[CLOSED]

[yetsleeping]

Who: Priscilla (honorablesecond) and Kenpachi (sinister_bells)
When: ...Dawn on Some Day.
Where: The Docks.
Format: Action. For ACTION.
What: In this corner... Shinigami captain, Kenpachi! and in this corner... Organization's #2 warrior, Priscilla!!! Okay now that introductions are over, FIGHT!
Warnings: V-violence. ¬_¬

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[sinister_bells]

[Kenpachi strides to the battle grounds - the ruins - grinning with anticipation. He can barely contain his spiritual pressure, he's so excited. This place was turning out to be pretty good. Win or lose, he had new opponents, some who were willing to fight.]

[He wonders how she will fight. She was small - at least, she looked small on the screen of the Forge - but Yachiru was proof enough that "small" didn't mean anything. And Priscilla is the second in her organization. That has to count for something.]

[He arrives just as the first ray of sun peeks over the horizon. He can see her in that stray light. He grins wider.]

Ready?

/chants FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT!! good thing for Yachiru or she might be hard to take seriously right now

[yetsleeping]

[Well, it's definitely fair to say she's small, especially compared to him. Small and smiling back in a distinctly pleasant and sweet sort of way.]

[It's not exactly surprising that he's extremely, well, to the point. After all, he did proposition her with a fight the very second he learned her rank. Given that, the directness is almost cute.]

[Or maybe she's been hanging out with Senji too much.]

You definitely don't waste time!

[She wiggles her feet a little.]

Yes, I'm ready!

Cue the fight bell!

[sinister_bells]

[The more he looks at her and watches her little movements, she reminds him of Yachiru. How fitting that her "big sister" should be almost the same as her.]

Daylight's wastin'.

[He unsheathes his zanpakutou and holds it in front of him, ready.]

Let's go!

[The maniac glint is back in his eyes, he's ready to fight until he can't fight anymore. With other opponents he'd let them have first strike. Priscilla seemed to be worthy of better than that. He closed the distance between them with - for him - a leisurely pace, sword lengthwise across his body. It's a slash aimed for Priscilla's shoulders, too low for a killing blow. Oh, his heart is in the strike all right, but he doesn't want to go all out just yet.

/BANGS THE ARMRESTS, STILL CHANTING

[yetsleeping]

[Kenpachi starts moving, and Priscilla narrows her eyes a little, watching his speed. Feeling it out until the last possible instant. And then, just then, she vanishes from her perch on the wall, leaving a cloud of dust and broken stone behind her. She lands, sword already drawn, a few feet away.]

[Not bad!]

[But still, there must be more in him. He might be starting slow, the way Teresa did that one day. The way Priscilla herself tends to, for that matter. Taking the measure of his opponent. Not a bad way to determine how much energy to use.]

[Speaking of which.]

[She drops low, and swings her blade at his legs.]