The Garganta was a mighty pain in the ass to move around, it is one method of travel that Byron could never get used to, though nonetheless, he got to his destination. Taking a pit stop though to put on the regulation Shinigami uniform provided by some generous benefactors. It was an empty room he was in that was meant to be the destination, keeping note to have the Purple Pudge he stashed within his Shihakusho earlier to come along by his side, as he had to discard somethings. Of course, he kept his good doll abilities within his coat and concealed. Emitting out a no reiatsu to keep going with a charade, taking a deep inhalation of his cigarette he seems to have by his lips.
"Oh wow, look at da décor heire, it looks maighty fine indeed... so am I heire to sight see or... what? Ahem ahem" He kept his cool for a while, trying his best to get rid of his terrible Japanese as he thought through how to speak fluently, keeping in mind to speak in English which he is more fluent in, adjusting his shades, fixing his robes, took a moment to think about it before giving the biggest and most wonderful smiles he could ever give in his entire life, "Oh lovely! Just what I wanted for my Santa Juan's day. My very own Amor! with my very own Devotee!, oh the joy." Sarcastic or complimentary? That was the hard thing to distinguish for Byron, as he hadn't put an emphasis on anything in his speech, and neither had he shown a sarcastic tone or a grateful one. Through the Garganta dropped the figure of an arrancar who seemed quite dead and behind him; the armor he dragged with him at Byron's Expense. Byron didn't dare think twice about the dead hollow and instead familiarized himself with his surroundings; he found himself in a tight position as he heard from behind the hollow halls he occupied screams belonging to humans on the streets. Byron removed the bracers belonging to the laid out Hierro armor and equipped them then blasted through the wall and into the streets of 42nd street with a punch and a shout.
Upon exiting into the streets Byron could spot, immediately, the being causing the ruckus. He sat on a throne, with his throne sitting ass, and looked as if he claimed the entire world as he sat upon his carcass made chair. Byron admired how well built the chair was but diverted his attention to the wreckage of the several cars laid waste before Byron which created a trail leading to the creature. He grinned like the monster he wanted to challenge now and was prepared to fight with every effort in his right arm. He stood in his makeshift entrance in a cocky stance awaiting his challenge to be accepted.