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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! )
[Just an instant. Long enough to feel the air rush over her head, and quickly run through the scenario in her head. He's strong, she could tell even though he held back. And fast, too - much faster than he looked. And of course no one wants to fight lethally, which makes things harder - not bad hard, but good hard, like challenging but not terrible and evil hard!]
[She likes "challenging" best, really.]
[But it does change things a little. She can't play around as much, for example... unless you count the entire battle as playing. And she can't quite get a read on the extent of his energy, either - whatever powers him, it isn't yoki, and she isn't familiar enough with it to recognize its full extent either, which means...]
[...a little test.]
[She pushes her self off of the ground and vanishes again, this time moving around him, aiming a series of quick slashes at various parts of his body - each leg, each shoulder, across his chest. A test to see how many - if any - would hit flesh.]
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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 pressure rises up, similar to uncapping a fire hydrant. Various pieces of rubbles are flattened, broken, or moved - or all three - in the resultant shockwave. He laughs manically.]
Hit me with all you can!
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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...]
[...herself.]
[Which makes her smile, a little, even as she feels the energy welling up inside her too, now. Tugging at her, shaking the ground, filling her muscles, her blood, spilling out through her eyes in a flood of golden light.]
[Somewhere, vaguely, she feels a bit guilty for the anxiety this is no doubt causing Deneve.]
[But really. Teresa had told her to practice, hadn't she?]
All right!
[She moves now, like lightning, and wind, grinding stones beneath her feet, lashing from every direction.]
[...still, careful. Careful not to release too much, not to go too far.]
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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.]
[After that he begins putting all his energy into his swings, diagonal cuts criss-crossing, leveling the rest of the ruins that had surrounded them. She's there, he knows she is. And he's almost certain she can take the damage of those cuts head on.]
[One last barrage, this time he moves in his almost flashstep around where she probably is, also lashing out as much as possible, in every direction as possible.]
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[There's a sharp sting on her leg, that blade cutting through flesh, and a strange itch - a tingle - as the wound begins to close. Faster than before, now that her yoki is more active.]
[Annoying. In a way. And with almost any other opponent, she would intercept that blade and block it - stop its movements. But in this case? Strengthwise, he reminds her of Sophia, which means she's fairly sure he's got the advantage in sheer physical strength.]
[So, other tactics.]
[Her face changes... a tiny bit. Veins raise along the edges of her face and she presses forward, coming closer, feeling the air disturbed by the cut of blades, the barrage of energy, the tiny sting of rock dust scratching against her face as she retaliates.]
[Counter. She meets his blade with her own, ignoring the crash of metal on metal, and the ache of her arm from the impact. Trying to get through that wall of slashes.]
[...and then she kicks at his knee. Because really, she hasn't been training with Senji all this time only to forget how to think outside the swordplay box.]
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[It's almost amusing that he has reduced her, who was clearly a sword fighter primarily, to such attacks. It's also almost a little sad. The fight must be drawing to a close then. Too bad, he was having so much fun.]
[He starts another attack set, this time slashing cross-wise but moving the sword so eventually all the space in front of him is just sharp edged blade at one point or another. He waits for her response. This time, he'd try some different tactics too.]
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