Sand coated half the boy's face, almost completely concealing the layer of crimson beneath. He blinked dirt out of his eyes and felt the grit in his teeth, but still struggled to push himself out of dessert that gave way beneath his fingers.
"He's finally done." A vastal lordes laughed as he idly swung the club in his hand that had done most of the damage to the white haired child.
"He sure made us work hard though," another laughed, licking the blood from his claws. He put a foot on the boy and rolled him over. Most of his small body was covered in blood, and if it wasn't, it was soaked in sweat, and everything was layered in sand. Tremors wracked him beyond his control but his eyes locked on them with a death glare.
"After all this time hunting him, we still never found out who he was." the first said as he prepared his club for the final blow.
"You're joking right." his companion said. "None of us know who were are."
"True. But he's different. He's not hollow."
"Impossible. What else could there be?"
The club pressed against the boy's chest, hard, and he wheezed in pain, blood spurting out his lips. "I don't know, but he's definitely something else. But I suppose," he said as he lifted the club high in the air, "now it doesn't matter anyway."
The club fell, but instead of the feeling of soft bones and flesh bending beneath it, he struck something solid, something unyielding.
"Shit!" the companion said before a blade was through his throat. But the vastal lordes holding the club ignored sputtering death of his companion to stare wide eyed at the arrancar before him.
"You're from the palace."
"Yes." he answered back cooly.
"But you arrancar never come out this way, its beyond their boarders. Why?"
"Nothing is beyond our boarders. And as for why, the King expressed interest in this one."
"What? Why?"
"Because, he is not of this world." the arrancar dislodged his sword and the next second, the vastal lordes was dead. He wiped his sword clean while his partner lifted the boy's limp form out of the sand.
"He won't last long."
"Hurry, the King is waiting."