The sands of Hueco Mundo were no place for a child, but then she wasn't exactly a child. She was both a child and not a child. She was Nelliel Tu Odelschwanck, arrancar, former espada and perfectly at home on the sands. The fact that she was running desperately across the desert and screaming for dear life being chansed by a pair of hollywood horror movie rejects and a giant worm was entirely another matter.
Ofcourse anyone watching the spectacle might missunderstand. But then here in the empty sands, that wasnt very likely, and even if someone was watching, they were likely hollows , more interested in their next meal of tasty spiritually aware human or unlucky shinigami, and not at all interested in bothering an arrancar and her companions.
Or so they thought.
Nel was having a swell time playing eternal tag, leading the game well ahead of her brothers and bwawa, when she was rudly inturupted. She barely had time to register a orange and black blur flashing past her when she heard Dondonchakka let out a yowl of pain and surprise.
oh...shit.