Long ago, in Heuco Mundo, I was a Vasto Lorde that reached the pinnacle of power for a Hollow to attain, and to gain that power, I killed and devoured every other Hollow I came across—all to prevent myself from becoming a gillain and losing my individuality.

But upon achieving such power...I was left with isolation.

For no one could survive the presence of my power, as they die off just by being near me, and it went on for so long that I began to regret all the strength I had gained and the very individuality I tried to maintain so much.

That is until I met someone who didn't die in my presence and rivaled me.

Yammy Largo.

Several hundred years ago, Stark, as a wolf-like humanoid Hollow, stood over the bodies of several menos, and next to him was a massive dinosaur-like Hollow covered in slashes and several wounds and breathing heavily.

'Hey...are you alright? Stark called out, but Yammy just growled.

'Fuck off! I didn't ask you to help, and I am sure as hell an't thankful for it!'

Stark then raised a questioning eyebrow. 'I asked if you were okay, not gratitude.' He then eyed the body of a fallen dog near Yammy. 'Because something tells me you not.'

The large Hollow then snorted. 'If you think I was worried about that stupid mutt, I am not. It's just a desperate flee bug mongrel who tagged alongside me for protection...' his voice then faltered for a bit. 'And paid the price for it'

Stark looked at the man unconvinced but just shrugged. 'Well, whatever, I guess I will be going now.' he began walking away.

'Wait...' Yammy spoke out, and Coyote turned to face him. 'You no stronger than me, I sense it, and yet...he looked at the fallen Vasto Lords around him. 'You beat them all so easily while I could barely put a dent in them, so what gives?'

Stark then looked at Yammy for a bit and once again shrugged. 'I guess I'm just good at fighting I guess

Yammy then looked agitated. 'So am I and I sti-'

'Knowing how to fight and having the strength to fight are two different things, bud,' Stark cut him off while wrapping his hands around the back of his head. 'Sure, you are as strong as me in terms of Spiritual power and way above me in physical strength. But you don't have any real skill in utilizing either to their full potential.' He turned around and looked at the fallen menos. 'And while having strength alone is enough for most opponents if the gap between them is large enough, if not well...let's say the outcome become much more blurred'

Yammy then stared at the Vasto Lorde, his fallen dog, and himself as he stared at his hands.

Which looked so big and strong...yet unable to do anything when it mattered.

The giant then looked at Stark. 'Is it possible...for you to teach me to control my power?'

Stark then eyed Yammy for a moment and then sighed. 'I don't know, I am not that much of a teacher,' he admitted, and then the large man turned around in disappointment and began to leave.

'However, I am willing to try if I get to travel alongside you,' Stark said with a smile, and Yammy frown at him with annoyance.

'Whatever you say, punk,' The larger man grumbled and the two walked away from the battlefield together.

Since that day, I taught Yammy everything I knew and while he wasn't the sharpest learner, he picked on how to channel his Spiritual power properly, adopted a fighting style of his own. Eventually due to all the rumors of our strength. The Hollow King Barragan offered to have us join his army. With the promise having friends with stronger allies.

But not too long after I accepted the deal...I quickly began to regret it.

Present Time

'Coyote Stark...' Yammy commented while cracking his neck and knuckles. 'Was wondering where you were hiding after deserting the Espada, but it seems you are now siding with the enemy.

Stark then smirked. 'Well, it's not like I had much of a choice, what with Barragan's forces hunting me down and all.' He then looked up and down at Yammy. 'Seems you finally compressed that reseccion of yours.'

The Prima then laughed. 'Well, it is not like I stopped training myself just because you left, but honestly, I don't really care if you become a traitor and join the enemy.'

Stark raised an eyebrow in curiosity. 'Really?'

'Nah...' Yammy confirmed with a handwave...before an explosion of Spiritual power erupted from his body, and he stared at Stark with a bloodlust grin. 'I just wanted an excuse to prove myself the strongest!' He roared out and quickly rushed at Stark to slam him into the ground. But the latter nimbly jumped out of the way.

'Hmph, same old Yammy, ' Coyote quipped with a smirk and aimed his guns at him. 'Always rushing in without thinking' He then fired over thousands of cyan ceroes at the Prima, all of which managed to push the massive gorilla like man back and obscure his vision with a massive dust cloud. In contrast, Stark looked at the down Hashwalf.

'Hey, are you okay? Because I seriously need help taking my former partner down,' Stark asked, and the Grandmaster looked away.

'I am afraid my powers would be little help to you, Coyote, as I can only cause minor wounds to him now,' Hashwalf said, but the Arrancar rolled his eyes.

'Giving that luge head minor wounds is all the help I need to take him out, so are you with me or not?' Stark said, irritated, and after a bit of hesitation Hashwalf nodded. Which made Stark sighed in relief. 'Alright then'

Then, without warning, a massive red cero shot out of the dust, and both Hashwalf and Stark quickly avoided it as they flew up into the air. With the Arrancar shooting more ceros at Yammy with his guns and the Quincy firing more arrows from the top of his blade. Yet Yammy just continued to heal from all of them and grew stronger.

Jurgram then looked in frustration. 'It's pointless no matter what attack we launched against him. He will just heal from it and become more powerful'

But Stark just chucked at that. 'You think?'

Then, faster than either Yammy or Hashwalf could react, Stark suddenly turned his guns into twin energy blades and rapidly slashed at the Espada's wounds before they fully healed. When Yammy tried to counterattack him with a left elbow, Stark quickly dodged and attacked his other wounds where the Grandmaster's arrows pierced him.

Frustrated, Yammy let out a roar and unleashed a blast of Spiritual power from his body. Forcing Stark to retreat next to Jurgram.

'Hmph, and here I thought I could wear him down a bit more,' Stark chided himself, and Hashwalf was about to criticize him until he realized after Yammy healed his wounds and increased his power. He looked much warier and strained.

'So you now beginning to notice it, huh?' Stark commented. 'Yammy may get more powerful the angrier he gets. But it comes at the cost of his own stamina and putting a massive strength on his body. Plus since he is now in his enraged form he is already approaching his limit'

Hahwalf then glared at the worn-down Prima. 'But won't that just motivate him to use his Segunda Etapa?' He questioned, and Stark shrugged.

'Properly, but Yammy is the type of guy who only transforms unless he needs to. This means we need to take him out before that happens; Coyote then lowers his guns. 'Lucky I have the one technique that might do the trick.'

Suddenly, out of Stark's back emerged blue flames that materialized into a large pack of wolves with red eyes, much to Jurgram's amazement and Yammy's annoyance.

'You think splitting your soul into pieces will take me down, Stark!' Yammy shouted and flared up his spiritual power. 'Well, bring it!'

The Prima charged at the wolves with enraged fury while hundreds swarmed him. When Yammy tried to disperse them by shooting balas, the wolves dodged out of the way, before dozens of them bit down on Yammy's body before flashing brightly and going off in a massive explosion, burning through his skin and making him bleed.

But through stubborn determination, Yammy ran out of the blast and drew on more of his rage to heal and empower himself even as he began to tire out. Yet the wolves, seeing this weakness in their prey, continue their assault on the Prima repeatedly, with each explosive attack getting hotter and more destructive.

Yet despite it all, Yammy endured even as he began to lose his breath.

'You think...' The Espada spate in between breaths. That you can beat me by wearing me down, Stark, like in all our other fights!?' He shouted, enduring another wolf explosion. 'Well, you are out of luck because I will keep pushing myself and drawing on my rage until I become strong enough to beat you!'

He then saw a figure moving within the blue explosive flames.

'You can not hide from me!' Yammy hollered at the top of his lungs, dashed through the inferno and grabbed Stark's throat, and began to choke him.

'This is the end for you!' The prima raged in victory, but Stark, even in pain, managed to grin at his former friend.

'Is that what you think?' He muttered, and then, at the last second, Yammy felt a presence behind him.

But it was too late.

Jurgram, within the chaos of Yammy battling Stark's wolves, used his holy form to absorb the reshi and flames that exploded into his Claymore, repairing it and causing it to shine blue and become alight with burning flames. He formed it into a giant bow and fired the great weapon as an arrow.

While Yammy was too shocked and tired to be able to dodge it as the blade pierced though his chest.