Advanced Combat Course [Group.R/Closed]

Reikon slowly pulled his hood back revealing his masked face; his red and purple eyes glistened as Lancelot Third Seat of the Kido Corps unsheathed his Blade.
"So hasty today aren't we Lancelot Aizawa... especially for a defensive type like yourself, am i right?" Reikon questioned. Reikon than turned his head to the left in a cocked motion; as he glanced at Jake Duriel. "I'm also quite surprised that a Second Division Lieutenant such as yourself would accompany me as a partner, but I won't complain for such an honorable presence such as the both of you." Reikon stated in a passive tone.
Reikon than gazed up at the sky; his hair blew in the wind revealing the scar over his right eye.
"I've always been questioned as to why I'm seated as an officer in the 4th Division; when my style and appearance fits better amongst the 2nd Division." He said as he smiled under his mask. "Well to answer your thoughts for you,... its quite simple; I'm seated in the 4th Division because of my ideas and high level of intelligence... My appearance tells the truth about me and my style in fighting but my Division explains the way i think, therefore looks can be deceiving to the eye." He ended with a sarcastic laugh.
"But forgive me, where are my manners; here I'm rambling on about myself and totally forgot my intentions of being here." He stated in a humorous tone moving into seriousness.
Reikon than bowed in a respective manner to his opponent Lancelot Aizawa. As he raised his right arm he unsheathed his oddly crafted zanpakuto. Its crimson color glimmered in the sunlight like a droplet of fresh blood glistening in the opening of a wound. "Gentleman i would love to so kindly introduce you to my ally and closest friend, her name is Kurenai Ketsueki-Rein (Crimson Blood Rain)." Reikon announced politely.
Reikon than glanced up into the distance at the fellow students under Lancelot
"Interesting, it seems that you've even brought a spectating audience to witness this battle take place.... Lancelot?" Questioned Reikon in a intrigued tone of voice. "No matter, just to forewarn you before this battles takes place,... I cannot promise that my power won't take casualties with it; I am after all still working on controlling my power from getting out of hand."He added. "Good thing you're a defensive type Lancelot, You will need to take most of the blows in order to insure that a misfortune like that doesn't happen... I wouldn't want any innocent bystanders getting hurt from our little showdown; just remember... you did say go all out." He stated in a sarcastically concerned tone of voice.
"I'm ready when you are Jake, should i make the first move or would you like to?" Reikon asked politely while standing in a defensive battle ready stance.


(Stamina: 63/63)
[469 words = 9 GP, 9 GP total]

"No problem. In fact, it's an honor to be here with you two," Jake said in reply, smiling as he looked at Lancelot and Reikon.

Jake was not very familiar with Lancelot- although, he was known for his skill in kido and his renown for being in the noble Aizawa family. He, however, seemed to humble to be a royal- however, possibly this was a generalization and a misconception made by him. By the way he was acting, it certainly seemed as so. And then we come to Reikon, who as well Jake was not aquantinced with. He was with the 4th division- Jake wouldn't hold any prejudices, but that was one of the divisions he disliked. But he wasn't so sure the way he liked the way the guy talked- pointing out how he was so "defensive" and such. Don't judge a book by it's cover- especially when it's good at kido.

"Anyways, I reckon we should start now, not to keep your students waiting up there." Jake drew Darcneus Incarnae, the steel sword glinting in the sunlight. Jake then put his right foot forward, and whispered to Reikon, "Follow my lead." He flash stepped behind Lancelot quickly, giving them about 25 yards of room. Jake then smiled as he pulled out his sword and yelled "As I wait for retribution, drag all with me to the depths of hell, Darcneus Incarnae!". The sword almost immediatley turned into a black broadsword that was Jake's shikai- this was supposed to be like fighting an arrancar, and you were gonna have to release fast if you wanted any chance of putting up a fight. Jake then flash stepped to only 10 feet away. "Well? Are you going to come at me, bro?" Jake said, smiling, clutching his Shikai with one hand. Jake smiled as he then flash stepped extremely close to Lancelot, grabbing his shoulder and putting his right leg over Lancelot's, and put his shikai at his back.

Jake then winked happily at Reikon, as he had Lancelot in his clutches- or so he thought.

"Go for him."
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Stamina: 46/50
-3 for Shunpos, -1 for battle drain

For some reason unknown to the 5th Division Captain, she had been requested to oversee a class that was being taught at the Spirit Academy. The teacher of the class was someone she knew well, for better or worse. Hikari really didn’t want to go out there and watch this exhibition match between 3 ranking officers of the Court Guard. This wasn’t because she thought it would be boring for her, but just the opposite. She was the Captain of the so called “strongest division of the Seireitei”. Her skills in the Martial arts were second to none within the Soul Society, and her strength in battle was fearsome and not merciful. So yes she loved seeing combat, and hated not being able to join.

She showed up late on purpose… She wanted this to be done and over with, in her mind she had better things to do than watch a potentially good fight, and not be able to join. In fact she needed to do her Division paperwork for the week. “Damn, I should have thought of using that excuse.”, was the thought running through her mind at the moment. As she spat on the ground she had just reached the hill where the students sat. The Captain apathetically walked in front of them. If she was going to help narrate this fight, she would at least do it well. She would pick these men apart; she would leave them bare to the bone. Giving these students the hopes of becoming better than these three, was something she wanted to install into their brains.

Right off the bat she could tell that Lancelot was a capable teacher, he explained all of the fundamentals of the exercise, and warned his two opponents the dangers of this exercise. Hikari shut off the rest, she was looking at these students, they all seemed to have moved back a few feet, or forward a few inches. Some of them had faces on them that said, “Is this really the 5th division Captain?” It didn’t really matter to Hikari, so she just let out a warm smile and watched.

“I give you the first move.”

Finally some action was about to start, and Hikari snapped back to the fighting.

Something incredibly ridiculous happened. The man wrapped in bandages, Reikon was his name Hikari thought - at least, opened up a dialog. Describing how he was unable to control his own power, and how he wasn’t going to be responsible for killing someone in this exercise. Hikari would have killed him right there if she was down there, boasting of one’s own power was incredibly stupid, and to not take the advantage that was given to him, even more idiotic.

Second person was just as dense as the first, Hikari had heard that the Second division had a new Lieutenant, Kasumi being a personal friend of Hikari knew much about the Assassination Division’s people unfortunately not their doings. Hikari was surprised to see this man release his Zanpakutou and then Flash step to Lancelot, stop, egg him on, then flash step again, and then hugged him. “This was a Shinobi? A Shinigami of the squad known for its secretive and highly intelligent people?" She could only be surprised as she thought these questions. Then here he was even saying that he didn’t know Lancelot Aizawa. He was by far one of the most promising, most well known member of his family, well other than his younger brother Jun-kun. Hikari meant the Captain Commander.

Hanging her shoulders lower, now more disappointed, than anxious for the fight, turned to the class.

”Ok class, as you can see we are at the ‘advanced combat’ class. Your wonderful teacher must be teaching the dropouts from the last class, meaning giving those two a personal lesson in ‘advanced combat’. Now let me point out, Mr. Bandages. Mono-logging is not a wise choice to make when given the opportunity to attack first. When you fight someone, actually scary, like an Arrancar, you will need to test the waters. You need to find their weaknesses and strengths as soon as possible. This will allow you to decide on fighting or fleeing, or successfully fleeing without dying.” Hikari’s monotone voice was expressing her unimpressed feelings about Lancelot’s competition.

”To continue. His other opponent is a Shinigami at a Lieutenant Level. His choice to release his Zanpakutou was very unwise, and perhaps overly zealous. Never show your cards to your opponent at the start of the battle. He will now be at a total disadvantage throughout the whole fight. Lancelot will be able to eventually see through the holes in his Shikai. Second! If you taunt your opponent, don’t answer the taunt with a hug. Answer it with the severing of a limb, or a gash along his stomach. Leave him incapacitated at the first of the fight, this will ensure your victory, or your ability to flee more successfully.” The Captain didn’t want to turn her head towards the fight, but Lancelot’s spiritual pressure was enticing her, it was beckoning her to watch what this person was capable of doing. Maybe one day she would be able to fight against him. The thought of this left Hikari’s heart beating a little faster.

Experience. It was that one thing that being fifteen-hundred years old did for Lancelot. He had fount numerous battles in his exceptionally long life, both as a Human and as a Shinigami. All of them involved a sword. So as he stood in the middle of a grassy field, being stared down by two exceptional opponents he felt more than comfortable. He could handle this, and hopefully the class up there on the cliff would learn a thing or two. Especially with a Second Division member on the field. They were always a great challenge to fight against with their speed and power. Focused on taking down an opponent as swiftly as possible. Although the rumor was that their Captain subverted that stereotype to great effect.

Reikon was a different story. Although he boasted about his superior intelligence, he did it in such a way that made Lancelot doubt how smart this guy really was. Someone truly wise and intelligent wouldn’t feel the need to tell others about it. He’d let his merits speak for him, and allow his peers to judge as they saw fit. It also went against a basic tenant of chivalry: Humility. From the tone of voice this man spoke with, he didn’t seem to do much but feign it.

That’s why he was surprised when the first thing the lieutenant saw fit to do was Shunpo behind Lancelot. Or, at least, that’s where the Third Seat assumed he went. In his time he had seen that as the obvious choice for people looking to get out of view. But by then the Kido Corp member had already mumbled a single word to himself while Jake and Reikon spoke. It was simple, and would likely spell the end of this fight for the two silly Shinigami who thought talking was a free action. He had hoped they’d take the opportunity to jump him when he spoke.

“Rikujōkōrō.” Was all that was needed, and by the time Jake had stepped behind Lancelot the technique had already finished. Whether or not it had captured it’s likely off-guard target or not was largely unimportant. What was important was that Jake saw fit to release his sword, the speech confirming that he was indeed behind Lancelot. As if he was trying to demonstrate the difference in their speed.

I already knew that. He’s a Second Division member after all. It’s almost a requirement. Were his thoughts. He could not speak them, however, for after utilizing his Bakudō technique he had begun a chant for his favorite Hadō. It was simple, but versatile. Having it ready for use to respond to whatever those two did was perfect. However, when he saw Jake Flash Step back in front of him he was a bit worried. He had released his blade behind his target…only to back off?

Did I read the report wrong? Is he really in Second Division? Lancelot thought, for to him there was no way such a stupid mistake could be made by their Lieutenant. He was even fully ready to block from behind. In fact, had he not seen Jake reappear in front of him he may have moved to block something that wasn’t there.

Oh well. It let him finish his mumbled chant. Now he was ready.

What happened next couldn’t be more perfect. Jake decided to talk once again, giving Lancelot the chance to raise his left hand ever-so-slightly. Just enough so it was in position to fire in case Jake decided to move in close. Believe it or not, that’s exactly what the Lieutenant did. And by the time he had wrapped his arms around the Third Seat, the deadly word had already been spoken.

“Shakkahō.”

With his hand mere millimeters from the gut of the Shinigami, how could it miss? They were lucky that the Third Division squad was on standby, for they’d certainly need to rush Duriel in for immediate organ regeneration. The technique would fire at point-blank range and likely split him in two. No amount of speed would allow him to dodge from this range. He was almost certainly going to get hit.

((OOC: Jake if you Shun-po out of that, I will come down and ubernoob you, meaning TY for playing, please feel free to roll up another Character, ubernoob you.

Just FYI, I do not believe Hikari, as a Captain would be able to avoid this attack without having to concede the match, and her speed is 65.))

Reikon watched in surprise as the 2nd Division Lieutenant flash stepped in a taunting manner before he grabbed Lancelot.
"Well this could be interesting; maybe i should offer my assistance instead of standing around", Reikon thought to himself as he Flash stepped to Lancelot's side.
Reikon was about to grab Lancelot by the collar and sweep his sword from behind to bring him off his feet, but just than he was suddenly paralyzed in mid action just before his Zanpakuto was less than an centimeter from the back of Lancelot's Achilles tendons. "DAMMIT, this is a Bakudo binding spell, I thought I recognized it!", Reikon thought to himself as he was now caught like a fly in the web of a spider; just waiting to be taken out. "Damn, if only i were a few seconds faster my blow would have been crucial and possibly given us the upper hand; But now I'm sharing the same seat of foolishness as Jake.", he said to himself, criticizing his own foolish actions. How could he have been so foolish as to get caught up in a Bakudo spell in such a clumsy manner? "Maybe I should have bitten my tongue and just took the first blow while he was talking, too late now." he said to himself.

(Stamina: 61/63)
-1 for Shunpo & -1 for battle
[213 words = 4 GP, 13 GP total]

Fucking holy beings.

Jake gasped as he felt the full power of the Shakkaho go through his intestines, blowing them out behind him like a true geyser of blood and cartilage. Jake's mind was having trouble comprehending what had just happened- shouldn't this have hurt more? "Strange," Jake thought, as his body began to fall to the floor upon the green, soft grass. Without knowing, actually, Jake was physically screaming in pain, clutching his side as three 3rd division healers rushed over to his body, now lying on the floor. Lights seemed to be pulsating, loud voices became whispered into one conglomerate blob of noise. Jake seemed to hear quick, chattering, nonsensical voices- his subconcious, maybe? Yes, most likely. The words were undiscernable, like the voices on the outside. What were these, the voices of gods speaking to him? Giving the world the idea that Jake was dead? Was Jake dead? No- Jake wouldn't die, not fucking today. Not without putting up a last stand, he wouldn't give up.

Jake looked at the Fourth Divisioner,caught in the bakudo. Was that kid stupid? He didn't have to get trapped in the Bakudo- hell, he could have instead tried to hit him as Jake went down. But Jake had also made a fatal mistake- one too stupid for a Lieutenant of the second division. He had tried to strike him from in front- Jake had realized from the behind would have been too stupid, but if he had used more of his shunpo skill, and caused an after-image, maybe he could have confused him. Even if he had struck from behind, Jake could have avoided more of the power of the Kido. But being in front was stupid? How could he have ever done something like that? This foolishness was unexpected of one of his rank- and in front of all of these Recruits and subordinates? How embarrasing. And for taunting Lancelot, Jake was feeling bad. Possibly Jake could apologize if he survived, and they could be friends- how he acted was rude. But Jack had to strike back against him, even if he wanted to spark a frendship. He wouldn't go down without a fight. He also hoped the recruits learned from his mistake and- "Stay focused" Jake thought weakly. It was time to strike back.

Jake put up his hand, shaking as he began to lose energy, and pointed it at Lancelot. "Masters of the sky, take it upon yourselves to gift me with your bolts, and clear my path of all enemies before me- Hado #32, Heavenly Strike." Jake muttered, his voice alterating due to the immense torment caused by the kido Lancelot had fired. 8 bolts of yellow energy, like small dagger blades then rained from the sky, all aimed at extremely fast speeds toward Lancelot. Jake, however, before even seeing them hit, closed his eyes and let his body go limp. He hoped Lancelot didn't get to badly wounded- he had to apologize. As Jake thought before, he liked him.

The black hands of darkness seemed to cloud Jake's vision as he fell into the arms of the 3rd Divisioners, dragging him off onto a stretcher. Jake began to weakly groan and utter as he felt the folds close in on him. As he felt all of his energy draining, he was thankful that the healing squad was here. They were usually nice after your ass get kicked- and Jake would usually return in kind, trying not to be one of those demanding patients. If they could save him, of course. Which they probably could, he hoped.
The squad did have organ regeneration, right?

Like slow motion Lance released both spells with ease. This was a trait in the Kido corps that couldn’t be more amazing to watch. Their ability to fling spells with such relative ease made Hikari almost sad that she didn’t practice the demon arts anymore, but then again the same thing could be said about her swordsmanship. Not many out there could do a dance of death so well, as what Hikari could.

The Lieutenant was hurt bad and fell on the ground in pain, feeling sorry for the subordinate of Kasumi, Hikari decided to not comment on the blunder yet again. As she decided it, the hairs on the back of her head stood up, the Lieutenant was down for the count, but by all means he wasn’t done with the fight. In one last attempt she saw him raise his hand, and point to the 3rd seated Kido Corp member. If he hit him, Lancelot would for surely relieve him of his pain, and send him into yet another rebirth in this cycle of life. Quickly Hikari showed the class the proper display of a Shun-po, disappearing from in front of the class, to end up almost chest to chest with Lance.

The Hado #32 hit Hikari’s back in an explosion of dust and debris, which quickly moved away in the gentle breeze. Hikari stood there not in the least phased, though her Haori steamed a bit from the impact. Turning around she gently placed her hand on Jake Duriel’s head and spoke to him softly. ”Rest for now, and don’t die Lieutenant. That last attack was brilliant, and showed the class how every Shinigami should end a fight. You will receive a high compliments in regards to that attack, when I see Kasu-chan next time.” Motioning to the third division member to quickly get him to the Organ Regeneration Center, she stood up staring this member of Royalty in the eyes.

After the brief stare down, she shifted her gaze to the group of students up on the cliff. ”Now students pay attention well. I have fought my share of Arrancar, evil Shinigami, and monsters the like would make you run in fear. I will be the object of this lesson, and Lance will show you how to effectively counter an opponent that is many times stronger, experienced and maybe smarter than you.” Even though Lance was royalty he was still a lower ranked member of the Court Guard, so therefore she didn’t need permission to join in on this fight.

Taking a good twenty paces back she pulled her Zanpakutou out and thrust it into the ground. Sitting there like a lone guide post, Hikari hung her Haori lovingly over two of her most treasured items. Pulling her arms into her Kimono she took the top part of it down, letting it rest at the sides of her hips. Her bare shoulders and stomach were defined and the powerful, yet petite muscles stood out, but not as much as the huge scar that ran from her left shoulder, down to her right hip, or the gaping crater of a scar in her shoulder. Both of those cuts would have proven to be fatal to anyone else, but everything about her physical appearance belied her true strength. The last item she took off was a fine silver chain with a cross attached to it, which was resting over her bandage wrapped chest. This was something that she would never put in harm’s way, and if people asked her what it was she would grip it, and apologize to them saying it was something that she didn’t want to talk about.

She was now ready to fight, and though she kept her weapon resting in the ground, she wasn’t any less intimidating. Looking over at Lancelot she grinned at him, the intent to kill and the sheer force of her total power focused on him. If he was any warrior worth fighting, in whom she believed he was, he would be able to brush off her power and ready himself to fight. Hikari intended to fight him hard, and never relenting. One thing about his fighting style made Hikari unsettled, she would have to keep his hands from ever pointing at her, thus she would have to attack quickly and press him continually, while knocking his hands away. Good thing Hikari was a master at Kung-Fu, or this would end up being a long fight for her.

With no further delay, Hikari snapped into action. First her flash-step, it was placed so she would stop right in front of him. Keeping focus on his dominant hand, her left hand went upwards, the circled outwards, If he rose his hand and pointed his hand at her, this would make sure his hand flew wide right, if he wasn’t fast enough she aimed it deep enough to take his hand from his side, and do the same motion. With Hikari’s right hand she opened her palm and shoved forward, this strike had enough force to knock his left shoulder to the side, but it wasn’t deep enough to his center of mass to knock him down. Hikari’s next move would do that for her.

As quick as her hands went out to knock both arms from being able to point at her, she recoiled them. In an almost slow motion scene, she tucked both hands in, shifting her hips inwards, then springing her legs, arms and wrists into action she did a dual palm strike aimed two feet past him, but at his center of mass. If he took the hit, he would find it hard to breath, or may suffer catastrophic internal damage. Hikari knew that if he was half the warrior people claimed him to be, Lancelot would find a way to avoid being killed.

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Words: 977
GP: 19
Total GP: 19
Stamina: 122/123

“Rule the world, Gilgamesh.” A line that simple was all it had taken for a swirl of Reishi to swallow Lancelot whole for a moment, and then release him a moment later. He now stood there in an incredible set of golden armor. The design was distinctly western and was entirely forged of golden plates. He even gained two square, golden earrings and his blonde hair spiked upwards. Under the armor was brown, padded cloth that separated the hard metal from his fleshy body. Even his boots were made of metal plate, and all of it shimmered in the bright sunlight of Soul Society.

A Hadō attempted by Jake Duriel, whom he had very nearly killed, was what he had spoken in response to. Due to the differences in what they had to saw, Lancelot’s armor was formed before the former’s chant was finished. However this became moot entirely as a quick Flash Step from Hikari Miyazaki, Captain of the hot-headed Fifth Division, intercepted the blasts with ease. Although, unlike Lancelot’s Kidō-shielded armor, she only took the spell with her back. How she managed to intercept it all while just being a little girl was beyond him, but she had done it.

I’ve seen stranger things in this world. Lancelot thought as he reflected back on his life for a moment. A little girl with enormous power was something he was deeply familiar with. His own Arturia, for instance, was the perfect example. Short, thin, and generally untimidating and yet she had become that legend that is today known as King Arthur. So seeing a Shinigami Captain intercept a spell wasn’t nearly as surprising to Lancelot as it may have been to someone else of lesser experience.

That was, of course, until she declared that the main event was now going to be her against him.

Lancelot started chanting immediately.

Adrenaline raged through his system in an instant. Fighting a Captain for a class demonstration? I didn’t invite her here to participate! I tried to end this match as quickly as possible. Although now fueled by fear and an overwhelming desire to not die, Lancelot couldn’t help but hesitate slightly within his own mind. Even as he used that Hadō on Jake he felt bad. Combat was not something this Shinigami enjoyed, for he couldn’t shake his own compassion that remained at his core.

While he spoke the Shinigami also reminded himself that Reikon was stuck in a Bakudō behind him, although not for much longer. So without having stopped his chant he also reached around and grabbed the unreleased Zanpakutō from his strengthless hands and prepared to defend himself with it if the need arose. It was a very unique design, and from Lancelot’s experience was a very poor one at that. How this man managed to handle himself with such an inefficiently built weapon was beyond him.

The fist that had suddenly rushed towards Lancelot was enough to snap him back into focus.

“…become once again the Shield of a Knight.” Just as he finished his chant he brought up his newly formed and golden shield. Overtime, the Shield of Lancelot had become know for it’s supposed ability to enhance his strength threefold. Although a slight exaggeration, that shield had possessed strong spiritual properties that enhanced his physical abilities while alive. Now, this recreation would integrate directly with his left arm and toughen his body in a myriad of ways.

In this case, just enough for him to handle a blow from her fists. The Captain then immediately took a stance as if expecting an immediate counter attack, something he had never intended to give her. Against a vastly superior opponent, your top priority should be personal survival. He remember, for those had been Arturia’s words back when she was known as King Arthur. They were wise, even today.

The blow itself had dented in his shield and forced him back about half a meter. The crowd visibly gasped in surprise, for Lancelot was known for being able to take a hit. However, that hit hadn’t been directly on his armor which also had a powerful layer of Kidō on top of his own physical hardiness. To make matters worse for the knight, he had already begun to breathe heavily. The shield took much out of him to summon and maintain.

With that in mind, Hikari suddenly thrust force both of her palms. Once again the shield absorbed the blow, but this one pushed him back a full meter instead of just half. In fact, he could feel the force of the blow as it reverberated through his bones. After he had stopped sliding, Lancelot lowered the shield just enough for him to peer over it. His red eyes narrowed on the Captain before him, and he felt a strong desire to complain about her directly to the Captain Commander.

And yet, what would that accomplish? I have been faced with many challenges. This one is no different. I just need to tackle it and overcome it like all of the others. Captain or not. Anything less and Arturia would disown me… Were his thoughts on the matter, trying to lessen the fear he felt with his own bad humor. In a way, it had worked, and he worked up the nerve to utter a single line at the Fifth Division child-Captain.

“No child can defeat King Arthur’s greatest knight.” He responded with a wicked smile. It was a title history had bestowed upon him, and one he wore with equal pride.

*****

Stamina: 43/60 (1 for combat; 10 for Shield of a Knight)

Defense + 10
Released into Shikai (Reiatsu enhances Defense)

By the way, in honor of the previous fight...

How do I look in my Batman outfit?

A shield appeared on his arm, this was something that she had never thought possible. He wasn’t the normal Shinigami that she had supposed him to be. Even though it was something that she hadn’t seen before, the armor was splendid and would shield him from the brutal attacks that she would land on him.

Her assumptions proved to be right, as her last palm strike landed he moved back a few feet. He was winded as well. Most of all Hikari was mostly impressed with his ability to take the hit, and have that shield technique still stay intact. Sure it was dented, but this superior Kido based technique held up against two strikes. Most anyone else’s, even at Lieutenant strength, wouldn’t have been able to stand these attacks. Hikari was impressed, and that was speaking volumes. Hikari wouldn’t have to hold back, and she hoped that this man would impress her even further if he could draw blood.

After the succession of attacks Hikari paused briefly to see if he would immediately take action against her. This would be the proper course of action if fighting against a superior fighter. You needed to keep the flow away from someone who could exhibit much more stamina. This was essential to be able to cast a spell, or create a plan of escape or survival. Lancelot Aizawa slide had stopped; Hikari was ready to counter any spell once again. She had the speed to get into his face and knock away his hands again, and again, and again. She just wondered what type of counter attack this excellent fighter would do next. The sheer excitement of battle, the unknown variables of what your opponent might do, wondering if this man could even hurt her, boiled her blood and again excited her.

“No child can defeat King Arthur’s greatest knight.”

The counter attack never came, only words and a look of frustration. Lancelot didn’t think that Hikari would come and intervene in the lesson; you could see it in his eyes. Hikari couldn’t stand it anymore though. She had to come in and test this man’s metal. The Aizawa’s had always been a gifted house, producing many famous Shinigami. Lancelot was one of them that had perked her interest and she wanted to see the potential this one had. From her point of view he could end up being a very powerful and worthy Captain Commander, if he chose to pursue it in the future, but now wasn’t time to doddle over this, he was speaking and was missing his chance to change the flow.

In another flash step she disappeared, then instantaneously reappeared behind him. Hikari’s single punch was in full motion even before she had stopped the flash step. This one would hit him in the kidney area. If his armor was as resilient as she thought it was, this strike would rattle his insides, but do no permanent damage. Continuing with the momentum of the strike, she reached up to the collar of his armor and pulled backwards and downwards. If she had successfully hit him and even grabbed him, he would be on his back only a half second after he ended his words. The purpose of this attack was to show the class the correct way to strike from someone’s blind spot like how Jake Duriel should have. This was a lesson on advanced combat techniques. Something that Hikari had specialized in, well the martial part of combat, and she wanted this to be a good lesson for everyone. Perhaps even herself.

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Words: 600
GP: 12
Total: 31
Stamina: 121/123