Maybe Urahara wasn't the most trustworthy-appearing individual, but with a promise of a good fight uninterrupted, Hisano was completely willing to throw those matters over her shoulder. The moment she got onto the bottom of the rock pit, she sprang out of her gigai like a flashing lightning. "Dude, I was BORN ready!" she commented sarcastically at the Arrancar's remark, and tapped the handle of her Zanpakuto, hanging by her waist.<br/><br/>"I thought I'm gonna rot away till you asked when I'm ready. You don't have to ask me if I'm ready. If there's one thing I'm always ready for, it's fighting!" she added then. "Just you people keep outta this, I'd rather not explain the Captain Commander any casualties!" The devilish, sharp-toothed grin that gave the appearance of a ravenous wolf, widened further as she rolled the sleeves of her shihakusho up, and dropped the captain's haori onto the floor. Those clothes just got in the way... Even the black wraps enveloping her arms did sometimes get in the way when they tore, but she was in too much of a hurry to take those off by now.<br/><br/>She shifted into a position, ready to attack. For the start, she would avoid using her Zanpakuto - only when things got out of her hand, she resorted to using that. "Get outta that gigai. I want to kick into an Arrancar, not a meatbag." she encouraged her opponent. Her patience was really on the verge of running out.