Ladies Brawl (Jtt, Open)

[Kira]

Ooc: Training for sp

The clashing of metal was heard in the training grounds, as per usual. The training field consisted of squads from every division, coming here to face off against each other, just so they could fight the people outside their own barracks. There were small groups of people dotting all around the grassy field, with a few large groups of shinigami, taking turns against one another like a gauntlet run, the loser switching out to fight the winner. Squad four members hung around each group to practice their healing prowess, learning everything from fixing bruises and small cuts, to medium gashes and broken teeth.

One group in particular was giving three squad four members plenty off dental experience, as most of the men dropping were getting smashed down by a particular weapon. Kira stood across from some generic looking thug. He was holding his katana in a two handed grip, shaking it involuntarily. He put on a brave face, trying to hide his fear behind a mask of rage, but his fellow shinigami could see through it. He did not want to get hurt. But one person was unable to tell this. His opponent couldn't see very well, having to squint a bit in order to even see him as more than a blob.

This person was a woman, She stood six foot five, a fill seven inches taller than the man before her. She had bloody red hair that reached down her back, touching the center of it, flowing like silk. She had a cruel look in her bloody red eyes, and a malicious grin on her face. In her right hand was a metal guitar, and it had quite the number of cuts on its side, most likely due to fighting against actual weapons. The man, though nervous, managed to muster up the courage to attack the woman. He ran at her yelling, screaming out a warcry, giving him enough willpower to try and strike her with an overhead slash.

The woman's eyes widened. Not in fear or surprise, but in anticipation. Her smile intensified, as she ran forward to meet his sword with her guitar. Her strength was high for the average person, and thusly knocked his weapon right out of his hands. His mouth gaped in slight shock, before he realised his situation. But it was too late, his opponent took the momentum of the guitar to swing it downward, catching the man in the side of the face with the flat edge, slapping him back and to the ground, clearly taking more pleasure than she should from the violent act. One of his buddies pulled him away, and she made a 'come hither' motion with her fingers to any challenger who dated face her

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{stats}Stats:
Strength: (30x150%) 75
Speed: (70x.5) 35
Spiritual Pressure: (50x.5) 25
Reiatsu Strength: (20x.5) 10
Instinct:40
Senses:(70x.5)35
Energy sensory:0
Healing Expertise:0

Light Aura: 25
Dark Aura: 75

Total:280

Skills:
Strength of will:1
Lack of Fear:1
Weapon Skill: Guitar:1
Damage recovery:1
Battle Analysis:1

Pain tolerance:1

[Senshi Odayakama (Crimson.)]

A redheaded Shinigami with a crimson ponytail blowing through the wind had arrived into a sort of group training field where members of different squads would be training hard with one another. Senshi due to her shy nature had been training by herself as she was keeping to quiet mostly. Senshi would have bandages wrapped around her fists as she had been punching a training dummy for quite some time now over a month period. Her strength was not very impressive in terms of physical power, but she was striving to improve. The sun had been glaring down apon Senshi, and she had decided to take a well deserved rest. It was when taking a brisk walk around these training grounds that she had walked onto an interesting sight.

It seemed there had been a sort of combat training where a redhead had been combating various shinigami from different squads with guitars? She had seemed to be quite physically strong as Odayakama Senshi had been quite fascinated by her fighting style. Analyzing her habits and appearence, she seemed to be happy when fighting. Based on that, she immediately assumed that she was from the 11th squad. She had heard many rumors of the meatheads of the 11th division. She fought with gusto, anticipation, and a cruel look...to Senshi at least. It seemed that man was her last opponent, but her thirst for battle had not been sated. As Senshi saw the redheaded woman look torwards the audience for a new partner, there were none. Senshi had decided she would take the challenge.

Odayakama Senshi had stepped forward twelve feet away from the woman as she would bow politely. Senshi's outfit was about a size or two too big for her as it was tied with a simple cloth belt. The purpose was so that not only would she not trip and have her limbs impeded, but so that it would be harder for her more effeminate features to he seen. "My n-n-name is O-Odayakama Senshi, Unseated Officer of S-Squad Nine. I will be your u-uhmm opponent." The sound of her voice was insecure and shy as she smiled nervously. Odayakama Senshi had fallen into a simple Zanjutsu stance as she had taken her Zanpakutou from its scabbard. The blade shone in the sunlight as she cared deeply for the condition of the weapon. If people were swords, she would be at her finest.

Senshi's legs would be in a triangular stance as the left leg would be slightly behind the right. Senshi had held the handle of her blade with both hands securely as she looked to her opponent as she took deep breaths and began to relax as she took in her opponent's stance, weapon, and possible moves. After waiting for her opponent's response, she would rush torwards the guitar wielding Shinigami. The woman may or may not have sensed that spiritually, Odayakama Senshi would be much stronger than herself. Senshi would have quickly aimed an overhead swing downwards torwards the female, but at the same time had leaned her weight into the left foot so that she may attempt to avoid any counter attacks launched torwards her.

Senshi would have changed within the midst of battle where she rolled with the flow of battle. Her eyes were less insecure as she would analyze all that was displayed to her possible. If the woman were to block Senshi's sword with her musical instrument, it would not only be cut straight in half, but she would receive a gash along her wrist straight downwards. It would thankfully be nothing deep as the guitar had taken the brunt of the blow. Senshi was physically about as strong as a normal human being. However, she had always been gifted in the spiritual department of Spiritual pressure and Reiatsu strength.

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Training for CTP

[Yetsuna Yishnir]

Yetsuna had recently become somewhat bored training in her own divisions training grounds, plus at this point she knew the moves of most of the people there down to a "T" so they didn't really provide much challenge. To remedy her boredom, and hopefully find an opponent to spar with, she decided to strike out for the multi-divisional training grounds. Truth be told she didn't have he hopes set to high on finding someone on her level, those people tended to stick with their divisions.

As she walked her sheathed zanpaktou rested against her shoulder rather than its normal spot on her back, for the moment she just felt like carrying it, so she did. Her sword had an above average length, being roughly the length equivalent of a bastard sword, with a black wrapped hilt. When she finally came upon the gate to the training ground she would open it with a solid kick, causing it to fly open, though not off of its hinges.

Looking around the bright courtyard Yetsuna's suspicions were confirmed almost immediately; most, if not all, of the shinigami here were unseated meaning she was unlikely to get any kind of training done here. On the other hand she figured she could coach some of the new kids in combat, if she couldn't train herself she could at least train someone else. She let her gaze sweep across the court yard again looking for a group that she thought she could train when she noticed a fairly large group of people watching two shinigami go at it.

She could see one of them was a red headed female, her hair almost the same level of neon her own, and that the other was a male and that he was obviously frightened. The green haired shinigami watched him charge and easily get defeated by the redhead after which his buddies quickly grabbed him and dragged him away. The female turned to the crowd with a cocky look on her face and dared for another challenger to take her on.

In the next moment another female answered her challenge and approached her ready to fight. The challengers fighting stance was a text book zanjutsu stance meaning that she was likely fresh out the academy. Yetsuna had an idea, one that would both be fun, at least for her, and let her train some newbies. As an added bonus she would knock that first red head down a few pegs and prevent her from getting an over inflated ego.

Pride in ones fighting ability is never a bad thing, Yetsuna herself was a literal living example of this, but letting your strength go to your head, especially early in your career, could be deadly. Numerous times in the past she had seen her comrades fall because they thought they had reached their peak and had stopped training, and she didn't want that fate to befall this red head, or anyone else if she could prevent it.

She began to talk towards the group and began to suppress the bulk of her reaitsu so that it wouldn't be overly obvious she was a seated officer. The green haired girl pushed her way through the group and onto the field she spoke up addressing both of them in a cheery tone, "Actually how about instead both of you be mine instead?" While her tone was cheery and could easily be interpreted as a joke the fact she now stood before the both of them, her sheathed sword still on her shoulder, was more than enough to dispell any doubt she was joking.

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{Stats}
Type: Solider

Strength: 150
Speed: 230
Spiritual Pressure: (340 x 1.50) 510
Reiatsu Strength: (130 x .7) 91
Light Aura: 80
Dark Aura: 20
Instinct: 100
Senses: 100
Energy Sensory: 50
Healing Expertise: 0

SKP: 11/16 (0/8)
Pain Tolerance - 2
Martial Arts: Muay Thai - 1
Strength of Will - 2
Weapons: Swords - 2
Damage Recovery - 2
Battle Analysis - 2

Techniques:

Shunpo Karin (mastered)
Shunpo (mastered)
Stepping Ground (mastered)
Hado #59 Hellfire Prison (Mastered)

[Kira]

Fighting was the pride and soul of the eleventh division, and every member lived each battle like it would be their last. In fact, out of the twenty one rules for living and dying like a thug, over fourteen of the rules were combat based. Nothing about how to fight, save for real men not hitting women in the face save for a few exceptions, and not being some magic fairy waving around stupid magic attacks. One of the first rules, rule number three, was always fight fair, honest, one on one matches. So when this adorable little puppy of a soldier walked into the 'ring', Kira nearly palmer her face.

She wanted to sigh. The girl couldn't even speak right, and here she was, trying to kick my teeth in. Her clothing was big on her for some reason. Maybe she wanted to be looked down on? That's the only reason she could think of for not simply cutting the pant legs and sleeves to make them fit better. Plus she'd ACTUALLY look like a shinigami for goodness sakes! All the while, the tiny red head would receive a look of disinterest and a slight sneer from the Amazon of a woman across from her. Once the larger redhead gave her a once over, she would close her eyes and shrug. If she could fight despite looking like an over grown middle schoolgirl, then so be it.

Rule number thirteen was pretty much to ignore weird appearances. If a massive pit bull could lose to some frilly poodle, then the poodle was the better of the two, even if it looked like the way it did. This situation was no different. Giving the girl a wicked smirk, she played a few notes on her guitar, somehow sounding as I'd the y came out of speakers, 'voicing' her approval, before swinging her guitar around so it landed and rested on her shoulder, still in hand. Her first attack would be an obvious downward swing, and that's just what she wanted her to think.

Unfortunately, it seemed that the other squads didn't share the same ideals as her own. Another chick decided to step up and challenged the both of them at once. She was a babe, though not even close to her own stature was still bigger than her fellow redhead, with wicked looking neon green hair. Kira gave her a once over, just like she did for Crimson, though she certainly got a longer one. The redhead gave the woman a seductive grin, letting all sorts of implications pass through the higher ranked shinigami's mind.

And then she asked to take the two of them on at once, making her smile fall faster than a rock through some guy's window. She brought her guitar down, holding it like a guitar should be hels, and hit a few good notes, followed by a sour one, using it to state her disapproval at the claim. She didn't card if the chick thought she could take the two of them on at once, because if she could, that would make her all the hotter for it. No, she only cared about upholding one of the rules of the squad. But there was one thing that she held in an even higher light, above her title as shinigami or thug of Squad eleven.

She, was a Rockstar. And the funny thing about Rockstar's? They were especially vulnerable to peer pressure. After she essential said no the the bootylicious babe, a lot of the crowd around her protested. Seeing as she k.o'd most of the members of her squad from the group already, there weren't very many on her side. After a good five seconds of booing, the look on Kira's face was one of frustration. She swung her hand down on the strings, hitting them all at once, shutting them up as if she had said 'fine' loudly.

She returned her guitar to its previous spot on her shoulder, nodding her head at the woman, but still looking unhappy about the whole thing. She didn't exactly mind being thrown into fights like that, but she'd prefer it more when there were things she could kill. So, not even considering the younger looking shinigami besides her, Kira charged at the green-haired woman. Her left hand would grab onto her guitar, making to look that she was about to smash her guitar into the woman, but right before she got into range, the would lash out with a sloppy kick at her knees, before shifting her 'weapon', in order to swing it from her waist.

[Senshi Odayakama (Crimson.)]

As the green haired woman had appeared onto the field challenging the two unseated officers, Senshi was of course a little bit surprised. She had looked to the guitar wielding woman and her look of discomfort as she strummed her strings. It seemed she was uncomfortable with the venture of teaming up against the green haired shinigami. Odayakama Senshi had looked at the newcomer up and down and analyzing her figure. Odayakama Senshi had slipped into a slightly modified sword stance now. More specifically the art of Aikido. Senshi had no problems with this venture and she had looked at the woman in front of her with a look of respect as she bowed. "Oda-Odayakama Senshi. U-Unseated officer of squad 9."

Senshi had her right foot match Yetsuna's dominant foot in a ninety degree angle as she had stood at a triangular formation. This was most certainly going to be an interesting venture as Senshi had never actually had a serious spar with several Shinigami at the same time. She had held her katana with both hands on the handle as she had heard the crowd begin to boo for whatever reason. Turning her head to see the other redhead, she strummed her strings at at louder tone. Was she mute, or was she hiding her voice for whatever odd reason?

The guitar wielding woman had charged forwards and was going to attack the woman with her guitar it seemed? Odayakama Senshi had wanted to see the strength the woman had to offer against the other officer. Senshi however had began to chant to herself in a moderate voice. "Arise god of thunder. Awake mother of storms. Unleash the lighting on the sinners." Senshi had waited to see the green haired woman's reaction to her fellow redhead. Senshi would then raise her middle and index finger to the green haired woman and call. "Hado#4:Byakurai!" Thus the destruction spell had been used as a large bolt of lightning had formed at the edge of her fingertips firing forwards.

The bolt of electricity had flown at a fast pace aimed for the green haired woman's right arm. Senshi was too hesitant to try and pull of lethal moves in a spar. The bolt of lightning would then not only cause the clothing to be burned through, but also a gaping hole to appear in the woman's arm. The members of squad four had widened their eyes at the violence as they would have a fair bit of treating to do at the end of the spar.

Senshi apon firing the bolt of electricity would have leapt back three feet before slipping back into her Aikido sword stance. She had no idea what to expect from the Shinigami in front of her and would be a little bit more than worried. She would let the redhead meat shield from squad 11 take a beating while she would launch attacks from a distance. Engage only when prompted or when needed in a physical confrontation. Senshi's strength lied in her Kido and analytical prowess rather than physical strength.

[Yetsuna Yishnir]

In response to the green haired girls challenge the shinigami with the guitar strummed a few notes, hitting a sour note, in what Yetsuna guessed was a no. She was going to playfully poke fun at her for her response, but before she could the crowd spoke up and made its disapproval known. After a few moments she played her guitar once more, though this time she seemed to give into the crowds demand of fighting her. 

With the stage set the green haired female over her opponents. The one to her left seemed like a kid with the clothes she wore. Her uniform almost looked like it was wearing her with all of the excess sleeve, though there was a certain amount of cuteness to it, drawing parallels to a small child playing dress up. The female dropped her blade for a moment so she could stand up properly and introduce herself, "Yetsuna, division 11," she replied leaving off her last name and rank intentionally.

She then turned her attention to the other female, the neon red head with the guitar. The first thing Yetsuna noticed, both because how exposed they were and because of her natural preferences, was the shinigami's chest. It was large and left fairly open to the world, with exposed black bra seeming to provide most of her red heads modesty. She looked over the rest of the girl and found the rest of her to be equally attractive, though she didn't betray too many signs of interest.

Yetsuna's finally made eye contact with the red head and as she did she saw a flash of desire run across her eye. She gave the girl a small smile and took her blade off of her shoulder and entered a more relaxed position, one that also emphasized the size of her hips slightly, "Do you see something you like?" she would ask in a flirty tone with a wink. She knew the answer, but she still enjoyed the teasing regardless, and it made even better by the fact it was a female, most of the time she only got to play with men.

"Maybe if you ask nicely I'll show it to you," she said in the same tone. She didn't have any intentions of disrobing in middle of the training grounds, she may not have much shame when it comes to her body, but there were some things even she wouldn't do. That said, if the girls temperament was good enough there was a chance that her request might be indulged at a later time.

After their exchange the red head would launch an attack, if it could really be called that. The red head was painfully slow, slower than even the average human and by the time she would get anywhere near close to Yetsuna she was more than ready for her. At the same time has the charge she heard the other girl speaking an incantation for a kido; it was one of the lower level ones, but she didn't know which one it was off the top of her head, though she figured she was gonna learn soon enough.

The redhead continued her charge and when she had closed the distance between them she attempted to feign the green haired woman. It was a simple tactic, and against a slower and less experienced opponent it might have worked, but Yetsuna saw right through it. As her foot came up to try and take out her knees Yetsuna would retaliate with her own kick, swinging just fast enough to beat out the girls kick and knocking away her remaining leg out from under her.

As she hit the ground Yetsuna would hear the other shinigami finish casting her kido. It was a simple lightning spell, something she likely could have taken without much issue, but that would also have meant giving away just how strong she was, and she didn't want to do that just yet. Instead Yetsuna just opted to dodge, but rather than making it look like she had done so easy she attempted to make it seem like she got lucky, plus this way she got to have some fun.

Perceiving the attack Yetsuna dove in front of herself as she dodged the strike causing herself to land on top of the first girl. She kept her weight off of the girl by supporting her with her arms, but because of their sizes the two shinigami's would find their busts pressing against one another. The green haired girl, in her ever classic style, threw the girl a smile and said "Hi there," before she threw herself off to the girl and and picked herself up off the ground.

"Whew, almost got me with that one," she said warmly giving the girl a faux complement as she adjusted her uniform slightly. "Kido's were never a strong suit of mine. I always preferred the up close and personal approach myself." Yetsuna was watching each of the girls for what they were going to do next and any signs of her cover being blown. So far she hadn't used any speed or strength that would seem out of the ordinary so the chances of them sensing something being up were slim to none.

[Kira]

Ohh, this chick played the game, and apparently she like it hard. That was fine, what rockstar didn't like a good challenge? So Kira returned the wink, just as flirtatious, only she added some puckered lips, and, just to give the crowd a 'bone', so to speak, she stuck her tongue out, and waved it around in a very provocative manner. And just to further fan the fire of the crowd, she had a true metal tongue, hanging down passed her chin, with a ring in the middle. She got a couple of cheers from the audience, who were starting to build up seeing the three about to fight.

Kira only slightly grimaced with the whole 'ask' thing. At that, Kira ran her finger against her throat and dragged it slowly across, running a nail against one of the strings of her guitar, making a horrible hiss, implying that she was mute. Regardless, it isn't something she was ashamed of. She was mute while she was alive, from what little she remembered, so no big deal. Though after the little stunt that the short one pulled, she certainly wanted to holar curses, cause the little one nearly hit her with some magic girl load of crap.

As she tried to attack the seductive babe, the tiny one, Crimson or somethin, decided to play sniper. She sat in the back while she herself did all the hard work, and she tries to steal the glory by blasting her, Yetsuna, one of her squadmates no less, with LIGHTNING! Worst of all, if greeny didn't trip my sorry hide to the ground, I might have gotten hit! This is why we don't do two versus one battles. Though since Yetsuna is from the same squad as me, it makes me wonder if she follows the code. Regardless, as I hit the ground, she doesn't.

No, in order to dodge the blast, she decided to take a dive on me, forcing our busts together. The crowd was loving this, as obvious thanks to the many cheers at the woman resting on me. Of course, I tried to punch her, but she was too fast. Go figure. Hopping to my feet, I brushed the dirt off my back, as greeny taunted the younger redhead. Or older, who knew when everyone in this screwed up afterlife could be a legal loli. Yetsuna speaks like a true squad eleven member, but she wasn't exactly fighting, only showing us up. Shooting a harsh glare towards Crimson, Kira ran forward again.

Instead of simply repeating herself, and probably getting floored again, I try to end the fight. Using my shunpo, I attempt to slam into her with all my might, hoping that I at least throw her out of the area. If not and I miss? Well, then I guess I fly and stumble away, forcing myself to walk back. If I hit her, then yay, but really, who knows at this point? My speed is so pitiful, I'm surprised that I was keeping up with those chumps from earlier. Oh well, happy surprises.

Shunpo: 25 reiatsu
Remaining reiatsu: 225/250

[Senshi Odayakama (Crimson.)]

Apon seeing this disturbing and provocative behavior, Senshi was rather baffled and surprised by this. How were her fellow Shinigami so lewd and disrespectful. Odayakama Senshi would wait for Kira to attempt to slam into the green haired woman before Senshi herself would use Shunpo to seemingly dissapear from sight. She would then aim a downward curved slice with her blade from the left shoulder to the center of the stomach. This was not the time for games and pervertedness. Senshi would at least find it respectful to fight one's opponent with dignity. This was not hie Shinigami should act and especially during a spar.

Having expected Yetsuna to block and or attempt a dodge, Odayakama Senshi had preplanned a mental incantation. 'Hado#1:Sho.' Senshi had quickly used her right hand to aim a force of compressed wind to slam into the green haired officer to make her fall right onto her back. Odayakama Senshi had finally been taking the offensive as she was for sure the other redheaded Shinigami would miss her assault with the Shunpo. Senshi Odayakama was beginning to take initiative in combat, and was looking forwards to the challenge. It seemed that Kira had been absolutely pitiful in speed as she was so slow. It was going to be up to Senshi to triumph in this battle.

Senshi honestly wasn't able to do much in terms of combat as she lacked experience. She may have been slightly better than average Shinigami but not by far. She could still become much much stronger. If her Hado had hit it's mark, Senshi would then point her finger further as it would begin to glow red at the tip before firing a small but fast beam. "Bakudo#9:Geki!" If Yetsuna were to be hit by this red beam of Reiatsu, she would be stunned and paralyzed for a while. Senshi would pant slightly as she had used quite a few Kido in quick succession. Senshi's eyes were focused and analytical as she was more than prepared to defend herself against the green haired foe.

For the first time ever sparring against another Shinigami, she wondered how she was doing. Odayakama Senshi had trained hard in order to progress her skills to the best possible. She was a Shinigami who believed that duty and following orders were important. She didn't exactly have a scale of how to rate her skill nor how much she would have to improve. She was mostly unrecognized as a Shinigami as she hadn't accomplished anything name worthy yet. Hopefully that would change within the time to come as Senshi progresses in skill and power.

[MrDoctorDo]

(OoC: Senshi gave me permission to join this Training thread. So I am slapping down a dibs on the next post if that is alright with the other participants?)

[Kira]

Ooc: Fine by me

[Yetsuna Yishnir]

OOC Go for it, I got another post I need to deal with first anyway

[MrDoctorDo]

The summer time; not always the best of times. The Seireitei was blessed with unnaturally fair weather most seasons of the year. During the long days of summer; however, those cloudless days could get very stifling. And…uuuuuuhhg...today was one of those days. The sun was blaring. Cooking anyone or anything crazy enough to stay out in it for too long. Which would explain why there were dozens of members, from every imaginable squad; fighting one another in the fields! Of course they would be. What else does one do on such a sweltering day? Stay inside? Go for a swim? Getch a chilly ice cream with that special someone? Hell no. Grab ya sticks and ya swords. We’re heading out onto the dirt!

Everywhere one might look today; they would see brave men and women fighting. The flattened fields of dirt on which they fought. Spread all across this outdoor atrium. Worn down by constant use. Softening the blows of falling and impacts. Drinking up whatever blood the spilt. Muffling what cries they issued. Looking more and more like gladiatorial pits with each new bout. Sending away the weak. Inviting, and keeping, the strong. Though. It should be considered a blessing that there is such activity. With the recent years being what they have been; the Soul Society could use a generation of fighters. Proactive, determined souls that sought to strengthen themselves. Regardless of discomfort. In a way, the numerous individuals outside today were the soul of the Seireitei. They were shaping what it would be, in time. And it...was shaping up to be a bruiser. Something not to be trifled with. Crossed or betrayed.

The Court Guard were becoming strong again.

One the outskirts of the arenas. Beyond the tore grass and weathered soil of the fighting grounds. There sat a spectator. Not the only spectator, oh no. This sort of event drew crowds from every Squad. Even if none of them actually participated. However, there was one that stuck out among the rest of the gathered, slack-jawed enthusiasts. Someone who proved far more prepared for today’s sunbaked experience, than everyone else. Hiding himself beneath a massive parasol. Upon which the symbol of Squad 4 was boldly colored. Relaxing in a cheap, yet comfy chair. Slouching rather lazily as the temperature got to him. Stretching out his lanky legs; though keeping every bit of him well covered by his created shade.

The fellow looked to be enjoying himself in spite of the wearisome weather. Fetching a cold bottle of...y’know, lets go with energy drink...from a steam bellowing cooler at his side. Cracking open the sealed canister with a very loud, and satisfying *phtsssss*. Savoring the refreshing, frigid beverage to the dismay of many around him. Seriously. Why do people always rush outside for things like this, and never come prepared? Then, to make it worse, they start staring at those who do. With a mix of begging dog, and desperate predator. Well, certainly this young man wasn’t about to share anything he had. That much was very apparent by the self important, even pompous air about him. Without any of that noble charm that would normally accompany such an attitude.

So. This guy. For starters, he wasn’t sporting the same shihakusho that was rampant across the battlegrounds that day. Instead, he had chosen much more practical garb. Something that matched the laid back nature and why is it still so hot climate of the day. A full body, sharkskin swimming suit. The kind that squeezed tightly like a glove. Less modest than the little red head’s classic robes. Yet more acceptable than all the shoulder being showed off by the mute with a banjo. Still, it didn’t leave much to the imagination about his skinny ass. Which meant any real warriors around would have no trouble sizing him up. This would certainly be true for the trio out making a ruckus at this time.

Mika was a tallish fellow. Scraping nearly six feet in height. It showed well from the way he stretched in his tiny seat. His limbs were long for his height. Made to look longer still by how thin they were. Dude was seriously scrawny. Moreso, he didn’t seem to eat well. His figure having the sort of lithe qualities that come from malnourishment. Meaning his bones and joints were a bit more noticeable than your average, meaty Shinigami. The most catching thing about his anatomy shouldn’t be how slender he was, but how lopsided he was. The guy was missing his right arm. Well, most of it. There was a fleshy looking nub that ended about halfway down where his bicep should have been. Making it very clear. He did not lift.

Pretty much no chance that he was a fighter. Though, if it weren’t for the missing appendage and aversion to Wheaties®, this young man would look rather fitting in Squad 11. Not the most attractive. Lets just get that out of the way. His face was round, but the features were soft. Even when the rest of him was gaunt, his cheeks didn’t seem sunken. His eyes were small. Pupils a very dull brown. The trouble with his eyes were that they bulged just a bit. Then there was his smile. With thin lips and a slight overbite, he always seemed to be smirking or scoffing. Uhhh...the best example of this grin would be this. Yes! Holy crap that is perfect! *ahem* Anyways.

With that permanent, “are you stupid” look on his face. He would fit right in with the crowd over at Squad 11. If that’s not enough; there is also his hair. Just like the combat fetishists, Mika like having an interesting do. This particular time, he was sporting a mighty pompadour. With the sides and back of his head shaved smooth. It really helped distract from his...well...everything else. Whiiiich, brings us to the final detail about his appearance. Something fellow Squadmates still have trouble...ignoring. See. Mika suffered from a condition. Other than being an asshole. From birth his skin has been, well, gold. He is healthy. It is just a side effect of condition he once had.

But...he hates people knowing about it. That he was once sick and very weak. So he cultivates a guise. One that distracts with flamboyance. Keeping others from asking about the skin. Ultimate expression of this? He paints his skin. With thick, extremely resistant body paint. Usually going a step further than needed. And making designs out of it. Certainly that would be far more eye catching than anything else? And without fail it would hide his secret. Well...so long as the makeup held up. He would just need to avoid being touched. Falling into dirt. Water...

Or worse still…sweat! “Fuck!” Leaping from his chair as moisture congregated at his lower back. Looking around to his supplies in search of a towel. His sudden movement causing the other members of his group to take notice. ”Ei, Mika-san. What’s the matter? Did the ants find their way into that suit?” The fellow who called out to him was clearly a member of Squad 4. Wearing a very open and short cut gi. Something much more suited for the summer weather. Much more suited for combat training as well. What made it easy to identify his Squad affiliations, was the Squad 4 symbols stitched onto the back of the collar.

He had the dark hair, neatly trimmed in a professional style. His eyes seemed a shade of hazel. From the color of his skin he was quite used to working indoors. Intent on keeping it that was, as he helped set up a small tent. One that provided far more space and shade than Mika’s umbrella. His name was Tan, and Mika was shooting him a squinting glare. ”Not at all. It is too hot for ants to be working outside.” His one hand gripped the collar of his suit, pulling it and fanning air inside. ”They aren’t as stupid as we are.” No sooner had he gotten the words out, did the other fellow. Throw over a towel. Knowing what his counterpart was after.

”Go back inside if you aren’t up for helping.” Giving a smile, but making his displeasure with the comment clear in the subtext. Soon being joined by another face a voice. One belonging to a young woman. ”Don’t you dare.” With stern brown eyes looking at them both, but with a finger pointed at Mika. She made it clear that no one was leaving their daily duty. Certainly not leaving her to handle it alone. The two men got the message. Tan nodding and Mika agreeing...albeit with a scoff. ”We’re late. He’s not. We can’t be mad at him. Now, come on Tan. Help me with the bags.” Strolling over to her, ”Yeah. Sure thing, Ami.”

Dressed in a white, summer-style kimono. Baring the same Squad 4 marking as Tan’s. Wearing her hair up in a taut bun. He face looked much softer when she wasn’t making a point. By her side was yet another woman. Younger and smaller than the first three; who all looked to be about the same age. This one dressed almost identically to Ami. Once again, an apparent Squad 4 logo on her uniform. This one kept quite. Her head down. Working hard like the other two to finish setting up foldable benches and unpacking supplies from bags. What may have been the most stirring thing about her was that her hair was cut very short. Almost buzzed to the roots. Something that could only be seen in brief glimpses when she adjusted a wide brimmed at that she always kept on her head. Once it was clear that she was working just as hard as Ami and Tan, even Mika strolled away from his space. Asking what there was he could do to help under prepare the tent.

For everyone else out training today; the tent should be a familiar sight. Every time large groups of Shinigami congregate in the training fields, Squad 4 inevitably shows up. In truth, they are supposed to be here before people start beating themselves with sticks or swords. However, there is often miscommunication. Sometimes they aren’t notified that anyone is out on the battlegrounds. Which shouldn’t be surprising. Squad 11 members practically lived on this range. Out here most every day and night. Looking for members of other Squads to test themselves against. Causing just as much trouble as they prevented, keeping all their shenanigans limited to this one playground.

Either way. Over time. Squad 4 began paying special attention to the fields. Whenever it was reported that people were gathering, the medical group would dispatch a team of early responders. Nothing too fancy. Just a couple of skilled healers to be on watch for accidents or more likely…over zealousness The sort of behavior that is just unacceptable in this weather. The kind of stuff that leads to exhaustion. Hell, it was a wonder that there had not been a collapse from heat stro-*huuugk* Huh. Well, it was about damn time. People scrambling quickly to help an overweight lad from Squad 3 get back to his feet.

Some of those attending him even being kind enough to help him limp over to their tent. He was lucky. Seeing as they got him conscious and moving, he’d turn out just fine. He’d feel like shit for days. ”This is the price one pays for not drinking enough water.”, Ami would scold. Giving that same stare treatment she gave the boys to the Squad 3 peeps. The rest of them laughing to themselves as the scouts all ducked their heads in shame. Damn it all if Ami wasn’t great at acting like a mom. A talent she might just need here soon. For things were certainly starting to cook up.

One group in particular was getting extra feisty! The use of Kidou was not forbidden, but most came here to do to exercise their martial fundamentals.

”What th-” Squinting his eyes, ”Is that a guitar?” Almost everyone in the tent lifted their heads in unison. With the one exception that was, as always, Mika. ”Yes it is. That woman has been sweeping the trash like she is cleaning a house.” With the younger medic sticking behind with the few patients they had. Ami and Tan both stepped forward to join Mika at the tent’s edge. All six eyes drawn to the red headed rockstar. To her bold and interesting stance. Was she...challenging the whole crowd?

”Wow. She took out that dude without a sword…” Tan crossed his arms with a satisfied chuckle. Ami glanced to him, giving a chiding glance. Then turned her eyes back to the fighting grounds. Leaning forward with her eyes cut at the musician. ”Wait. What is she holding?” Speaking in unison, ^{”A guitar.”}_{”A guitar.”} Ami straightened back up, lips curled into a confused frown. ”A what?” Eyelids wavering in a mix of amusement and aggravation, yet never looking away from the fight. ”A guitar. Read~ the books~ I give yo-Watch it.” Dipping his head with Ami’s words. Laughing a bit at Mika’s response. How he emphasized the words. ”Its an instrument. One more popular in the human world. Think, sitar.” She blinked, ”A wha-^{”Oh my god.”}_{”Oh my god.”}

While the three had been going on about instruments and unread books, a newcomer had taken the musicians challenge. She looked small in stature from anywhere. But when you add in their distance and all the brutish thugs from Squads 10 and 11, she looked like a child. Something that did not go unacknowledged. ”Here we go…” Ami quickly reaching up her hands to her mouth. Delicate fingers clasped to catch a gasp. ”Is that an academy student? Is she going to fight that amazon?!” Shaking his head, eyes closing. Tan seemed to focus for a moment before opening them again. ”No. No she has already graduated. She’s pretty strong too.” Both Mika and Ami look over to Tan. Both with a bit of surprise in their eyes...

Both with knowledge of just what he meant in their minds. ”But still!” Mika already turning back, grinning a bit wider now. ”Oh~ This will be good.” All three went back to watching. Ami’s hands never leaving her lips. Her gasps never really stopping. Just breaking momentarily to refill her lungs. They watched as the young Senshi introduced herself. ”What squad did she say?”, bending his ear towards the arena. A chuckle, ”Don’t know, but she’s not Squad 2 or 11.” Those two don’t give their names or show any etiquette. Hands moving to her eyes, ”No. Can’t watch.” That is when Senshi set herself up to charge. Axelina Rose over there readied herself for the charge. The three medics each felt a shiver of excitement up their spines. Senshi leaped…

"Actually how about instead both of you be mine instead?"

All three of them nearly fell to the ground. Each had been leaning in with every step that the smaller redhead had made. All of them nearly losing balance at the interruption. ”Uh! She scared me.” Tan’s eyes widened. Apparently seeing something he liked. ”Damn. Who the hell is that?” Frowning. Rather displeased he didn’t get to see the munchkin get decked by a fucking Fender of all things. ”I don’t know...but she’s in Squad 11." ...snerk-hehehehehehehe At this point, Ami was willing to turn back. Things were getting a little too interesting to be squeamish about the matter. The duet now turned into a tag match.

Or so it was supposed to be, according to green hair. Mika looking back to the confident chick, Tan’s eyes having never left. ”So?” Nodding his head, ”Strong.” Squinting his eyes and fighting the biggest gosh dern grin. ”...fuck yes.” There were going to be wounds. The medics were going to do more than just giving people water and cold towels. It was about the most exciting prospect they could hope f-"Hado #4:Byakur-

ϟ krraaaakeeeekaaaooow! Mutha fucken lightnin! ϟ

”Fuc-”, wincing in pain! ”No!”, covering her eyes. ”-click me-”

The next few moments felt like hours. Watching the ballet of lightning, steel, and dirt. The very impressive display by each of the competitors. Oh, and their musical accompaniment. Only after the dust had settled on the women did the three medics notice that their fourth member had joined them. She stood in the row with them. Squeezed between Mika and Ami. Still covering her baldish head with that big hat. Watching the spectacle without uttering a single syllable. Making not a sound. Her extremely pale skin barely catching any light, yet reflected what found her with brilliance. She seemed to glow...even with a very neutral expression on her face. ”Kamiko. Everything ok?” Ami’s hand falling onto the small girl’s shoulder. The little one looking up with a swift nod. Turning right back to the fight. Just like all four of them did. Standing silent...waiting for the next round of the tussle to unfold. It was time for green hair to do more than dodge. Or, at least, that was the hope. Lifting his one hand up to the side of his face. Turning his head to the side. Getting his cupped palm positioned to better project his voice.

”You~ In the dirt~ you can take her to dinner…”

”AFTER YOU KILL ZE LITTLE GIR-aack!!”

Mika grimaced and held his chest. Right where a fist had punched him in the ribs. Right beneath the nub of an arm that didn’t stop shit! Ami’s curled fist practically smoking from the friction, her face matching the intensity of the reprisal. Tan laughing his ass off. Kamiko checking to make sure the disabled dumbass wasn’t dying...

(OoC: I had so much fun writing this...you can't even...let me know what you guys think!)

[Yetsuna Yishnir]

Yetsuna landed on top of the redhead the lightning bolt went flying behind her and continued on straight towards the crowd, causing it to part like the Red Sea as people scrambled to get out of its way. The arc of electricity went sailing past the the two piles of bodies that had been formed as a result of it's journey and ended its run by coming in contact with the ground a few yards later. There was some murmuring in the crowd and some shouts as well as people began to try to pull their limbs from the stack of flesh.

While the people in the crowd worked to get themselves off of each other the green haired shinigami did the same with the neon red head she was on top of. As the girls fist came swinging about in an attempt to strike her Yetsuna threw herself to the left and stood up, addressing the other female as before. The girl choose not to reply to her comment, which didn't really bother her at all, though the girl now seemed to have a sharpness to her eyes that she didn't have before. Either she was really focused or she was mad about something. Yetsuna guessed the former cause, at least to her, nothing had really occurred so far that would warrant any kind of rage filled response.

Both Yetsuna and Crimson waited for Kira to pick herself up off the ground before continuing, though that brief moment was ample enough to make her realize just how hot it really was. She could feel the sun beating down on her uniform, which between its black color and tight fit turned it into a dutch oven. There was a short list of things that she didn't like and heat was easily towards the top of that list, so she decided to make herself a bit more comfortable.

As Kira got to her feet the green haired woman would make a request of the two girls before her, "Give me just a second if you don't mind." Either of the girls could easily ignore her request if they choose to, but she doubted they would; the young looking girl seemed to fresh out of the academy to use dirty fighting tactics while the busty one was on the same squad, and there was a certain amount of courtesy expected between squad mates.

She would drive her sheathed blade into the ground just enough so that it could stand on its own while she began to work her arms out from their sleeves, letting the torso section of her uniform hang down off her behind her waist. Those who didn't hear her say she was a member of division 11 would more than likely to able to guess that she was now. Her entire upper body was lean and defined, the cuts of muscle showing throughout her arms and shoulders, while her abdomen showed a similar muscle definition.

Her skin was fair, almost pale, though it was simple to see this was a result of genetics and not some kind of cold that she was lugging around. Her skins paleness also served to accentuate her hair making it appear even brighter and more colorful than it already was. Sweat was visible to see on her back and her upper chest near the collar bone, the two areas that always seemed to sweat whenever it got hot.

Needless to say the green haired woman did have some modesty and had a some coverage underneath her robes in the form of some bandage-type chest wraps, starting just under the base of her breasts and working its way to cover a majority of her breasts and cleavage, though a small amount of both was visible from the top. The bandages, though once white, had taken on a dirty light brown appearance despite her washing and care for them.

A number of males in the crowd seemed to enjoy her de-blousing, hooting and hollering as she did so, though she ignored them. Her aim wasn't to tease, at least this time, she was just making herself more comfortable, though if she had been in a teasing mood many of the hooting males would have found themselves cowed when they realized that she was far bolder then any of them were.

She quickly rolled right shoulder to loosen it slightly and grabbed her sheathed blade out from the ground, though has she did she heard a voice call out from behind her. She didn't recognize the voice, though in the area she didn't really know anyone, so she turned around to identify who had spoken and she saw something rather interesting. A man painted white with stylized facial designs clutched his rib while the female next to him blew off her knuckle.

It didn't take a scientist to figure out that the white man was the one who had spoken while the female with the smoking knuckle was the one her had been offering up. The female was somewhat cute, the kimono definitely playing to her favor, though she didn't have the bust of the red head behind her. Yetsuna laughed at the man, both for what her had said and the fate that befell him because of it, "What if I just hurt her real bad? Would that be enough?"

It was obvious to anyone watching that she was joking; Yetsuna may have had monster strength and powers, but her actions were often as far from monster-esk as one could get, though that didn't mean she couldn't be barbaric at times (her favorite weapon other than a blade was a bar stool). Yetsuna would likely reply to whatever the man or female said back before returning her focus to the fight before her. With a small chuckle she apologized to the to females for getting side tracked.

Ready for combat once more both of the girls got ready to make their moves. Kira was first again and once more she made a bee line straight for Yetsuna, though this time she was just attempting to charge, possibly hoping to turn it into a grapple if it landed. She chuckled to herself mentally about the girls lack of tactical skill and then set her counter attack into motion. The girl was going to get hurt this time, not super badly, but there was going to be some pain, enough to hopefully make her realize that there was more than a single angle of attack.

The girls lack of speed carried over into her shunpo as well. Her step technique did indeed make her faster than normal, but by comparison with even the most novice users she was still painfully slow. While the green haired woman could have countered fairly easily by just side stepping she would have to move faster than she had been, meaning risking blowing her little charade. Instead she decided to meet the girls shunpo with her own. As the redhead executed her shunpo the green haired shingami would counter own, though rather than a straight charge hers was offset so that she would to the woman's left side.

As she reached her desired position she would raise her left arm, bending at the elbow, and drive it into busty girls back and likely causing her to go crashing into the ground with a solid thud. Yetsuna had no way of really gauging the amount of damage she had really done to the girl, she had held back her strength somewhat, but she didn't know how tough the girl was. If she could roll with a hit she'd likely have a really sore chest and back and be in a fair amount of pain, if she couldn't Yetsuna might have broken a half dozen ribs.

Regardless of which it was she wasn't overly concerned, there were plenty of division 4 members around to deal with any wounds, and she herself had suffered broken ribs in the past and they were from incapacitating. Or maybe she had just gotten used to broken bones when her ribs had been broken, a century as a shinigami had caused her to break a majority of her bones at one point or another, with a number of them had been at the hands of friend during bar brawls. Still, she hoped she hadn't knocked the girl out of the fight yet, she still had more training to do.

After Yetsuna attacked and returned to the other redhead's vision she would shunpo as well, closing the distance between the two almost nothing. The girl came to a full stop before raising her blade, it seemed she hadn't yet mastered the skill of starting a swing mid step to better catch an opponent off guard, though that wasn't what caught her interest. As she appeared Yetsuna felt a spike in her reiatsu, meaning she had some kind of trick up her sleeve. To do so much in a small time as a new shinigami was indeed impressive, but it was not a pace the girl would likely be able to keep up long, Yetsuna was willing to bet she was beginning to feel a bit of fatigue set in.

As the girls reaitsu spiked the shirtless woman would use another shunpo, moving from in front of the girl to behind her, her sheathed blade mid swing to catch her on her right shoulder. If the blade contact it would likely cause the girl no small deal of pain, possibly risking a broken shoulder depending on how sturdy the girl is. After her strike Yetsuna would back off a bit both for some distance in case they attacked again and to watch their reactions to getting hit, she wanted to see how they took pain. She also wanted to make sure she hadn't done anything crippling yet either.

[MrDoctorDo]

Meanwhile...over by the Squad 4 tent.

Tan's reaction.

(OoC: Saw a chance. Took it. Sorry for the interrupt. Continue with the post order.)

[Kira]

As Kira lay there on the ground, her vision swimming, her organs barely in place, and her ribs burning as if they were on fire on top of being broken, she wondered what just happened. She tried to get up, trying to push up from the ground, only hearing a snap from her side. She flinched, and fell back to the dirt. Sighing, she tapped the ground in an overly exaggerated motion. Two guys rushed over to help her up, each grabbing one of her arms and hoisted her up. Her eyes flew open, and she bit her lip to stop herself from crying out.

She was dragged over toward the medics in the area, and kinda just sat down next to the, since she outright refused to lie down. Her guitar was dropped down next to her a few moments later. She had decided to let the chick drop her top, only to reveal some worn-looking bandages in place of a bra. The crowd had been excited for that, taking a lot of the attention away from her. She had gotten jealous, a little bit of envy here and there. She didn't think there was anything wrong with having some green around the gills wasn't wrong, heck, she thought it was needed to drive yourself forward.

Unfortunately, that driving force got her a face full of dirt, along with her slow as dirt shunpo. She needed to work on her speed. And her strength. She needed to work on a lot. Beating down average guys was fun, but lackluster. She needed to beat stronger people. She needed to beat them to get famous. She needed the sounds of the crowd, roaring for her as she rocked. She waited for the medic to help her with her ribs. She hoped that she could get back in there and go all 'El Kabong' on her sorry a$$.

Ooc: Sorry for the short post and wait. Still getting used to her character.