Silver nights and smoky days, and miracles woven anew...
[A wooden bokken in hand, Ru-taichou runs through the motions of a kata; feet sliding smoothly through the stances, arms swinging to strike an invisible opponent. A sharp exhale on each blow, sharpening the strike. Her singular bang is plastered to her forehead, evidence of the several hours of practice she's spent out here.
Coming to the end of the stance, she pauses to bow to the unnamed adversary and dabs at her neck and face with a sleeve. The sun was going down, so she gathers up Shirayuki and slides her from the saya. A wordless release turns the sword white before she holds the blade before her and twists it around counterclockwise.]
Bankai!
[A detonation of reiatsu and the sudden plunge of temperature seeps into the area as she calls forth her bankai. Pristine blade in hand, her eyes fall closed in concentration and a white mist begins to pour from the blade and roll over the ground like fog. Again, she starts to move through the motions of the kata, the heavy mist curling around her as she moves. The first few sets go smoothly, but in the middle of a complex one...the mist suddenly breaks and disperses around her. Rukia growls, rubbing at her forehead.]
Damnit, I still can't hold it long enough!
[Frustrated midget sighs and picks up the blade again, focusing until the mist starts seeping over the ground again and working to make her dance stick long enough to be effective.]
Coming to the end of the stance, she pauses to bow to the unnamed adversary and dabs at her neck and face with a sleeve. The sun was going down, so she gathers up Shirayuki and slides her from the saya. A wordless release turns the sword white before she holds the blade before her and twists it around counterclockwise.]
Bankai!
[A detonation of reiatsu and the sudden plunge of temperature seeps into the area as she calls forth her bankai. Pristine blade in hand, her eyes fall closed in concentration and a white mist begins to pour from the blade and roll over the ground like fog. Again, she starts to move through the motions of the kata, the heavy mist curling around her as she moves. The first few sets go smoothly, but in the middle of a complex one...the mist suddenly breaks and disperses around her. Rukia growls, rubbing at her forehead.]
Damnit, I still can't hold it long enough!
[Frustrated midget sighs and picks up the blade again, focusing until the mist starts seeping over the ground again and working to make her dance stick long enough to be effective.]