AN: Hey again, as promised, fast updates. Well, this story anyway. I just haven't felt like writing Return to no Home at the moment (have no idea why) but I really want to finish this story for some reason. Also, I have to admit, I kinda like Tatsuki becoming this awesome fighter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach

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A Summer Job: Battlecalm (Part II)

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Yammy lay on the ground, breathing heavily. It was a wonder a mere human girl could actually do that, but this would be the only glory she had.

Tatsuki looked on, unfazed at the sight of the big arrancar standing up, and brushing himself off. She hadn't expected that blow to knock him out, and she would be very surprised if it had. For some reason, she knew he was a strong opponent. She wasn't aware of it a moment ago, but now she could feel the force that Renji called spirit power, radiating around him. Instead of it lowering when she had thrown him, it had simply risen, and she could feel it continuing to rise. Almost as if he had been playing with her. Judging by the grin on his ugly face, he probably was.

"What's the matter? You look like something is pushing you down."

Tatsuki bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from replying. Now that she could feel her own spirit power in her body, and could call it up with out needing the trigger of anger, it really wouldn't be helpful to be agitated. She breathed in deeply, although that was getting harder by the second. Concentrating, she slowly built up the 'calm' she was so used to doing, during her fights in karate. It helped her focus, and it also took her mind of the increasing pressure on her shoulders.

"Oh? Still standing up after this amount of spirit power?"

Tatsuki looked up, and assumed her fighting stance.

"I'm impressed that trash like you can do that. But soon that is" – here Yammy pulled back his massive arm – "all you'll be able to do!"

Tatsuki saw it coming from miles away. Lithely, she jumped to the side, looking on as the giant fist ploughed into the ground, causing a small explosion.

"Your punches are slow."

"Shut up, trash!"

Another explosion, with Tatsuki jumping out of the way again. She would have to start counterattacking soon, she thought, and as the next punch came, she simply stood there, blocking the punch with an open fist.

The momentum of his punch drove her back a little, as well as draining some of the spirit power in her arm, but she looked up triumphant. She could beat this guy.

"I already told you, your punches are slow."

With that, she drew her other arm back, about to deliver a strong uppercut to the bottom of his forearm, when he disappeared.

Her 'calm' lowered dangerously, and she felt her resolve waver a little.

Where did he…shit!

Turning around, she was barely able to throw one arm up before Yammy's powerful fist smashed into her small frame. She was thrown back metres, stopping with a sickening thud at a stout tree trunk.

"If I can move faster than you, then it doesn't matter if my punches are slow. You won't see them coming anyway."

Yammy approached the female figure leaning back on the tree trunk.

"You fought well, for a piece of trash. But for that, I'll have to kill you, before I suck up all these other souls here."

He punched, the wind making a gentle whooshing sound as it came towards the fallen fighter.

But there was no explosion, nor blood or guts. Tatsuki had blocked his punch, by merely raising her left hand.

She stood up, still holding on to his gigantic fist.

"Sorry, I don't think I said that properly. Your punches are slow. And weak."

"Why you –"

Tatsuki shoved him back with power that she didn't know she had. Her calm had nearly dissolved when he had mentioned all the souls that he was about to suck up. That could never happen again.

The arrancar disappeared, but this time, his movements were too predictable. If he wanted to punch her without her knowing, the only place he could go without being in her field of vision, he would have to be behind her.

She felt her calm rise again, and taking a deep breath, she turned around and kicked with all her might, smirking inwardly as she felt it make contact with his body.

Good. I got his left leg.

To her surprise, Yammy started to burst out in laughter.

"You know, we arrancar aren't like you humans." A pause. "Our bodies have a special outside coating which is as hard as steel. If you thought that you could take me down with just a normal kick, then that is almost like saying that you can break down a steel wall. Such weak hits from trash can't hurt me."

Tatsuki said nothing, but kept her leg in the kicking position. Thinking back to the time where she had kicked Renji, she remembered the sensation of it – it was like a jolt of electricity had streamed through her leg, and had pounded into his body. At first, nothing had happened, but then a couple of seconds later he was thrown back violently, almost as if there was some sort of internal explosion.

Concentrating to make her calm rise, she blocked out whatever the arrancar was saying, and focused on bringing her spiritual power down towards her leg.

There.

She could feel it streaming through, just like that time with Renji. However, this time it felt much more compact, more powerful, and more controlled.

She looked up, as the arrancar showed her a puzzled look.

"What the hell was that?" he asked, somewhat surprised. "It felt like someone had tickled me or something."

Shit. That didn't even do a thing.

Tatsuki jumped back, fast. This person was a monster. She shook her head. She couldn't allow those thoughts to enter her mind, as they effectively dropped her calm, that she was so proud of. She concentrated again, and her calm easily came back to her, a product of years of practice.

"What ever that was," – he disappeared – "it didn't do a thing" he said as he appeared behind her.

Tatsuki swung around without looking, intent on catching the same leg again, but her fist met air.

"Bala."(1)

That was the only word she heard before she saw his fist coming, from behind her. He had used that weird technique to get behind her the first time, and as she turned, he had used it again, catching her completely off guard.

It was already too close to dodge.

To her surprise, a circular white flash appeared in front of her, and before she knew it, she was thrown back violently, her ears filling with the screaming wind of the explosion.

"You know, to increase the strength of physical attacks, you add spirit power to your punches, or kicks. I guess I underestimated you when I tried to defeat you without using spirit power in my punches. You are persistent, but in the end, trash is still trash. You should be thankful that I used that attack to kill you, not with the technique I'm going to use to suck up all these –" Yammy stopped abruptly, his face distorted in agony.

My leg! What the fuck just happened to my leg?

"Just shut up about all this crap about strength and spirit power. It still remains a fact that your punches are weak."

What the hell? She's still alive? She took a bala at point blank range and survived? Why the hell didn't Aizen-sama tell us about this girl – even though she is new to what she's doing, she could still become a threat later on. Damn that Ichigo, sharing around his bloody spirit power.

He feigned an uncaring face, though his leg was killing him. "Even though you say that, isn't it my 'weak' punch that made you like that now? You look like you can hardly stay on your feet."

"Aren't I the one supposed to be saying that?" Tatsuki replied, dangerously cool.

He looked down at his leg. It hurt like hell, and was shaking uncontrollably, but the weird thing was, it looked perfectly normal, aside from the shaking. There were no bruises, no scratches or slashes. It was as if something had eaten him from the inside out.

"You bitch. What the hell did you do to my leg?"

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"Internal haemorrhage"

"No…its much more serious than that."

"Oh?"

"Yes. Internal haemorrhage could never make someone's leg shake that uncontrollably. Besides, look at his standing position now. His body is tilted towards the left, and he is sinking ever so slowly. It's probably more…-munch, munch-…total muscle implosion…-munch, munch-… And maybe the bone as well, judging by the way he's standing. Probably the only thing holding him up is their steel layer of skin."

"Oh. And what the hell are you doing eating popcorn at such a serious time?"

"Because it's a good fight, and the vendors were selling it cheap when we came here."

"Idiot."

"Be quiet. They might hear us."

"I'm surprised they haven't heard your munching."

"Maybe you should turn back to a woman. At least your voice isn't as annoying then."

"You just want to see me naked."

"Ohoho…now why would I want to see that?"

"Just a hunch. I wonder why her attack only had effect now."

"If you give me back my popcorn, I will tell you."

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Shit. Even though I said all that, it was really only luck that I got my hands up in the nick of time. And it was really only luck that I had that much spirit power in my arms at that time to cancel out most of that attack's effect. To take away all the spirit power in my arms, and still hurt me this much…that attack was amazing.

"Hey. I said, what the fuck did you do to my leg?"

"Oh? I thought it only tickled."

"Bitch."

I wasn't planning on using this here, but my whole leg seems like it has turned to mush, and she will surely defeat me if I don't do it.

"Feel privileged that you are going to see this. I didn't even use it when I fought your orange haired friend."

"What?"

Yammy grinned, in spite of his pain. "My zanpakto release."

Zanpakto release?

Yammy continued to grin evilly. With this, she didn't stand a chance.

"Remember this well, trash. Dageki, subashikoi kanadzuchi" (2)

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AN: So anyway, I was planning to finish the fight scene with this chapter, but sorry, no can do. Well, just review, because the more you review, the more I will write, and the faster I will write and the better I will write…the faster I get to...some fluffy bits which I KNOW you guys love. Don't deny it. Anyway, I don't really like having to make up Yammy's zanpakto release, but it is inevitable. If he is going to have a serious fight, its stupid if he doesn't use it. Hahaha. I hoped you like that little segment in the middle with those two 'unknown' characters. We all know who they are. Good fun. Cya next chapter.

(1) Bala - spanish for bullet. This is a cero-type attack, but it goes much faster, and Yammy uses it in a fight with Urahara in the manga.

(2) Rough translation (or what it SHOULD translate to)...Strike, nimble hammer. Now, all you people who really know Japanese, don't get mad at me, because I just got this off an online dictionary, so I guess its probably in the wrong context (like, that word for nimble might be translated as 'fluffy' or something dumb like that) or whatever, but what the hell, it sounds cool enough to me. SORRY!