@joroghoul is it!
𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐒𝐄, 𝐍𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓, Pesche reached out from the shadows, grabbing hold of the passing numero and dragging her into his hidden alcove. A finger shot to his lips, muffling his strained ‘shhh’. It certainly was an odd way to greet one of his fellow arrancar ( and a quick way to start a fight with some of the less agreeable members of his kind ) , yet the reason behind his cowering soon became clear in the form of a passing shadow ------- tall, 𝙳𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁𝙾𝚄𝚂, and slouched beneath the weight of a crescent shaped ax. He watched the Octava pass, breathing a sigh of relief as he disappeared round the corner. Then, and only then, did Pesche really get a look at who he pulled to safety.
“Ehe --- sorry about that,” he said, suddenly flustered.
“That’s just...not someone you wanna cross paths with, y’know?”