She moved forward with grace, dress swaying with her movements. The hollow took the time to appreciate her beauty, even as she had her scythe in hand. Everything about her posture told him she was going to attack, yet he couldn't bring himself to do anything other than block
She was fast, in his face and jabbing at him with practiced accuracy. He raised his sword to deflect the blows.
She grit her teeth and jumped up, swinging the curved blade of the scythe down. He held his oversized zanpakuto above his head to block it, and she pulled back before sonidoing away.
He started to laugh. Really, this was all too much fun.
She scowled at him, then sonidod behind to attack while he was off gaurd. She dug the scythe into his shoulder and yanked it back, blood spilling and staining the white shihakusho crimson
He leaned forward, then started laughing louder. "is that the best you've got!" He ran at her with as much speed as he could and swung his blade down, clattering against the staff section of the scythe. Without giving her time to respond, he raised the zanpakuto and attacked her again and again.
She kept up with the blows, parrying them with little effort.
They were pretty evenly matched. She could do this. He was the hollow of the shinigami that wanted to keep precious Rukia away, she would defeat him. No. She would utterly decimate him. He and his shinigami would never bother her again.
He kept laughing. Something was wrong. What was so funny? He wasn't winning!
"come on babe, try harder!" The attacks grew faster, she began to struggle blocking them. He wasn't slowing down, and wasn't breaking a sweat either. It wasn't good enough to just defend against attacks, you had fight back!
She growled deep and low, swinging her scythe upwards, knocking the zanpakuto right out of the hollows hands. During his second of distraction she kicked him solidly in the guts, then started jabbing at him with the pointed end of her weapon again.
Without any way to defend himself, ribbons of crimson began flowing down his chest. He fell to the ground and held his arms up. "okay, okay!"
She growled again. How pathetic, giving up! She tossed the scythe to the side, clattering against the zanpakuto. The lavender haired hollow gripped his right hand and gave it a sharp twist, savouring the crack of bone and the subsequent cry of pain.
That should stop him from doing anything too dangerous. For now.