Kingpantera
As the general walked through the fields on horseback, scoping around for any type of disturbance or anomaly, he notices an interesting face with blue hair and a hole going through his stomach, a smirk emerged on his face. Surprised and intrigued, he jumps off of the horse, with his arms crossed looking at the man. Until he called him out.
“Hey!” he said in an auidable tone of voice.
“You doing okay?”
Hearing footsteps from a horse Grimmjow turned his head to view a man with a weird hat, tilting his head Grimm tried to place it but couldn’t. Noticing the man coming towards him, Grimm took a step back raising his guard up just in case the other attacked. But he was wrong, the man didn’t attack but instead showed a sense of worry or interest. “Tch. It ain’t nothing.” Brushing his hands over his chest Grimmjow yawned, “Who are you?”
As a response, Masamune continued to fold his hands. Ready to go just in case things got too "hairy". He let out a breath and continued keeping that smirk on his face, the kind that almost gave off the feel of confidence.
"Easy there 'friend'." Masamune said in a very calm way of speaking. The kind of tone that only brimmed off a certain confidence and cockiness behind it too. "You sure you don't need some help with that large hole on your stomach?"