Haggard appears as a large humanoid hollow, with a mask of white on his face. His body is painted grey and red with blood, though the source is obvious as day. His torso is impaled with a dozen of javelin-like pieces of debris, such as rods and various sharp metals. He is capable of throwing these at his victims from a far distance. His upper body is deformed in a way that forces him to move little, due to the debris, as well as take a walking stance similar to gorillas. When a victim is close, he will attempt to crush them with his strong arms.
The ground was blown to pieces, cracked and mangled with rods of twisted metal piercing through the soil. There was only one soul in sight, if it could even be called that. Haggard, as the shinigami called it, stood in the recently evacuated area that it reigned destruction in. It's blood dripped from the metal piercing its chest, but it showed no discomfort. It didn't mind it at all.
It only minded the two souls appearing in flash steps in front of it. Adele Pierce, adopted noblewoman of House Pierce, and Ren Tegishahara, vampire queen of the Fourth Division. Fine women, by any means, especially when they fought together in combat. Scarlet eyes met the dull grey eyes of Haggard before the sound of polished metal echoed. Ren's sword, Kyuketsuki, was held now in her right hand, the blade slowly trembling in anticipation.
"Kill it, please." Kyuketsuki chuckled, the vampire spirit offering a fang smile.
"Ready, Adele-chan?" she asked her companion, looking at the monster they were sent to eliminate.
Adele frowned at the hollow. Those rods and pieces of debris impaling him look painful, she thought. Haggard... unfortunately your name suits your appearance. Please forgive me.
Adele was under no false impression of glory and honor about what she and her best friend were going to do. Silver eyes, hardened with resolve, with pride, watched the poor soul they were about to inflict great harm and suffering upon. All for the sake of protecting pluses and the balance of souls. She and Ren were here to murder Haggard. Headache brewing behind her temples from the awful feel of the hollow's reiatsu, the nekogami held her sword in front of her with her left hand. It sickened her to think about what they were here for, but she hoped she could wrap her pride around her tightly enough not to get overtaken by guilt.
"There isn't a choice. We're here to kill him, he will try to eat us. All three of us are dealing death." Being ready doesn't matter. Not anymore.
Haggard's roar echoed throughout the the town once more as it set it sights on its assumed three course meal. Nothing could compare to the aggressive hunger that it always felt, and not even that could compare to the elation that followed after having consumed a great amount of souls. It constantly found itself a slave to its own ravenous appetite for spiritual energy because of the endless cycles of painful starvation to pure relief and satisfaction that it always felt before and after its eaten a soul. And it just so happened that today the towering abomination was especially hungry with the unbearable craving for the souls of the shinigami that confronted it.
Without any further waiting the hollow grabbed six rods from its own body, taking three of them in each hand, and then tossing them as hard as he possibly could in hopes of completely reducing these soul reapers into a nice dinner of chicken fillet with a side of ketchup.
