Meeting a Rogue

[Kisala Shihoin]

Thread Title: Meeting a Rogue
Participants: Kisala vs Garret
World: Human World
Death Setting: Non Death Enabled
Rating: PG-13
Location: Stone Hedge  

The stone structure that had been a wonder to humans for hundreds of years. 

Special Conditions: None
Circumstances: Kisala Shihoin (Class8) runs into the Rouge Garret (Class 8) It is unclear what exactly sparked the fighting.

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It was a rather nice day, wasn't it? The sun was out, the sky having sparse few clouds to block out the light, and the air was warm. It was one of those days that made you just want to rest and relax, to sleep through the entire day. But for some to simply stop and nap wasn't a possibility. Hiking along through the green grass was the white haired rogue himself, aimlessly going wherever his eye lead and feet carried. He had been walking endlessly for the past few hours, trying to put as much distance between him and last night's battlefield as quickly as he could.

Coming out from beneath the brown cloak he wore his arm was raised to his face. The peeled orange in his hand was making for both a delicious and thirst quenching snack. Garret happened upon quite a number of these wild growing oranges, filling his traveling bag with a large number of the fruits. Swallowing the chewed up remains that were in his mouth he quickly finished off what was left of the orange as he spied something on the hill ahead of him. Sort of stone structure unlike those he had seen before.

Approaching the structure he paused, taking in the sight of the unusual placement of the stones. Walking between two of the stones he looked up, wondering how anyone could have gotten a rock that massive on top the others. Garret was unaware of this places significance to the Humans, not knowing this was a national landmark. He was also unaware of the female spirit sitting on the rock. Placing his hand on the rock, he began to wonder. He had been fighting every night, swinging a sword as heavy as his around for hours at a time. How much stronger had Garret gotten?

Stepping back he reached behind him, not aware of what exactly he was about to do. From beneath the cloak he drew it, that gargantuan thing that was shaped like a sword. But it was far too big to be called a sword. It was too rough, too heavy; it was more like a slab of iron than a piece of steel. Stepping forward with his right foot, planting it into the ground Garret raised his sword up above his head, the blade pointing behind him. If only Garret knew. He suddenly roared, no doubt catching the female atop the stone by surprise.

Garret swung downwards, using the full strength of his arms and body. The tip of his blade collided with the national treasure, not only shattering the impact zone but lodging a good portion of his sword into the rock. Dust escaped from the stones injury, little bits of pebbles still flew through the air from Garrets swing. The Rogue smiled, pulling his blade free from Stonehenge and resting it atop his shoulders. If he could do that to a rock this size, then that must meant that the constant night time battles were improving him somehow.

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{Stats}
Strength - 100 Points = 150

Speed - 50 - Points

Spiritual Pressure - 100 - Points = 130

Reiatsu Strength - 50 - Points = 35

Light Aura - 20 - Points

Dark Aura - 80 - Points

Instinct - 50 - Points

Senses - 80 - Points = 60

Energy sensory - 0 - Points

Healing Expertise - 0 - Points

Total SP: 430 Points

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{Skills}

Skills

• [Weapons: Greatswords] {1}
  
  
• [Strength of Will] {1}
  
  
• [Pain Tolerance] {1}
  
  
• [Battle Analysis] {1}
  
  
• [Lack of Fear] {1}
  
  
• [Damage Recovery] {1}
  
  
• [Other (Battle): Shockwaves] {1}
  

[Kisala Shihoin]

Kisala saw the man as he was coming up to the landmark. Kisala didn't pay him too much mind until he got close enough for her to get a good look at his weapon. Kisala was curios as to what he was going to do with the thing until the man roared with effort. That was the only warning she got, but it was enough to get her moving. She got to her feet and leaped off the stone structure just as his sword made contact with it. 

Kisala rolled in the grass getting to her feet as she drew her blade. She glared at the man that had just destroyed part of the human's monument not only that, but had nearly injured her in the process. "Hey are you crazy!" She shouted at the man from where she stood. "You could have killed someone!" She did not care too much about the value of the structure itself at the moment. It was the fact that he senselessly nearly got her injured that was the issue. 

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Garret noticed the sudden movement, turning his attention to the individual whose relaxation he seemed to disturb. Getting a look at them, it was a woman. Skin like bronze with hair like snow, well endowed and well curved, she was a woman blessed by her birth no doubt. Her physical appearance and assets did nothing for Garret though, who simply gave her a bored expression. He hadn't been aware someone else had been here since he didn't see or hear anyone else when he approached. He noticed the sword in her hand, subtly adjusting his grip on that thing called a sword resting on his shoulder.

Those old instincts back from the days of his mortal life where coming back. The fire hadn't been lit, but the embers were beginning to glow. "You and I are the only ones here, and you're fine. No need to scream like a child, Shinigami." Garret commented, turning his gaze from her. He knew what she was for she wore the tell tale black robes. He remembered those robes rather well, the same robes he would see in the Rukongai from time to time. The same robes that descended upon him during that night.

Garret didn't have time to give this woman any attention. Kisala might have been surprised to see the man simply begin to walk again, heading towards the center of Stonehenge by the looks of it. "Don't you have better things to do than slack off here?" Garret commented, giving her a cold glance as the words escaped his mouth. He continued on though, unhindered in his walk. If Kisala let him go, then Garret would just continue on walking. Never once looking back.

Remaining Reiatsu: 1300 / 1300

Remaining Life Force: 1300 / 1300

[Kisala Shihoin]

Kisala clenched her other hand into a fist in frustration. She did not take to being ignored lightly. It wasn't being spoiled by noble birth that caused this, but the fact that he obviously didn't take her seriously. Not only that, but he had the gull to question why she was out here. She was going to take that laying down. She quickly ran in front of him and blocked his way glaring at him darkly with her orange eyes. She tightened her grip on her sword while keeping an eye on the man and his much larger weapon.

"And don't you have better things to do than cleave human monuments?" She shot back in a soft but firm voice. She was always ready for a fight. She was not going to let this man endanger her, or anyone else that he may just happen to come across. It was clear that that this man was dangerous. "And what is with that weapon? Are you trying to compensate for something?" It was a cliched attack, but it fit the situation. 

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This strumpet was, quite quickly, getting on Garrets nerves. The Rogue had concluded his business with her, yet she once again was trying to seek his attention. Only this time she threw herself in his way with clear intentions to not let him pass. What was it she just said? That pile of rubble was a monument? Garret cast a sideways glance at one of the center stones, wondering anyone could think this was a monument. "This pile of rocks...?" he mumbled, adjusting his position on his sword as he sighed. So, if this thing was some big important thing that normal Humans liked, maybe he did mess up a little. Regardless, it wasn't his problem; people shouldn't make monuments that just look like rocks in odd formations.

She then commented about his weapon, questioning its size along with something else's size. The swordsman just smirked, shaking his head as a chuckle escaped from his chest. He wasn't quite sure what to think of that. Brief thoughts crept into his head. One set of those were memories, quick flash backs of some of the nights that he had struggled through, this thing called a sword drenched in that foul blood of the monsters. The weight in the swings, the power it had when it came crushing down. The second set was about her second question, having no need to actually respond to it.

Garret was well endowed, of that there was no uncertainty. He was above average in size, but had no desire for sexual activities with anyone. The only person he ever had those cravings for was long gone, someone who was never coming back. His chuckling might simply serve to infuriate Kisala even more, for it was true, he was not taking her serious at all. How could he? She reminded him very much of some women who slept their way into their positions. Garret had seen them. It was rare for women to serve in the mercenary bands he had fought in, but there were some.

Garret remembered one such maiden, if you could even call her that, who had used what was between her legs to get to her position. From what Garret remembered she never trained with the men, content with simply drinking tea and discussing plans. He remembered what happened to her too, impaled on a set of lances when an enemy raiding party stormed the camp. She barely even put up a fight. Was the coin worth it? The women who did fight like men, the ones who had the warriors' heart, were the real women. But this woman before him? She reminded him of that same harlot who wound up decorating a few men's spears.

"A weapon to match what I'm killing." Garret replied, his advance stopped by the woman blocking his path. Garret could have easily bowled her over, pushing her out of the way as he continued on, the only reason he stopped was because of the way she held the sword. Hers was drawn and ready, a clear sign of aggression. "Sheathe your weapon and step aside!" It was neither a request nor a statement. It was an order. Kisala could do the smart thing and step aside, or Garret was going to go through her.

If Kisala took a minute to fully inspect Garret she would realize something. He was big. He was massive. A mountain of meat whose body was riddled with more scars than a house wife's cutting board. He was far larger than herself, comparable to a bear staring down a squirrel. Compared to her, with her smooth skin and slender body, his was a body built by battle. His arms like those of redwood branches carried that sword with no problem. Then there was his eye. That single eye that glared into hers. She would see no fear, no hesitance, and no sign of worry as he looked at her. It would be no doubt he was looking down on her, seeing her as nothing more than a temporary nuisance. The experience in his eye was clear. It was intimidating, no doubt.

Remaining Reiatsu: 1300 / 1300

Remaining Life Force: 1300 / 1300

[Kisala Shihoin]

The man's shear size was truly intimidating. She was easily dwarfed by the man before her. Truly the weapon was fit for someone of his stature. The way he looked at her made her legs tremble. She continued to stand her ground, but she did sheath her weapon. She never did intend to start a fight with the man. She wanted to have it out just in case the man turned aggressive to her. She got into a more relaxed stance as she looked up at him. She took a deep breath to steady herself. 

"I will let you pass if you promise that you will not harm an innocent person, or destroy any more human relics on your travels." Her confidence was a bluff at best, but her determination, and her stubborn pride kept her in this engagement with the large man. "And don't think just because i am a woman born into a noble house, that I cannot hold my own. My enemies are the hollows and other threats to the soul society and the balance of the worlds. I will not hesitate to fight to the bitter end." 

There was steel in her voice as she took a few steps out of the mans way.  She doubted that he cared to notice the scar across her nose, but that single scar was what helped drive her in her fight. It was a sign of how far she had come, and how far she had still to go. She never lost eye contact with the imposing man. The eyes of the grizzled experience and those of youthful determination locked as he passed. She would always be ready not sure what to expect from him.

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"You sure have some nerve..." Garret suddenly growled, the look in his eye changing suddenly into something much darker than before. Kisala would suddenly be blasted by something. No, not any sort of attack or anything; rather she was hit with a feeling. An aura, an intimidating presence was escaping from Garret and washing over the woman. "Understand something, harlot. Who are you that I would make any sort of promise to? I will do as I damn please, regardless of you or anyone else. Neither you nor anyone else will stop me if I so chose to walk right into some city and ran the painted it red with the inhabitants blood." Garret announced, adjusting his grip on the gargantuan blade on his back.

"Who are you to give me orders? Who are you to ordain what I may do with my freedom? You are nobody!", Garret roared. As if to make his point even clearer he lifted that sword into the air, high over his head. Kisala would feel fear, no doubt, for it seemed like Garret was about to attack her. The man was angered, quite so in fact. This woman, this so called noble, dared to act superior before him, a woman this pitifully weak, this woman who was literally trembling standing before him. This weakness was disgusting, a blight that he would soon rectify. He would show this woman her place.

Like the axe of the executioner his blade fell down. It came down with such an intensity that the air it pulled almost seemed visible. But it did not fall upon Kisala, rather on another stone of the monument they stood in. Garrets great sword collided with the stone, shattering its top layer and pushing out a great force. The force pushed out like a great gust of wind, blowing Garrets cape open and sending his hair into a craze. Kisala, whom was three times weaker than Garret, would undoubtly be pushed back by the sudden display of his strength. The wind was a weapon that Garret could use as equally as his sword.

"In this world names and blood matter very little. You say that just because you're a woman you can hold your own? You're a liar. You stand before me trembling like a child, seconds away from soiling your clothing. You're a weakling, not even worth my precious time of day." Garret spoke. He spoke with such venom that Kisala would feel his words. The man began to walk towards her, lifting his sword up onto his shoulder. There was a good enough distance between the two to fit his sword in, so at least over six feet between them.

"In the days that I lived in drawing your sword was a sign of battle, a sign that you were willing to throw your life away. Has your noble-" he spat that word at her "-upbringing made you think that you were somehow important? Here in this world you're nothing but flesh and blood. Your family means nothing out here. You claim your enemies are the Hollows, the same monstrosities I battle every night, yet you stand here with a sword drawn on me." Garret roared at her, closing the distance between them so only four feet remained between them. He stared down at her, that single eye of his burning with such a fire.

"You have two choices. No more than two. You either use that sword you're wielding in that shaking grip and embrace the life of the warrior. Or you get on your knees like the bitch you are and get out of my way ." Garret ordered. Kisala would feel it. There was no hesitation in his words. Standing as close to him as she was, Kisala would feel it. She would feel the intimidation, the fear. It was like looking up at a giant, a dragon, some sort of colossi. What would she do?

Remaining Reiatsu: 1300 / 1300

Remaining Life Force: 1300 / 1300

[Kisala Shihoin]

Kisala felt herself be push back by the man's sudden burst of aggression. She gasped suddenly in surprise, but managed to keep her footing. The man was obviously furious with her now. it would seem that trying to reason with such a man was not possible. He asked like she did not know how the world was. He acted like she had been some self entitled brat throwing their name around to get whatever she wanted. 

That infuriated her. She was none of those things, and this man thought he knew her. Her limbs stopped trembling, as she gripped the hilt of her Zanpakuto. She gritted her teeth tensing her muscles. If she was not ready to fight now she defiantly was now. She looked up into his eyes with her own rage. Each word fueled her anger, but never to the point of losing her ability to see the battle clearly. She would need to be careful in this fight.

"How day YOU! You think that just because you have been in more battles than me, just because you have killed more, just because you are stronger than me, you can just order me around. Worse than that, you dare presume about who I am and what I sand for. You know nothing about me." She jumped back while she pulled out her sword pointing it at the man ready for battle. "I will fight you. Not for my family name, but for myself."

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That was the spirit. It seemed that maybe this woman had more fight in her than the fake commanders. Garret grinned, a toothy grin as his eye lit up with excitement. "Yes, that's the spirit! One the battlefield there is no meaning to names! Blood is blood and words are meaningless! Let your actions speak for themselves!" Garret boomed, excitement filling his voice and giving it extra volume. How long had it been since the fire was kindled? How long since its warmth filled his veins, giving his heart a beat unlike any other.

Holding his sword by both hands, the right above the left he stepped forward with his right foot and advanced. Bringing the sword back over his right shoulder, the sharp edge facing towards both sky and skin, he approached Kisala. He only took a single step before leaning forward slightly, pulling his sword down with him. He swung downwards, his great sword threatening to cleave her in two if she allowed herself to be hit. If Kisala took a step back though, Garret would respond accordingly. He would end his swing before the sword struck the earth. He would then thrust forward, aiming to spear her through with his weapon. With over six feet of range, Kisala would have to be fast on her feet to avoid Garrets swings.

But there in lied the problem. Garrets sword style required more from his arms than it did his legs. Garret could swing as fast as he was strong. Garrets legs were used to stand, to position himself accordingly with how he needed to stand. Using a greatsword was not as easy as some fools would think. There was a far higher level of skill to use this sword properly than there was to simply swing it. Right now, though, Kisala needed to worry about dodging this first attack.

[Kisala Shihoin]

Kisala watched the man start his swing with his mighty weapon. As it gained speed she knew that she would not be able to dodge it by normal means. Kisala gripped her sword tightly waiting for the blade to be dropping at the speed where the man should have difficulty changing its path. Kisala used shunpo to move forward and to the left of the attack. The use of this technique caused pain to shoot through her muscles at such intense speeds that her body wasn't ready for, but she pushed through the pain to strike back at the man.

Gripping her sword in both hands, she swung her sword as fast and as hard as she could in a vertical slash going up his body as far as she could reach. Shouting from effort and the pain that still lingered from her body from the step technique, She brought her blade back down in a diagonal slash from his left shoulder down to his body to his right hip. trying to beat his sword in for a second strike at the man. She had to rely on her speed in order to have a chance in this fight. She just didn't have the strength to over come him, and she did not know any kido.

Her plan was to stay in close as possible, where it should be harder for him to do as much damage to her than if she were out in the weapons optimum range. She glanced down at his feet noting his wide solid stance. There was little change for her to destabilize him at this point, but that also means that he will have a much harder time moving around than she did. If he still didn't bring her sword to bear on her, she would fallow up her with kick to his legs trying to cause some pain to them.

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What was that? What exactly just happened? For a split second Garret had lost track of the bronze skinned woman. Where did she go? Was Garret eye acting up? Was the drawback of having one eye kicking in again? No, it wasn't a depth perception problem. Garret knew how to fight with only one eye, but what just happened couldn't have been a problem with his eye. She had simply vanished, The instant she vanished she had reappeared to Garrets right, letting out what seemed to be a pained cry as she swung her sword upwards hoping to catch Garret unaware.

The swordsman could ponder how she had moved so fast at a later time, right now he needed to defend against this attack. It was actually wise that Kisala had gotten so close, making it harder for Garret to swing his sword and deal sufficient amount of damage. Kisalas assumption that Garret would have difficulty stopping his swing was incorrect, as he had held back enough power to be able to keep it from touching the ground when he initially swung. The swordsman dragged his right foot back, twisting his upper body so it faced Kisala and drew his arms in, which pulled his sword in closer to his body and twisting them as he raised the blade up.

The flat of his weapon faced both him and Kisala, catching her blade on the face of his sword. Sparks flew as steel collided with iron. Garret tilted his blade slightly as Kisala attempted her downward swing, catching her blade on the flat of his weapon. Ducking slightly underneath his blade he pushed forward, pushing her sword back and his sword into Kisala. With his strength he aimed to simply push her away from him. This would interrupt her attempt to kick him.

He would push her back a few feet, since she being over three times weaker than him was a massive disadvantage. Garret grit his teeth as he begun to turn, pulling the sword along with him. His spin gave his sword momentum as he completed his spin, swinging the massive blade horizontally at Kisala. The white haired Shinigami would have been pushed back around three or four feet from Garret, if not more, so being within six feet of this man was dangerous. If Kisala did not respond properly to this swing, she would be cut in half.

Garrets sword could not be described as sharp. Could it cut? Absolutely. But the edge itself was rather worn down and dull. Rather, the weapon used a combination of speed plus power plus its own weight to cut people. Even saying it was cutting people wasn't correct. Crushing and tearing was more appropriate. Getting hit by this slab of iron would be like, at first, getting hit by a truck that was tearing through you. It would hurt. Still holding his sword with both hands Garret forced his sword to stop, repositioning it into a ready position by holding it out straight in front of him.

If Kisala managed to dodge she would realize something. She would realize that with the size of both Garrets body and the weapon that he wielded he was physically strong. She might even look at herself, her slender form that many men would drool over. Compare her small, tiny body to the one that Garret possessed. Hers held, seemingly, only one scar while being near flawless everywhere else. Garrets body was thick and decorated like a cutting board. Covered in scars ranging in a multitude of size and shapes. Slashes, punctures, what looked to be a rather large bite on his left side, his body was a master piece of battle.

Kisala would realize there were worlds of experience that separated the two. Garret had been born fighting. He was now spending two of his lives devoted to war. Garret was a natural born fighter, but his recent years had given Kisala an advantage. The swordsman was equal in his strength to what he was when he was alive, being well above the average of a normal human, but his swordsmanship had faltered. Garret had spent four hundred years in peace, never once touching the sword until recently. It was the fact that Garret was unaccustomed to wielding the sword again that this fight was not already over.

In his prime Garret was a master swordsman. Was he as skilled or as fancy as many other men of legend? Absolutely not. But not many men can claim, without lying, that they slaughtered one hundred men by themselves. Garret remembered that night. He remembered the blood, the feeling of his sword colliding with steel, of his sword cleaving through flesh and sinew. He remembered the excitement of battle. He remembered how his heart beat that night, how that hellfire inside him had been awakened and the berserker was born. That fire was not lit, only smoldering inside him. This woman would not be able to awaken the flames. Garret was sure of that.

Adjusting his grip on his sword he made no moves towards Kisala yet. There was no need to. She, in her anger, would come to him. She was slow, around his own movement speed, except during that one moment. Garret had noticed it, that sudden increase in speed. He noticed how she had suddenly screamed out in pain moments after during her attack. That had roused his curiosity. "Only for a moment did I lose track of you." He suddenly said, no doubt catching Kisala by surprise. His words didn't have any insult or bite to them, rather they were simply words.

"If you were capable of such speed then this fight would already be over, but I see that using such speed isn't good for your body. How, exactly, did you manage that?" Garret was curious. The man was the same race as Kisala, a spirit, so he to was capable of acquiring the Shunpo technique. But Garret was ignorant. He was never once a Shinigami, not even knowing of his latent racial abilities. Garret received no training of the spiritual sort. He was also unaware of what exactly he wielded in his hands, or what it was that made its home inside his eye socket.

Remaining Reiatsu: 1300 / 1300

Remaining Life Force: 1300 / 1300

[Kisala Shihoin]

Kisala clenched her teeth from the pain of the technique. She would need to use this technique a lot against this man unless she wanted to be cleaved in two by his giant sword. He managed to bring his sword back and block her attacks. He was able to wield it much faster than Kisala had anticipated. She would need to be much more crafty about how she goes about attacking him. Both of her attacks were intercepted by his sword in a shower of sparks. The screeching of metal on metal rang in her ears. 

Kisala felt herself easily pushed back several feet from the man. His strength was great indeed. There was no way that she would be able to match him if it came to blows. She knew that. In fact she wished that she didn't even have to fight him. There was nothing to be gained from this fighting, but she knew that there was no reasoning her way out of it. She had to finish this fight one way or another.She watched the man's arms move the blade and read the technique as a horizontal slice. 

She knew that she wouldn't not be able to get close this time to protect herself. As the blade came at her, she ducked on all fours letting the blade pass right over her head. She could feel the air pushed by the sword as it thundered over her cutting a few strands of her hair. She was going to attack the man when he asked her about her technique. He must not have faced a shinigami before. Shunpo was a basic step technique that pretty much all shinigami knew. She would be polite enough to tell him, but not everything.

"It is a technique that we shinigami learn. It is called Shunpo. Though I am able to use this technique, you noted the effects that it has on my body." She looked down at herself for a split second before looking back at the man. "But that does not matter. I am willing to go through all the pain I need to in order to fight you. You are strong, far more so than I. You are also far more experienced in battle, but none the less, I will do what I can. I will not give up!"

She took several steps forward trying to go forward and to the man's right. She would use shunpo again to clench her teeth trying to keep her pain to herself. The last thing you should ever do in a fight was to let your opponent know that you are in pain. She would get to the side of the man where she would slash at his legs trying to weaken the man's stance. She would continue to run around behind the man keeping close to him. She would then slice at his hamstring keeping an eye out from his counter attack.

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Speed - 50 Points



Spiritual Pressure - 100 Points



Reiatsu Strength - 50 Points



Light Aura - [Insert number here] Points



Dark Aura - [Insert number here] Points



Instinct - 50 Points



Senses - 50 Points



Energy sensory - 0 Points

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Anti-Stealth 1


Throwing Weapons 1


Swords 1


Strength of Will 1


Battle Focus 1


Mental Incantation 1

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There was an issue with the way that Kisala dodged Garrets swing. See, due the size of his weapon and the power behind its swing the weapon actually displaced the air as it swung. During its swings the air it displaced would followed behind, dragging anything close enough to the weapon along with the swing. Kisala who had chosen to dodge by going beneath the blade, only low enough to still allow her hair to get cut, would suddenly be pulled from the ground and toppling over a few feet away. The swordsman had time to complete his swing, bringing the sword over his head with a twist of his hand and returning it to a steady position.

He would allow her to get up, to explain exactly what it was that just happened. Shunpo? A technique that Shinigami possessed that allowed them to move like she had just done merely seconds ago? This was something standard to the Shinigami. Garret was quiet, processing what it was that she had just told him. The Shinigami were not so different from Garret, being the exact same species as him in fact. They were all spirits, after all. So did that mean that Garret could learn that Shunpo as well? It would be a useful weapon, being able to move faster than a loose arrow.

Garret did note the after effects that plagued the girl, the same that caused her to cry out in pain. The way she said it lead Garret to believe that she was inexperienced with the technique, and that was why it caused her such pain. Narrowing his eye, Garret realized that he was going to need to learn this technique at some point. No way was this wench teaching him it, he would find a more suitable teacher somewhere.

He listened to her speak, taking in what she had to say and simply sighing. "You openly admit and accept that I am far stronger than you. Any wise warrior would know when to step down. You wanted to prove some point to me? You wanted to prove that you're not some spoiled bitch? Fine, I take back my comment from earlier." Garret commented, lowering his head slightly. His eye remained trained on her though, narrowing just slightly as his mouth opened once more. "But you're still weak. You fight a stronger opponent for what? For rocks? For your pride? Don't make me laugh."

She came for him, veering slightly to his left and once again vanishing. The same move again huh? It didn't matter how fast her body could move to a spot, it mattered how fast she could swing that blade. She appeared again to his left, her sword swinging low and aiming for his leg. Attempting to cut his leg to keep him from swinging his sword, huh? It was a decent move, showing that the woman had some knowledge on how to fight. But she made one critical flaw in this attack.

The differences in their power. Garrets strength(150) far exceeded anything that Kisala was capable of doing. His strength was over three times greater than both the strength of her body and her reiatsu. As Garret made his own move, Kisala would witness her own sword simply collide with Garrets skin, like it was hitting a rock. The man was flexing the muscles in his leg, a natural response to something like this. Kisala would be confused, stunned, flabbergasted. Why did her sword suddenly stop? Why was he not cut?

Her thoughts would be interupted by the sudden mass slamming directly into the side of her face. Garret had drawn his arms in, turning his sword so that the pommel of his sword was pointed at her. He then slammed it into her. With all of his strength he slammed that pommel into the side of her face. Pain. Pain would explode throughout Kisalas head as her skin was torn open, leaking blood all over her face as she was sent to the ground. Garrets strike did far more than just tear her face open. There was two pieces of the skull that had been on the receiving end of that blow. The malar and the maxilla.

The later was essentially the bone of her upper jaw, the same bone that held the upper teeth. With that broken, no doubt Kisalas mouth would be filled with a few teeth. "Your Shunpo is impressive, but it doesn't matter if you can't hurt your opponent." Garret explained. Kisala would be in unbelievable pain. She wouuld have lost numerous teeth, on top of having a broken upper jaw. But Garret wasn't done. He needed to nail his point. She had her own technique, and he had his own. He gripped his sword with both hands, the muscles of his arms suddenly enlarging. The veins beneath his skin pumped wildly as he focused all his power into his arms.

"Know your place."

He swung. A simple overhead swing. But, it wasn't a simple swing at all. As his swing completed the ground exploded, an invisible force escaping his sword and tearing apart the ground as it rushed towards Kisala. The shockwave was not as large as it could have been, but it simply destroyed the ground as it tore through it. The invisible force would collide with Kisala, slamming directly into the middle of her body and exploding.

The explosion would throw her back, incredibly far back. The attack would shatter nearly every bone in her torso. Her sternum, her ribs, perhaps even a few organs. No doubt she would cough up blood. It was Garrets victory. It was unlikely she would have dodged that attack. Kisala had no ability to tolerate pain, so the shock of losing not only multiple teeth but a broken skull would have made it impossible for her to think straight. To even be able to respond appropriately to anything he did would be near impossible.

His attack would have thrown her into one of the stones of the monument, resting her against it. Garret looked at the mess she was left in, narrowing his eye as he began to approach her. "You have no one to blame but yourself for this, remember that." Garret commented, holding his sword out with his right hand. If Kisala was still conscious, if she was still capable of thinking, she would see the sudden enlargement of his right arms muscles. The veins beneath the skin being pushed upwards. He was doing it again.

Garret stopped, raising his sword up in preparation to swing. He said no words as he gazed coldly at her, then brought his sword down. The attack ripped through the ground like before, only this time flying past her and between two of Stonehenge's rocks. "You are not a Hollow, therefore I will not kill you. Stupid girl, hope that the next time we meet....no....hope that we never meet again." Garret commented, walking right by her and continuing on his way. Seeking some place to rest before night came, and the real battle began.

Remaining Reiatsu: 1300 / 1300

Remaining Life Force: 1200 / 1300
-100 for hit to Leg

[Kisala Shihoin]

Kisala was sure that her idea would work. That was was what made it all the more shocking and demoralizing to her when her blade collided with his leg. The sword made contact. She knew it did. It just did not cut. What was this man made out of? Kisala wondered as she started to pull her arms back for another swing. He could not be indestructible, she will be able to cut him. She started to swing again, but the fight was already over. 

A sudden explosion of pain erupted from Kisala's face. The force of the blow sent her flying away slamming into the ground like a rag doll. Her mind could barley process what was going on. She could feel the intense pain of her face and feel several teeth missing. Blood would fill her mouth from the missing teeth. She looked up at the blurry image of the man. She could tell that he was saying something to her, but the ringing in her ears made it impossible for her to ear him. 

She was him swing his sword down again and she closed her eyes expecting it to be the killing blow. She didn't understand what was going on until another force suddenly hit her body sending her flying into the remains of stone hinge. She cried out weakly barley able to open her mouth with her jaw broken. This was is, she thought. She was going to die here in a pile of rubble. She closed her eyes again and felt the force of him striking the stone beside her. She was not even worth finishing off. Was she that weak?

She opened her eyes one more time to see the man walking away. She cursed the man. Why did he even let her live if he despised her so much? Her sight was growing dark. The injuries she sustained were all too much for her body to bear and it was starting to shut down. Not in death luckily, just passing out from the shock of it all. Just before she passed out, she swore that one day she will be strong enough to face that man again, and next time, she will not lose.