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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. ¬_¬
( Shonen smackdown! )
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. ¬_¬
( Shonen smackdown! )
[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?
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[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!
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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.
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[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.]
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[She's fast, very fast. Good.]
[She's already attacking back. He sees her lower herself and adjusts his sword accordingly, straight down to block the swipe. He holds it with one hand, curious as to how strong the blow will be.]
[It's a weak blow but then again, she's definitely holding back. Playing.]
Got to do better than that to cut me.
[He says it with a smile though.]
[With a swift movement he flips his sword back up and aims a quicker slash at her opposite arm. This time he's testing how much strength and will it will take to cut her.]
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[As it turns out, she isn't very hard to cut at all - a tiny scratch opens on her arm... for a moment. She wrinkles her nose as the wound fades into nothing, leaving only a trace of blood, drying in the open air.]
[Not hard to cut, but she certain does have other defenses.]
[It also tells her to step it up a little.]
I don't usually get hit.
[Her nose is still wrinkled as she aims another strike at his shoulder - a little harder, a little faster, than before.]
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[Whatever it is, it just made the fight a bit harder. The grin grows on his face.]
Great!
[As she goes in for the strike, a blow to the shoulder that will probably hurt when it lands, he sees an opportunity for another test.]
[The blow lands. He takes that moment of her sword in his arm to swipe his zanpakuto up under her arm, harder than he had been hitting. The question is, what will happen to her arm? He focuses on seeing the results as he leaps back, ignoring the minor wound on his shoulder.]
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[Another gash - a little deeper this time, but she can already feel the flesh coming together, the bloodflow stopping.]
[She can also already feel the resolve forming in the pit of her stomach. He's fast, and strong - much moreso than she expected - and his battle technique is a little... weird.]
[Which means...]
[Priscilla leaps back a few yards, and frowns. And then bows.]
My apologies, Kenpachi. I have underestimated your strength, and so have insulted your ability by holding back too much.
[She lifts her head a little.]
I promise that it will not happen again.
[And just like that, she's gone - behind him, aiming at his healthy shoulder.]
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[This is certainly new. He'd never received apologies or bows in a fight before. He kinda liked it. It'd been a very long time since someone underestimated him.]
[She seemingly vanishes from her spot.]
[He really likes this!]
Nice trick.
[No time to turn around, he's sure Priscilla's there. He lowers his other shoulder a couple of inches. She seems to be the "good" fighter, she'll go for the uninjured one. Whether it's enough he won't know until it hits. As he lowers his shoulder he flips his sword into the other hand and swings in a great arc, ending behind him. Maybe it'll hit, maybe it won't. Only the feel of his zanpakuto will let him know.]
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[A slash at his calf, one too quick to deflect fully tells him. A light wound but enough to tell him what she might be up too.]
[He blocks the other leg swipe then quickly moves the zanpakuto up to deflect anything coming at his chest. He takes a hit, a deeper one this time, on his left shoulder. He laughs.]
About time!
[Kenpachi moves quickly to the left of where she'd been striking, energy brimming out of him. He aims a few "feeling" strikes out to where she was, only a little slower - he thinks - than the speeds she is moving.]
[He clipped something. It didn't feel like flesh but it gave a good spot to aim. He swings wide arcing blows where she might be.]
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...did you just say--
[Oops! That's interrupted quite handily when she feels that energy, and then that strike - a hit to her shoulder armor that doesn't quite penetrate. From there, it's not hard to guess what he'll do.]
[It is a bit harder to dodge, though. She pushes herself into a leap, but still feels the blade brush against the edge of her boot.]
[Close. It'd be really annoying if she lost a foot.]
[She lands, silently, on the other side of him and kicks a nearby boulder in his direction even as she lashes out at his side. Simultaneous attacks are always fun.]
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[No time to celebrate as a boulder flies at him from the other side something else was coming too, he could hear it. It was different from the boulder.]
[He swings his sword hard at the boulder, flatwise so it veers off course to his right. A sting in his side tells him he missed the more important attack.]
Throwin' stuff now, eh?
[He smacks a nearby ruin and it explodes into many smaller pieces, all flying to where the boulder came from. Through the debris barrels Kenpachi, lashing out with his zanpakuto in short bursts - jabs, really - much faster now. She isn't the only one who can use multiple attacks.]
[He leaps back quickly from the dust cloud wait to see the results. He knows that she's still upright and ready to fight. A huge grin is plastered on his face now, nothing could move it. This is what he lives for.]
Come on. Time to stop playing and really fight!
[He rips his eyepatch off and tosses it to the side. The effect is immeadiate. A huge burst of spiritual ( ... )
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[She moves her blade quickly - more quickly than she's moved in months. Blocking, dodging, twisting in place, feeling the sting of rubble against her cheeks, and then the sharp skin of that blade knicking her skin once, twice. Once a little worse than the first time.]
[...that's interesting, too.]
[She's going to need to see a tailor after this!]
Really fight? That's a little--
[...and well, she was going to say it's a little dangerous, or maybe a little much. But then he pulls off that eyepatch and she feels it. All that energy - too strong, now, to be confusing. Too strong to be unreadable. Energy like she's never felt before from anything that wasn't ( ... )
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[She launches her attack - so quick! - from every side. He keeps up with the strikes, only barely, working harder than even in his fight with Ichigo. Whatever this girl is, it's strong and powerful.]
[He's estatic. The energy around him kicks up more dust and debris but he doesn't care. A few of her strikes have landed, he wasn't fast enough. He launches his counterattack, a volley of wide swings interspersed with those jabs. This time he's cutting vertically, sometimes cutting through metal or rock, perhaps one time flesh. He's so far gone into the fight he can't really tell, all he feels is the resistance in his swing ( ... )
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