Carnasde Kesmera, the Octavo Espada, had just transported into the human world from Hueco Mundo to find some entertainment. He had found himself at the outskirts of one of their towns. 'Hehe, it's time to have a little fun. If I'm lucky I might even get find some souls with talent.' He snaked his way around the city, leaking a more than subtle amount of reiatsu along the way. Eventually, he stopped for a minute in an alley, now starting to become irritated. 'Man, is there no one here at all who can entertain me." Just then, he heard the noise of an object coming into contact with the ground. As he looked behind him, he saw a shinigami, blade beared and ready to fight. "So, YOU want to fight ME? Well well, looks like this trip wasn't wasted after all.
As the shinigami began speaking a phrase to himself, his blade began to widen and glow hot white with reiatsu. The shinigami jumped into the air and came down with his blade slanted towards Carnasde. While he probably could have dodged it, he had under estimated this shinigami and by the time he had had the sense to dodge it, he had lost his right arm. He smirked at the shinigami, his arm already starting to regenerate, almost like bugs crawling from his shoulder and reforming it. He then rushed at the shinigami, punching him in the face, though getting his other arm cut off. He proceeded with a kick to his gut. The shinigami stumbled back and cut off Carnasde's shin, who just simply balanced on his right hand, which had fully healed. The shinigami then slashed at his hand, expecting him to be thrown off balance, however Carnasde had seen this coming and pushed off with his hand in order to kick the shinigami in the face, knocking him away.
The Octavo then immediately landed on his his feet and cracked his knuckles. Just as the shinigami was about to get back up, stepped on the hand wielding his zanpakuto, and then on his gut. A devious smile appeared on his face as he reached behind his back and pulled out his zanpakuto. He then held it over the shinigami's neck and pushed down with great force. Looking at a job well done, he then dusted himself off and walked away without a scratch on him.