A Human makes first contact with a powerful soul.

['Stalker']

Thread Title: A Human makes first contact with a powerful soul.
Participants: Kisala Shihoin vs. 'Prime'
World: Human World
Death Setting: Non Death Enabled
Rating: R
Location: Out in the streets of London in a dark night. No one is out but Prime herself. Soon enough, she finds something else...
Special Conditions: N/A
Circumstances: Prime was just venturing out in the nights of London to find a small job but she happens to come across her first Shinigami. She doesn't know who this person is but all she knows is that she's dangerous and Jill likes that. From there we shall see what happens!

['Stalker']

Prime was hearing the sounds of her alarm going off as she just lays there annoyed. It was that time of the night again to get up and get a business job. Man, she hated doing this. It was like hell in her opinion because the risk she goes through just to complete them. She's always hired by thugs too so it's even more annoying for that just to happen. She'd get up quietly and smack that alarm right off just to get herself ready for the new night of strolling around for a job.

She'd slip her underclothing on and goes into the bathroom to look at herself in the mirror. Damn, she needed to put her hair up. She'd slowly grab a hair band and fix her hair up. Not too bad but she was ready to start her night off good and easy. She needed to get herself a job is she wants to travel around the world and whatnot. She'd walk out of her apartment and close that door shut. She'd lock her door and go into the elevator to go to the first floor. She'd wonder to herself what her next job will be and such and as soon as she steps out and goes outside her adventure will now begin.

It was a dark and empty night in the streets of London. Street lights were on but it was still dark and creepy out. Prime was wandering the streets very slowly and cautiously because during these times at night were at their worse. Prime loved traveling around at night but sometimes every so often some thug would try to jump at her and steal from her. However, she always counters them with her knowledge of Brazilian martial arts. It's a very powerful and striking way of knocking down opponents and getting them knocked out cold. Sometimes, she gets the ideas of just taking their loot but a majority of times she leaves them there for the authorities.

This night though was different. It was cold and the skies had not stars out. That was because the city lights were blocking the stars. However, there was a different reason why the night was so different. She smelled the air and she could smell the scent of blood. Someone was attacked by an animal or something. She sprints towards an ally to find out the air was so horrid with blood and it was the discovery of a hollow manifesting a poor soul. It looked about her size but looked purely like an overgrown frog. It quickly looks over towards her.

She looks at it with not really a scared look but a brave sinister look. As it roared at her she quickly gets into a martial arts position and taunts the creature to come. The roar was so loud anything that was spiritually aware could hear it from a far distance across the city. The creature moves in really fast when Prime just grins and crouches down to jump over the creature. It was literally like a slow motion was just happening on top of the creature and it left it very surprised. Sure, Prime was just your average human but she sure was fit to do some pretty unique stuff that normal people can't do averagely.

The creature was dazed by how a human could do this. When finally she drops on the creature and lands her leg down hard on the creature's head and jabs the tough heel from her shoe into the hollow's mask. It was a big scene as the creature cried in agony and finally she pushes herself off to do a flip and kick up on its jaw. As the foot slams under the jaw, it was painful enough for that creature to certainly feel pain. The creature was stumbling back a bit from the pain going through its' mind.

This wasn't enough damage to kill the creature but it knew instantly she was a tough human to fight. It quickly jumped high on the roofs and ran off to avoid this fight. Prime just chuckled and just moved on into her business. Maybe, that was her big thing tonight but who knows. She continued along the streets finding suspicious people to talk to for jobs but no one was out. How boring was that... She was about to give up tonight anyways if there was nothing out here offering illegal jobs.

[Kisala Shihoin]

Kisala Shihoin walked along the roof tops of London. It was a dreary place. It was a little cold, the stars could not be seen. It almost made Kisala a little depressed being in a place like this, but she had a job to do here and she was going to do it. She had been sent by the Soul Society to hunt down a hollow that had been frequenting the area. It had devour several souls and attacked a few humans already. Kisala had to stop it, before it could get any stronger.

Kisala skidded to a stop when the frog like hollow leaped up on the roof top across the street from her. She didn't know why it would, but that would save her the trouble of searching the city for the beast. Before Kisala went after the thing, she watched it to see if she can catch it by surprise. She bent low hiding behind a chimney while hiding her spiritual pressure. She poked her head around the brick stack watching the hollow intently.

Her orange eyes would see that the hollow did not notice her. It seemed to be preoccupied with itself at the moment. It moved and fidget like it was hurt. It must have either let something escape it, or it had just finished eating a particularly tough meal. In any case, the hollow had had its last meal. It was time for her to execute it. Kisala gripped the handle of her Zanpakuto and steadied her breathing. It was time to fight.

She darted out from behind the chimney running as fast as she could over the street to get to the hollow. She brought her sword up in a high position bringing it down in a vertical strike. The hollow had heard her coming and dodged the attack, but not before getting a gash on its right side. Kisala held her sword low as she persued not giving the hollow any time to recover. She brought it up in a diagonal slash from her left to right catching it in the chest. Kisala then managed to get on the back of the hollow plunging her sword into the mask of the hollow killing it. 

She watched the soul go from this world to the soul society smiling to herself. She was glad that she was able to help some soul move on into a better life. She dropped down and sat down to clean her sword. She made it a habit to clean it after each use. She never knew when she might be forced to go for long periods without proper up keep. She sat down on a crate and started wiping it down with a rag. 

She heard foot steps heading to her. She was surprised that someone was out in this weather. She ran her fingers through her off white hair. Her skin was a dark bronze covered by her black uniform. A scar ran across her nose which was lighter than the rest of her skin. Kisala was not sure who or what was coming her way, but she wasn't going to be openly hostile right away. She would stay where she was looking in that direction wiping the hollows blood from her sword.

['Stalker']

Green eyes glare all around the streets after her encounter with that beast. Usually, she'd be scared of something like that but she found that nothing more than an animal. As she walked down the streets and looked through the ally ways she wondered to herself what that creature actually was. Was this a creature who devoured souls? What was the purpose of it devouring souls? She could smell the blood in her mind as she just continued on to travel. She sighed, heading back home.

Oh, but this wasn't the end of that. Finally, she saw a man in a trench coat under a street light, looking over at her. Her hands went into her pocket as she knew this face well. It was a mob boss from Russia who's been dealing drugs and weaponry here to local gangs. She'd smirk and walk across the street and approaches the shadowy figure. She'd stand a few yards away from this figure, awaiting for the figure to speak first. Finally, he did. "Well, well... If it isn't the illegal job dealer. How are you doing, 'Prime'?" he'd say. Now Prime was her code name because she left her real name anonymous for business purposes.

Prime nods, and looks at him with a straight face. "Alright, what do you want done tonight? I had to run from the authorities last night for running in that drug cartel. What do you want now?" she'd ask. Obviously Prime wasn't to thrilled to do business like this. She hated doing business involving getting caught with authority and such that it was this big of a deal. Her grassy green eyes glowed from the street light under her. If anyone was attracted to eyes, she'd be one to go for. These eyes were predator eyes though. She looked over, waiting for the mob boss to make his mind up.

He laughs and spreads his arms out, obviously it's a sign that he's pleased for her business with her. "Oh, my friend! You've certainly made yourself worthy of being a runner from the authorities like that!" and he'd laugh like this wasn't a big deal. Prime's eyes were fueled with hate as she heard him talk to her like this. This wasn't something that wasn't taken lightly. Prime spits the words, "Look here, I wasn't happy with your little bullshit you set me up with. Whether you set up business with me now or I'm takin' a fuckin' walk. Spill it already." and from that point the mob boss stopped his humor.

Her American accent was a great disguise to make herself completely anonymous to most and she could easily cover up her own native accent with it so well. His face got in a business look, "Alright, alright. Get out of your fucking period for a moment here. Let's get to it." he would say before pulling a piece of paper out with some information on it. He'd read this information in his mind and Prime could tell so because she could see his brown eyes going back and forth on the paper. Finally, after a minute of reading it, he'd slip the paper away and pulls a wad of money out of his pocket and throws it down between them.

"Alright, Prime. This job isn't a fucking joke at all. It makes you money and it makes me money. Your job will be to go into adoption homes and search around for young children then to abduct them with whatever you have to keep 'em quiet. We're gonna put them up in the black market for government officials to purchase them illegally then commit their top secret experiments on them or whatever the fuck. The rest is left classified. There's 5 'kay of pounds. I know you wouldn't throw an offer like that down. That's the most you've been paid right there. Bring me the children around 2 AM in our warehouse."

Prime listened on and on. The more he just kept going the more it annoyed her. Then her pupil's grew small as she hears 'child abductions'. Wow, is the sick fuck really asking her to kidnap children for corruptible government wants? She'd close her eyes after he finished and she'd sigh very heavily. This was a big job but a wrong job. Prime was a very cold person and she didn't give a shit for people but this wasn't something Prime wanted to ever do. She'd slowly walk over towards the money and make her choice very carefully.

Abduct children for a lot of money? Screw the job and walk away? Thoughts and ideas popped in her head left and right. It was a call that Prime needed to make because it wasn't something she could just walk away from. Finally, the idea came in her head. She'd back her foot out and slam her toes against against the wad of cash and sends it flying towards the mod boss. Before, quickly moving in and sliding across the floor to surprise him with such a sudden attack. Yup, Prime is going rogue for the mob boss because she knew damn well that this was a job that was not in her list.

He'd not see any of this coming and take that hit so quick that it made him fall. She'd quickly react once more and jump right on top of him. She'd land on her back and wrap her legs around his neck like a predator snake, choking her prey out to devour it whole. She'd bite down on her teeth and speak, "You damn, son of a bitch. Abducting children for corrupted governments? You must be a fucking idiot to not understand human morals over your own. You should be fucking sorry for fucking planning something like this. I'm about to end your fucking life in a moment for your stupid crimes!" and this caused the mob boss to gag and beg for air.

He'd slowly reach his own hand down his trench coat to reach for something and Prime knew this'd come down to it. She'd quickly grip to her max and before you knew it he quickly dropped his hand as he slowly went unconscious. The bullshit was over and she'd kick him off her like a ragdoll was just placed on her. She does a Chinese getup move and looks at the body. How fucking sick is this shit. Just to hire her to for a job like that? No way in hell is she doing that. She'd quickly snatch the money off the ground and slide it away. Before walking over his body, she'd send a foot into his gut.

She'd walk away right after that and walk down the street again. This time she was done tonight, she needed to head home after that bullshit. She'd think so hard on that job she was just offered and it finally came out with just anger towards him after all this time. She'd sigh and look down an ally way to find something shining like bright metal down the ally. It was a light post that was shining this object and she noticed something moving back and forth on it as if someone was cleaning it. This was trouble written all over it.

She'd turn towards the ally and begin to walk down it. Her footsteps would clap against the hard floor as she stops only about 10 yards away from the figure. She'd watch as this wasn't just your average metal but a sword. This made her cautious towards the being but she wasn't scared. She's dealt with men firing guns at her and this was nothing. She couldn't quite see who it was and only saw the blade. Prime slowly lets her tongue speak, "I can see you, I also see blood on your blade. Show yourself," she'd say and give a blank expression.

Little did Prime know that this was not your average person but a shinigami. Prime doesn't know anything about shinigamis but that doesn't make her scared. For now, she only sees this figure as a thug or something and that didn't make her concerned at all. She was ready to react if this idiot tried to charge her and she was probably way more experienced then this fool was when it came down to fighting. After all, she does know how to disarm a blade away from someone. So let this person try and fight her. Her green eyes were invisible to this being for now but all the shinigami could see was just a dark figure in their eyes. Jill had her hand rested on her hip, awaiting for anything to happen any moment from this point forward.

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{Stats and Skills}
Strength - 50 (35)

Speed - 50

Spiritual Pressure - 50

Reiatsu Strength - 50 (75)

Light Aura - 5

Dark Aura - 95

Instinct - 50

Senses - 50

Energy sensory - 0

Healing Expertise - 0


Total SP: [300] Points


SKP (9/15)

Weapons (Guns) [1]

Martial Arts (Brazilian jiu-jitsu) [1]

Analyzing [1]

Focused Eye [1]

Lack of Fear [1]

Stealth [1]

Anti-Stealth [1]

Acting [1]

Sex [1]

[Kisala Shihoin]

Kisala wiped the blade with the rag. She looked in the direction of the person or people that were heading her way. She stiffened not sure what to think. She had not have had the best experience in the world of the living. She had fought against a giant of a man with a weapon to match his body. She had been lucky to walk away from that indecent with her life. She remembered that her skull was pretty much torn to pierces. 

The members of Squad 4 were really miracle workers. They repaired her skull, and she was back to training in a week or two, though they insisted that she take it easy and rest for another two weeks. Kisala never liked to be stuck in bed and doing nothing. It was like all she could think about was training and getting stronger so that would never happen again. Kisala did listen to them and compromised that she would sit out for another week.

Her injuries were not the only thing that resulted from the unpleasant experience. Kisala's confidence seemed to have been shaken up quite a bit, and would actively try to keep from going back out into the human world. Her superiors didn't seem to upset by her dodging the subject of going back to the human world whenever it came up, but in the end it was something the she was going to have to do sooner or later. That is why she was given this job. She was just to go the the human world, kill the hollow causing trouble, and then come back.

Kisala was sort of surprised that she was taking everything as well as she was. She was conducting herself in a pretty professional manner, and got everything that she had everything done that she needed to get done, and on top of that, nothing has gone wrong yet. She smiled and wiped her blade again when the figure got close enough for her to see. Most human's couldn't see her so she was not too troubled by the sudden appearance. 

"I can see you, I also see blood on your blade. Show yourself," Kisala's stomach lurched when the woman said it. It would be her luck to run into another spiritually aware individual. Kisala was not quite done with cleaning her weapon, but she didn't want to seem hostile. She got up and sheathed her sword walking closer to the women so that they could see each other pretty clearly. Kisala said nothing just looking over the woman before her. She stayed on her toes not knowing what to expect.

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{Spoiler - Stats and Skills}
Strength - 50 Points

Speed - 100 Points

Spiritual Pressure - 105 Points + 50% = 158 Points

Reiatsu Strength - 50 Points

Light Aura - 75 Points

Dark Aura - 25 Points

Instinct - 50 Points

Senses - 50 Points

Energy sensory - 0 Points

Healing Expertise - 0 Points

Spoiler - Skills
Stealth 1

Anti-Stealth 1

Throwing Weapons 1

Swords 1

Strength of Will 1

Battle Focus 1

Mental Incantation 1

['Stalker']

They were just a few feet away from each other and they'd both stare into each other's eyes. She'd notice she'd have orange eyes like fire. Her grassy green eyes would stare at the fire-like eyes just giving her a glare of cautiousness. Her body was so fit that I'm sure some men would be put to shame compared to her. She'd slowly look at her outfit and it already looked retarded. She just kept taking notes in her head about her appearances and knew that she was showing signs of being powerful compared to herself. She'd slowly go into her mind and have a quick flash back. She was careful though if she tried anything.

*Flashback*

She was a teen, possibly 15 years of age in her dojo with several other kids. Her belt was brown and the rest were brown as well. Her master was sitting far away just watching his students. He'd rise a fan up in the air, "Begin! Jill versus Scotty!" and Jill would ready herself as her comrade strikes first. His leg would slam down as she raises an arm to block this attack. Scotty was very strong compared to her and she noticed he was just a hulky like guy. She'd keep the block going as his leg remained. She suddenly begins to laugh at him, "God fucking damn! You're very ugly with the amount of muscles you have!"

Scotty's hazel eyes were angry and his leg slammed down from extra strength. Her eyes go wide as he sends a fist towards her face. She tried to dodge this fist but it hits her right in the cheek. This was painful enough to send her flying straight into the ground. God, fucking damn this hurt like a fucking bitch. She'd tried to do a Chinese getup when suddenly he brings in a power kick into her gut and it'd keep her down. Scotty quickly gets on the ground and wraps his arm around her neck. Her eyes widen as she'd choke in pain. She couldn't even breathe at all.

"Don't you ever call my an ugly person you little bitch!" and this caused Jill to get angry and allow her to send a heel into his gut from behind. He's quickly let go after feeling the pain and she'd roll over and notice blood coming right out of her own mouth. She'd finally get to do her Chinese getup and look over with hate. He'd weakly get himself up but that didn't stop her from advancing.  She quickly sprints and jumps in the air to land her right leg on his spine, causing him to get off guard.

Her eyes were now with predator hate as she wrapped her legs around his throat where he couldn't do anything to her. She was constricting his throat to hard that it could nearly kill him. He was gasping for air when their master slams the fan on the floor, "Enough! Jill, you are the winner of the fight!" and that quickly snapped Jill back into her humanity. She quickly released him and got up shortly afterwards. She walked passed him as he was gasping for air. Her eyes peer at her master and she'd bow to him. "I've defeated him master, now may I get myself belted up?" she'd ask in determination.

Her master was quite a middle aged man and he was far more experienced then all his students. Unfortunately, he would slowly shake his head. "No, you are not ready for a promotion in your performance. You and Scotty are the only two not becoming promoted because of the harsh language you gave each other. That is not way to fight your opponent. Sometimes, that can even get you both killed in a real fight. That angers and fuels the enemy sometimes and makes them determined to defeat you. You will be brown belts for a few more weeks. Dismissed." and he'd rise from his chair and walk off.

She'd look at herself and sigh. She was clearly disappointed that she's failed her master and lost control of herself. She stood there for a few moments when Scotty walks by and purposely slams his shoulder against her's. "Next time, don't be such a cunt. You'll regret it next time." and he'd continue to walk off. She'd sigh and sit down on the floor to think about what she did. Clearly, she cannot underestimate her enemies and she cannot judge her enemies. It will only fuel their anger.

She sighed and kept that in mind. She would sit there for almost an hour, just learning that she cannot do such a thing like that. She'd stand up very quietly and looked around the room. It was empty and she knew it was getting late. The janitor even came in which only happens when it's getting really late. She'd sigh and begin to walk over to her bags and pick them up. Man, it's hard to face the fact that she'd not getting promoted. She'd sling her bag on and slowly walk through that door. The flashback ends and she begins to think back to modern era here.

*Returning from Flashback*

The eyes of Prime look into other's eyes. She'd smirk at her, obviously understand that this person should not be underestimated. She certainly isn't the attractive type to grab attention but she was a fighter. She recognized that uniform for it was a uniform that ancient Japanese folks would wear in their dojos and households. She'd finally speak to her after examining her body. "What's your purpose here? Don't do that silent shit, you'll only get yourself beat up around here. That sword of yours ain't much to thugs around here for they carry guns. Unless.... You're not even human are you?"

That question should get things heated. She was aware of souls and such around but to find out that this could be a soul that's armed is trouble. It's like those damn creatures that just attack people for no reason. She had to do something or else she could harm others. She needs to continue acting casual and remain cautious towards the soul. She doesn't want to get this blade sent in so quick. Prime has learned how to properly disarm someone but she learned from her training also to never underestimate them.

She'd look over to her sword, while carefully eyeing her from the edge of her eyes. "Tell me who you are, before things get really messy. I don't know if you're posing a threat to me or others here. I just saw blood on your blade and that's a sign of a trouble enough right there." She'd say with a very cautious tone. She may look like an average human but she was certainly fit in defending herself against the armed soul if may be. She was awaiting her answer at this point, would she strike so fast? Would she hand to hand her? Maybe just be even friendly. Who knows, but Prime was ready. 

 

[Kisala Shihoin]

Kisala eyed the human woman in front of her. Her orange eyes scanned the woman's fit body, and was sure that she would be trouble if they had to fight hand to hand. Kisala really didn't want to start a fight if she could help it, but that didn't mean that she wasn't going to back down from one when it came down to it. For now, Kisala would kep her hands at her side, but still close enough to her sword when things get ugly.

"What's your purpose here? Don't do that silent shit, you'll only get yourself beat up around here. That sword of yours ain't much to thugs around here for they carry guns. Unless.... You're not even human are you? Tell me who you are, before things get really messy. I don't know if you're posing a threat to me or others here. I just saw blood on your blade and that's a sign of a trouble enough right there." This woman was starting to piss Kisala off, but she was trying not to let it get to her. There was still no need for violence, but those were fighting words.

Kisala had always been more at home with the men and women at the barracks than with all the nobles at their fancy parties. She was always ready to get rough and dirty with the boys especially if it meant showing some of the louder ones up. It wouldn't matter what the contest was, strength, speed, stealth it didn't matter to Kisala. She would always jump on the chance, or she would do it just for the fun of it and trying to continue getting as strong as possible. 

She remember one time she was wondering through the Seretei when a couple of Squad Elevens confronted her. They were a couple of unseated grunts for the lack of a better word. They had been drinking some sake and maybe had a few too many drinks for their own good. The two stumbled more than walked over to her cutting her off from her meandering path. She was a little perturbed by the sudden intrusion and the stench of alcohol on them.

"Hey...Isn't this the new Shihonin that just joined squad two?" The first guy asked. He was slightly taller than Kisala was and had a bright red Mohawk. He had symmetrical tattoos going down his neck and criss-crossing across his chest. He had several piercings along the top of his left ear and a stud in his left ear. He was defiantly an...interesting looking fellow. He had his uniform in a mess fully showing his chest. She didn't know if it was from the booze or that is just how he usually dresses. 

The other man was the cleaner of the two. He had his uniform tidy for the most part, though it was slightly messed up. He had his sleeves drawn up and a few stains on the front from a few missed sips. He had a slight flush to his face which she thought meant that he was the drunker of the two. That could mean that he simply had more, or he couldn't hold it as well. Kisala didn't know nor could she unless he said something which he didn't. He leaned into the young woman's face looking over her. At this point Kisala was still new to being a soul reaper. 

"Y'now, I sheenk yrrr right." The older looking man replied. "I dont sheenk she hash what it taksh to be a shini...shinii..-hic- gami." His eyes dropped from Kisala's down to her chest. He put the goofiest smile on his face as he stared at her chest, but Kisala wasn't even thinking about where he was looking. He thought that she didn't have what it took? id he just question if she could do something beacuse she was a noble? She narrowed her eyes and drew her right arm back bringing her fist up into a hard uppercut. The man grunted and stumbled back landing on his butt.

Kisala glared at them. Her orange eyes were burning with rage. He popped her knuckles and then her neck getting right into the face of the red head. She was not one to back down when being challenged. She and her sister would fight all the time over something small and childish all the time in their youths. If anyone questioned her abilities to do anything because she was a woman, or the fact that she was a noble, she would let them see her capabilities and all her fury.

"What about you? Well, you think that I am not cut out for this?" The man didn't back off He glared at Kisala both were ready to fight, but the guy that had just gotten hit started laughing. He rubbed his chin as he struggled to his feet on shaky legs. He used a nearby wall for support. He didn't seem to be that upset about the slug that he just took. This caused the young woman and the young man to look at each other confused.

"You know whash yourr pwroblem is? You are too up tight. Yrr need to reaxsh have some shake." he said motioning for her to join him Kisala wasn't sure if she should. She didn't drink that much. She liked to keep her wits about her, but it was her day off and as long as she was responsible, she should be alright. The read head guy wrapped his arm around her neck and guided her over. "Come on what is the harm?"

After an hour or so she was just as drunk as they were. They were horse playing and drinking like they were old friends. That was of course after the handicapped drinking contest she had with both of them. It ended only when Kisala's sister came looking for her and found her singing drunkenly with the other two shinigami. She had gotten a tongue lashing the fallowing morning on top of one mean hang over. 

Kisala looked at the woman and thought that she might as well answer her. She never let her eyes wonder from the other woman's. She knew that watching someone's eyes could give a big clue to as to where an opponent would attack next. She narrowed her eyes keeping her body tense. "I am Kisala. I am a Shinigami dispatched to kill a hollow in the area. My business is not with you." She said in a semi-authoritative voice. After all she was still on a mission.

['Stalker']

This woman's attitude was rude and uncalled for. Prime bites down on her own teeth, "Who the fuck do you think you are just sound big and bad?" she'd say before backing up slightly to avoid a sudden blade attack. Now, shit's about to get really serious here. "I don't give a fuck if I'm not business with you. I give a fuck when someone gives me some bullshit tone thinking they're so big and bold. Let me tell you somethin' sister, actually scratch that you aren't a sister. You should watch who you pick fights with because if you start a fight that you can't even control then shit's on you when it happens!"

Prime's tone wasn't aggressive, more rather annoyed and disgusted that someone like her would simply sound like a boss over her. Just because she carries a sword doesn't mean she's a complete badass. From this point if she kept this shit up one more time, she's going to seriously throw her moves at her but she didn't want to cause too much conflict. "Look, pal. If you're going to do your job for whatever the fuck you do, don't be a cunt towards someone who tries to warn you of thugs and shit around here. I've dealt with enough idiots around here to make it last several years. I'm sure you're not idiot but don't act cool with your sword."

She'd glare at her now with an annoyed look. This was already the sign of the females were not kind towards each other. It was almost like two animals in the animal kingdom about to face by getting in each other faces. Prime wouldn't mind from this point fighting her if she didn't bring that sword out. If she was the kind to resort to weapons like this than she's a pussy. Her grassy eyes beam at her to examine her body once more. She didn't show too much of a threat but she was eager to show her that muscles won't matter. 

"Kisala, right?" she'd ask her in a more positive tone. She'd wait for her to respond and even if she doesn't, Prime responds. "Maybe, I should tell you my 'name' respectively, my 'business' name. Call me Prime, it'll be the only name you'll hear. So, are you in the mood to fight this shit out?" she'd say in a more aggressive tone. She was clearly annoyed by this bitch and she was eager to just beat the hell out of her just to get her out of her mind. She continues to give her a glare that isn't too pleasing.

She slips off her gloves and rubs her so soft hands together. Ironically, these were hands that were meant to fight. Her pale hands were gorgeous and yet soft looking. Anyone who is attracted to skin like this would fall in love with it. She'd crack her knuckles, "Come on, let's give this shit a go. Only rule though, put that blade somewhere where we can't reach it. Let's fuckin' tango!" And this from this point was the beginning of the fight. She was doing this as a brawl to fight to let anger out. Obviously, the two pissed each other off. Though, this predator had thoughts in minds.

"Tell you what, if you manage to kick my ass, I'll award you. If I kick your ass, then we're even. No award needed. Deal, Kisala?" there was the rule there. If Kisala won, she'd receive an award and if Prime won then they both can walk off. Prime was ready and able to fight her. She was eager to beat her up but for the fun of it. That is if she takes her challenge. Most likely she will depending on how she wants to go. She hopes so because if she won maybe the award will sooth Kisala after the fight. No blood, just bruises. That's the whole point of the fight.

[Kisala Shihoin]

Kisala was caught off guard by the woman's sudden aggression. She knew that the words she chose were not the best, but she didn't think her tone was one that would warrant this level of aggression. Kisala tensed her muscles and instinctively reached for her blade, but stopped herself from actually grabbing the hilt. She didn't know how to react. The biggest thing that was on her mind was the fight with the giant Garret. She was reminded all too well with how that ended. 

The woman was challanging Kisala to a fight. Hand to hand without her Zanpakuto. Well Kisala was more than happy to oblige her. She didn't see any reason for it, but she will put her all into this brawl. The woman mentioned a reward, but she was not really interested in what the woman had to give her, but instead only focused on showing her what she got. Kisala narrowed her eyes but in the end nodded. "I did not mean to show any attitude, but if a fight is what you want, a fight you will get." She said unhooking the scabbard of the Zanpakuto and setting it gently on the crate she was sitting on before. 

Kisala walked back to where she was standing before and bowed respectfully before getting into fighting stance with her fists up. Unlike most Shihoins, she wasn't that well trained in hand to hand combat. She relied on her sword work and throwing weapons most of the time, but she was not going to back down now. She narrowed her orange eyes motioning for the woman before her to make the first move. "Come and get some then." 

['Stalker']

Prime was watching her very carefully place down that sword. She was making sure she had no tricks up her sleeves to make sure she wouldn't try to pull anything out. She admired her for simply accepting this challenge, for all Kisala knew Prime could have a weapon under her leather suit. To be fair Prime had to show herself as an equal opponent. After all, the Shinigami girl unarmed herself. Prime would slowly zip down the top part of her leather suit and tuck in in her pants. She wore a navy blue tank-top with no sleeves on. Her arms were pale along with her upper chest. Her cleavage could be shown, showing off an attractive figure.

She showed herself unarmed and no tricks up her sleeves. The air was cool as her skin begins to emit goosebumps. It was sure chilly for her but she didn't care. "Alright, before I fuck yeh' up. Rules, no boob shots, no weapons. Yeah, that's about it. You pull off whatever trick you want out of the books but no killing. Blood is accepted but bruises are preferred." She'd say with the grassy eyes examining the opponent. She was ready to fuck shit up but when she was taunted to go first that was already a bad start. A flashback would come back just one last time and she'd make it quick.

*Flashback*

She was just 16 years old. She finally gets herself to the red belt and goes to competition. She sits across her opponent, just ready to strike but she had to wait for the ref to do something. She awaited patiently, watching the other opponent and she learned a few ago that she shouldn't underestimate her enemies or call them anything. She noticed this opponent was smaller then her but certainly had more muscle then she did. He was a fairly built young man about 15 and she knew this guy was not to be underestimated at all.

They'd both stand up and bow to each other, ready to proceed forward with their fight. The ref brings the flag high in the air and with over 5 seconds of waiting, he slams the flag down and yells to fight. Quickly, the two begin to circle around each other. This wasn't as easy as going in and striking but they had to examine each other carefully for weaknesses. This wasn't too bad at all and was the most peaceful part of the fight. She looked around and found where he could strike first.

There was only one problem. He didn't want to strike first! This caused a nervous feeling to run through her blood. She wasn't the type to just strike first but she had to possibly do it. She was more into defensive strategy then anything else in fighting. She had to think carefully or else she could hold this fight on forever. They continued circling each other, thinking carefully on how to approach this fight. She quickly hatched an idea and took a breathe and went in for it.

*Returning from Flashback*

She knew what she must do. She grinned at her opponent and quickly ran in with a last few moments of just rolling in so fast (Max of her speed). She quickly came out of the ball in front of her and threw a kick right into the air towards her gut, attempting to land a perfect blow into the gut. This wasn't a very strong blow but what helped this go on was her speed. From there she'd have to determine what was next in attacking. If she missed and was attempted to be attacked. She'd attempt to throw up a block to avoid getting hit by the damage.

Prime was an experienced fighter. She knew what she was doing compared to a majority of people. She loved to fight people in a one versus one match, especially like this. She was eager to let her anger out because this woman pissed her off and she was so pissed about early with the crime lord. She was ready to carry this fight for awhile but how long will this fight truly carry on for? She was fast but how about Kisala? Was she better then her? Let's find out shall we?

[Kisala Shihoin]

Kisala may have not been the most experienced shinigami, or have any real skills in hand to hand combat, but she did have her focus and determination. She felt sort of naked without, her Zanpakuto, but she had to think about this fight differently. She had to think about this as just another training fight. This was getting her better and hand to hand combat. She wasn't sure what to expect from the woman, but she had to be ready none the less. Kisala clenched her fists tensing the muscles under her bronze skin.

Kisala watched the woman throw herself into a roll to cover the ground between them. Kisala watched her and instead of staying in place, she jumped over the girl landing behind her. Kisala would kick at the woman's back as fast as she could wanting to not only cause enough pain in her back to keep her from moving well, but also push her away from her. As long as Kisala held some distance between them she felt very much at ease in the fight.

['Stalker']

Surprise! She had a surprise just happen. Damn, she wasn't bad at that but she knew a perfect surprise to Kisala that could counter her. As she feels that foot slam against her back, she'd suck the pain slightly and spin her foot around as she slams her leg against her standing on one leg, causing her to trip. There was no way of avoiding this because being a one leg was hard enough. Prime was fast but not as fast as Kisala.

She'd quickly jump over her and on top of her, smiling. "Get up!" and jump off of her, standing up and giving her a chance to recover. Prime was neck to neck with Kisala. She was a martial arts specialist but Kisala was a faster fighter. She was probably even more flexible then Prime was for all she knew but that won't stop her from continuing the fight. Her back was pumping with pain as she felt that foot slam hard against her own spine. She'd smirk at her as Kisala gets up.

Prime spits on the floor to clear her mouth of fluids. "You're not bad... I can see us being even but I wanna kick your ass hard still!" and that'd fuel a morale boost in her favor. She was ready for the next swing from her opponent, hell this time she's waiting for her to make the first move. She'll wait this out if she has to. She's had her fair share of being offensive. Let's see her opponent go offensive once. After all, she can wait this out if she really wants to. This caused Prime to circle with her opponent if she'd follow with her, causing friction to happen between them.

Prime was not the greatest at doing offensive approaches but she was excellent at defending and committing take downs. Her take downs are like predators taking down prey, she'd come close to nearly knocking them out but if she sees mercy, she'll let them go. Prime was kinda cold when it came down to it, she'd sometimes even knock her opponents out for the pleasure of it. She'd wait for Kisala to make her strike, for Prime wasn't choosing to attack this time. It was Kisala's turn after all!

[Kisala Shihoin]

Kisala felt her foot make contact with Prime's back, but Prime countered with a sweep of her own. The next thing Kisala knew, she was on her back with the woman standing over her. The woman could have started a ground and pound right there, but she chose not to for some reason. She allowed Kisala to roll to her feet. There was some distance between them, and it seemed like the woman was waiting on her to attack first.

Kisala was slowly putting this woman's fighting style together. She seemed to favor counter fighting and take down. Kisala may hold a speed advantage, but that would do little good if they ended up on the ground. Kisala would need to strike fast and hope that she would move fast enough to avoid being grabbed. She would use Shunpo as a last resort. It would still cause her pain whenever she used it, so she would need to use it sparingly.

Kisala darted in keeping her legs light and springy under her. She would throw a fast kick with her left leg targeting her opponents inside thigh. She would fallow it up with two punches aiming for her stomach. If she could land enough punches to her stomach to where her out, and kicks to slow her down, then Kisala would be able to go for the more riskier moves without more confidence and odds of success. 

['Stalker']

Prime wasn't the kind to beat the hell out of someone when they wouldn't get a chance to fight. She finds it unfair and uneasy for the opponent. She was sparing and yet she could be cold. If Kisala would have done something like that to her then Prime would have done the same if she would have had the chance like earlier but she wasn't the kind to just beat the hell out of someone like that if they no chance to fight back. She cracked neck and watched carefully as she quickly came for an attack. Perfect...

As she lands down to land a kick, she'd spread her legs out to avoid dangers of being kicked. This was a tactical way of avoiding a hit, perfect for defense. Now, here comes those punches. She'd grin and block both hits with her palms, but this didn't stop her here. Her last fist punch gets grabbed to avoid escape and this is where the take down begins. No way of escaping her grab, she quickly pulls her in with her strength and wraps her arm around her neck while holding onto her fist. Her other arm locks around her neck as she quickly constricts her air pipe.

Once she wraps her arm around so tight for her to escape, she quickly throws both of them down on the floor and attempts to make her tap. Now, there's two solutions into escaping this. Applying enough power of a punch and attempt to hit her in the face so hard that she may not handle the pain to well and leg go, or attempt to pry the arm loose for her to escape her grip. Her arm was secured pretty well around her neck and if she couldn't escape this any further this'd be hell for her at the end of all this.

Prime was grinning, obviously she was pleased to have her locked in. She'd talk very roughly as she was trying to hold her in this spot. "Better, tap out... I could literally make you pass out if you don't figure out what to do!" she'd say obviously giving her some advice. It was a pretty good situation on Prime's part but she wasn't the strongest. She'd have her neck tightly secured but a few blows in the face could fuck her up and force her to let go.

Prime knew what she was doing though. Sometimes, the opponent would give up and forfeit but sometimes they'd find a way to get loose out of these situations. She'd think about this very carefully, thinking of ways for her to simply counter Prime. She knows that she won't go down easily with this, so she'll become very ready. She'd keep her grip secured and tight. She watched as Kisala's face started to glow red from her air getting lower and lower. She'd grin widely, just watching this happen.

[Kisala Shihoin]

Kisala was a surprise to see all the strikes had no effect on the woman at all. She would feel her hand grabbed, and thrown to the ground. Her fall was cushioned by the woman' but she had the advantage position by having Kisala's back. She wrapped her arm around her neck trying to choke her out. Kisala had one hand pulling down on Prim's arm to alleviate some of the pressure on her neck while burying her chin down to block the arm.

Kisala would need to think of a way to get out of this. Her one arm could not hold off Prim's choke for long. Kisala turned her head slightly to get a look at where Prime's face was. She then threw her elbow back catching her either the side of the head or square in the face. Either way she would pull back and hammer her again and again until finally the woman released her grip, and Kisala was able to roll off her quickly coughing as she took sever lung fulls of air.

Kisala rubbed her neck which was red from the pressure. She expected her face to be red as well. She will do as Prime did a moment ago. She would let her opponent rise to her feet before continuing the fight. She wouldn't give Prime long to recover as she was already coming in for an attack. Kisala has had enough of playing it safe. It was time to see what she could really do against an opponent like Prime. 

Kisala suddenly changed directions jumping to the wall. She placed her left food against the wall wile she pulled her right leg back preparing a kick. She was hoping that the sudden fighting style change would confuse the woman long enough to get the shot in. Kisala pushed off the wall and threw a hard right round house kick aimed to the woman's head. It didn't matter if the kick was blocked or if it hit, Kisala would plant her foot down quickly to keep it from being grabbed.

She would then throw a barrage of punches at the woman with no clean pattern or plan at all. Her punches were high and low at erratic intervals always pulled back just as quickly as they came. Once she was close to Prime, Kisala would try to grab her shoulder and pull her to a hard knee kick to the gut. If it worked, or just got her bend over, Kislala would slam a hammer fist into her opponents back.