"A King you say?"
The Shinigami's long, vibrant light pink hair flourished violently as a strong gust of wind blew in from the left. It was a fitting mien for a battle that had taken place, and the female Shinigami stood there idly with her blade gripped tightly in front of her, blood dripping from her long metal apparatus.
What stood before her was a panther-like Hollow whom she had severely wounded in battle. Crimson liquid oozed from the side of the beast, splashing and staining the ground on which it stood upon. The vile creature gazed back into its opponents menacing blue eyes, and growled at the sight of her sheathing her sword as she stood up from her battle stance; furthermore, she turned around and begun to walk away, making the Hollow she had defeated more irate than it was before.
"You dare to mock me wrench!" it yelled spitefully, taking a step forward before wincing in pain. The creature began to breathe heavily, and then collapsed onto the ground from all of its blood loss. "This battle isn't over yet!"
Its words caused the Shinigami to stop and glance back at the Hollow. It had been ages since she had faced such a fierce opponent; it had been ages before she had been wounded in battle; it had been ages since her blood boiled over from lust in fighting such an extravagant battle.
"I will not lose to a Shinigami..."
The Shinigami turned around and observed upon her victim carefully. Never before had she seen, and much less engaged into a battle with a hollow of this type. It was much more cunning, and far more advanced than the Gillian-class of Hollow, so she concluded that it must be an Adjuchas-class menos.
What was most impressive of this Hollow, aside from its strength, was its pride; the pride of not wanting to lose, much less to a Shinigami for that matter, intrigued the female greatly. Looking into the eyes of the beast, it was a very proud warrior and had more pride than a lot of the Shinigami in the Gotei 13.
Pride was something she admired most about anyone or anything. Pride would force you to perform at your highest peak in battle. In other cases it would be your downfall, and in some instances it would be your greatest asset in battle. Whatever the case might be, pride was the catalyst for anyone or anything to persevere and fight.
"Tell me Hollow, what is your name?"
The defeated Hollow was reluctant to answer. Losing to a Shinigami was inadmissible and shameful, causing more damage to its ego than to its body; even worse off, being beaten by a female nonetheless. Hatred, anger, and disgust fueled the injured Adjuschas with rage and spite, and being completely helpless to do anything about it was even more infuriating.
The animal-like Hollow stood to its feet, not wanting to be upstaged even further by the female Shinigami and spoke. "The name is Grimmjow Jaegerjaques."
"Grimmjow, if you truly wish to become King, then become stronger and one day defeat me. If you can accomplish such a task, then I will accept you as King. If you cannot defeat a mere Shinigami such as me, then you have no right to declare yourself as King..."
"Tell me," Grimmjow growled, watching the woman turn around and begun to walk away. "What is your name?"
She stopped, glancing back at her beaten and yet admirable opponent and smiled. "The name is Damaris, Captain of Squad Six. I expect you to remember me until our next encounter."
In the blink of an eye Damaris vanished, leaving nothing behind but a memory; a memory for the one who's quest to become King will end with her.