The first wound hadn't been fatal, but the second? That one cut hard and deep and the leftover hissed when it should have screamed. It couldn't though - not with it's throat slashed through. It was bleeding and the neck was cut. It had gotten a hit in, but it wouldn't live to reap the fruits of its labors. Taking a few heavy steps back as burning blood bubbled out of its neck, searing its own skin as well, the leftover dropped to one side and fell heavily to the floor. Unable to eat its prey, the creature heaved a few labored breaths and then...stopped breathing altogether.

Hitsugaya was left on the floor for the time being, but from down the hall, drawn by the sounds of the battle and the smell of blood, something was coming - something that chattered.