Harry listened to the Arrancar ramble on about how he was a peasant and how he was just an alley cat with no direction whatsoever. Which Harry found quite amusing; mainly because the way that the Arrancar speaked to him. His use of words and the way he phrased those words together to make a sentence out of it. It was almost like he was back in the fucking 1700's and such, where people talked to each other in an old English way of speaking. "Who the fuck still speaks like that?" he thought to himself knowing that those day's were long gone. Then again, he was dealing with a.deranged Arrancar who most probably suffered from brain damaged after fighting countless of battles. So, it was expected from him to act in such a bizarre way. But something told Harry that the act the Arrancar put up would get old soon, and bore him instead of amuse him.
"Answer your call? What call?" Harry asked the Arrancar, raising his eyebrow, "I was just strolling along, minding my own damn businesses as usual. Then all of a sudden, I heard a madman shouting about he being a prince and wanting the dead to come near him... So me being the curious fucker I am went there... and now, here I am." Raising his right hand Harry pointed his finger towards the Arrancar, "Guess that was you, huh? Unless you brought someone else with you..." putting his hand down he let his eye's roam the area. A few buildings surrounded the area with some lampposts that were situated here and there. Gazing back at the Arrancar, Harry spread his arms wide, "Nice weather, isn't it?"
Harry saw the blade coming at him from the left. It was coming in fast. Turning his head a little bit towards the left side, he sneered, while dodging the attack by blurring away at the right moment, only to appear on top of a lamppost that was a few feet towards his right. "Whoa, whoa, whoa... aren't you a serious fella?" bending his knees down fully, his elbows rested on his knee caps as he looked at the Arrancar with a wide grin on his face. "This is why no one likes Arrancars. None of you shite-heads have a fuckin sense of humour." Harry said in a mocking tone. "Well, if you haven't figured it out yet -- I'm a Bount. The greatest race ever to exist in this universe." the grin on his face grew wider, "Oh, I forgot something to tell you-" pausing for a few seconds he continued, "Fuck you too, bro." as he pointed his middle finger at the Arrancar for attacking him out of the blue.