain-Class to step in as well? Unbidden, his conversation with Ika came back to his mind before flowing back out as quickly as it had come. This wasn't the time or place.

Glancing briefly over towards the nearby island when it was pointed out but keeping his attention on the other man, the Captain deflected the incoming knife to the side, sidestepping in the opposite direction to avoid dealing with the ribbon following up behind it entirely. Lifting an eyebrow, he'd speak in a completely unimpressed tone of voice. "I apologize, but if you believe that simple tricks like that are enough to defeat a Captain then I'll have to alleviate you of that assumption. Eclipse, Tsukiakari Shojo. Phase 1: Waxing Crescent."

A large burst of reiatsu began to weigh down on the area even further than normal, the blade of the man's Shikai a glowing platinum while the grip had turned a gorgeous white. A stream of black silk ran out from the back of the blade, wrapping loosely around his arm so as to be out of the way. The light seemed to bend around the blade, appearing like a two-handed European sword. Vanishing in a blur of Shunpo, Okami reappeared halfway through a swing towards Wolfgang's left shoulder. If the blow struck or was even blocked, it would seem to strike far harder than it logically should for a Shikai. Just to follow it up, Okami shifted his feet ever so slightly and dragged his elbow outwards, flowing from the first strike into a second to the right side of the Arrancar's ribcage.

Damn, the Shiba was going to enjoy cutting loose, if only a little bit.

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A mere test of the Captain's reflexes and temperament was enough for Wolfgang at this point. The blade retracted even quicker than it had been sent flying towards Okami. Despite the casual strike, The Jackal was also very much prepared for the Shinigami to go on the offense. However, things could get a little interesting as he had no clue just what this man was capable of. And that is what made this meeting all the more exciting for Wolfgang. He kept a close watch on the current happenings. As much as he liked having a good fight, The Jackal wanted to use this opportunity a learn a few new things about his counterpart. The perfect opportunity had presented itself and he simply couldn't turn it down. Having heard Okami's words, the man smirked while the Captain's Reiatsu flared. "This could be dangerous" he said while his own spiritual pressure rose. The Captain's Reiatsu was impressive to say the least. His Zanpakuto changed, and its current appearance was more than a warning.

Before long the Captain attacked once again, performing a very impressive Shunpo. The Shinigami's speed based techniques were slightly different compared to the Sonido employed by the Arrancars. However, the point of both techniques is simply to move at tremendous speeds. And that is what Captain Shiba did. The man appeared with his blade being swung at The Jackal's left shoulder area. The Arracar's own blade rose upwards to meet Okami's Zanpakuto. And as both blades clashed against each other, a loud and explosive echo could be heard throughout the area. The building beneath the Arrancar's feet shattered from the pressure alone. The Jackal had a bright and sadistic smile on his face now, there was something awfully exciting about the Captain. His strength was tremendous to say the least. The clash of blades and subsequent Reiatsu sent rubble flying outwards and away from the two. While mixed in with wind and sheer pressure. Most of which was caused by Okami. But before Wolfgang could take a moment to truly appreciate what his opponent had done. The Shinigami made another move and despite his amazing speed and power. The Jackal showed that he wasn't exactly a slouch either. He too shifted his weight in anticipation of Okami's strike.

And strike he did as his blade struck once more, this time the tip of his blade cutting into the side of The Jackal. Blood splattered as he used the momentum from the strike to allow himself to be sent flying from his previous position. He came to a stop, all the while keeping track of Okami. The Arrancar was now air walking as if he had a solid surface beneath his feet. Before long the building would begin to crumble, something which was as a result of the brutish strength of the Shinigami. "This bastard ruined my clothing". The Jackal winced seeing the gaping hole in his side. He wasn't unfamiliar with such pain but it was manageable. "I wasn't expecting such a noticeable difference between his sealed and released Zanpakuto. Colour me impressed". The man thought while lifting his blades, meanwhile the wound on his side began to heal rapidly. Before long everything was repaired except for his garments. "I see you like to go straight for the kill, might as well carry on attempting to accomplish said task, if you so dare that is". It was an invitation for sure but this time the Jackal would handle things a little bit different.