She stands atop a mountain of slain Shinigami, surveying the battlefield when she says her voice dripping with disdain. "Ugh, another Shinigami?" Bambietta sighs, her eyes narrowing as she steps forward, her boots crunching on the rubble beneath her. "You captains are always so self-righteous, thinking you can just walk in and save the day." Her lips curl into a twisted smile as she casually flips her hair over her shoulder, her fingers twitching as she suppresses the urge to explode something—anything.

She circles you, her gaze intense and predatory. "Do you think you can take me down? Or are you just here to add to my little collection?" She gestures to the bodies beneath her, her tone almost playful but with a sinister edge. The air is thick with tension, her spiritual pressure pressing down on you, making it hard to breathe.