The thirst for blood rises! - Area District #80 North Rukongai

The weather was rainy with thunderstorms. Michael stood there with only the bottom half of his shinigami uniform, to his left hung his Shichirou haori which he placed on a tree branch. All around him were large pools of blood in which bodies had fallen from Michael's blade.

Michael was blood thirsty again, he was seeking out the strongest fighters in hope to regain the thrill he once had from battling the best of the best.

Reports had gone out that a large man was slaying large crowd of thugs in one single area.

The area around him was a large forest with the center looking like a plane dirt arena, around him where piles of dead bodies and shattered blades that were on the ground from fallen warriors.

Michael stood there, most of his body covered in blood which slowly began to drip of his bare chest. He held his two blades in each hand, each one dripping with blood. Michael's eyes were covered by his hair, no emotion was shed from his lips. He simply said to himself.

"Is there anybody who is willing to fight me and can last more than two minutes! I need a fight! My blades thirst for a battle!"

The thunderstorms were getting more vicious, this was one of Michael passive abilities however, he was not using the weather to attack, only to make the scenario better and to help clean the area around him. Michael was in his full sealed form, he had no intentions on going to any next level of battle.

He stood there, panting as the cold weather would make his breath viewable through steam. It would be released from his mouth and nostrils. He awaited for the one person to give him a good battle.

The thunder crackles and roars once more...

...Michael was back in his kenpachi state...

... he would show people the reason why he had gained the title of kenpachi many years ago...

... all that was left... was to wait...

Clack, clack, clack, the 5 inch heels of traditional Geisha sandals sang as they met the gore of bloodied bodies. With a decorative umbrella over her head, slowly Fumei would come closer to The silly Michael.

As usual, she wore her clever smile as she approached. Nasty storm we're having this fine evening. She stated ever so sweetly. What ever could bring on such a dreadful plight? She said placing her left pointer finger to her cheek.

She rested her umbrella upon her right shoulder, still shielding her face from the storm, but revealing its beauty to the large man before her. The calm smirk shown upon Michael from Fumei's pure white face, so calmly. Well? She said with a raised eyebrow to display her impatience. That cruel smirk never left her lips.

This Vizord rarely left the human world, but felt drawn back to the place that had forsaken her years ago. What better way to come back with a bang than fighting one of the most powerful members of the SS Court. Guessing by the bodies around him the SS was already having issues, and she just couldn't have that. She was a Geisha, she needed to be the center of attention.

Michael held his blades in each of his hands, he looked to the young girl as the thunder would crackle and roar even louder. The rain was heavy and the mud was getting thicker, his breath could be seen as steam as he looked to the young girl.

"Are you here to ask questions or are you here to fight?"

Michael let off a small animalistic growl under his breath, he clicked he neck to each side allowing a loud cracking sound to be heard. He placed his neck back up and looked to the girl, his hair was covering parts of his face so Michael's eyes were hard to be seen, the area was dark and the only light that would shed upon the area was the lightning and thunder that followed it.

Michael awaited a response from the young girl.

Puckering her lower lip and making puppy eyes, she piped up.

Awww, Big old Mikey doesn't even remember me. Unsheathing her blade and removing her formal robes to reveal her protective gear, and she kicked off her shoes. The small girl took stance.

Perhaps I will have to MAKE you remember my pretty face. She carried a grin full of energy and blood lust. It have been a while since Toki no kusari tasted blood. Fumei had spent so much time dormant, this would awaken her abilities.

Michael notched his head to the side slightly. He looked to her as she took of her clothing revealing protective gear, he shook his head.

"Get to the point. This is the first time I've met you. You wanna do this respectfully and state your name or you wanna just get to the point and clash blades?"

Michael stood there wearing no protective gear, his bottom half of his robes already torn slightly and covered in blood and mud, his top half of his body naked, with splashes of blood over it, including his face which had blood of others on it.

Let us battle like samurai. She said in an almost bored tone, awaiting her foe's first move. The rain fell, but the Geisha make up stayed in place. Her long stained skin had no real face anymore.

Staying true to the days of old she would not use any abilities beyond that of her skills using her Zanpakuto. Like the mornings held at sunrise, awaiting the honored time to cross blades.

"Quit your yappin and attack already. You think I'm really going to charge and make the first move?"

Michael walked to the center of the muddy field and awaited his opponent to confront him. He looked to her and studied her stance, he shook his head as the thunder roared heavily.

Fumei rolled her eyes. Could she expect anything more from a man? They can never do anything right.

Charging forward she leaped into the air, both hands on the blade's hilt and she crashed down upon her opponent. She didn't expect much from this initial attack, but someone had to be the man and take the first move. She would study every slight breath, every muscle twitch after this to make a more planned and worthy attack.

Michael looked up as the young girl jumped up and fell down towards her. Michael raised up his right blade and clashed with her, with one simple swipe there blades gridded with one another and he managed to fling her of his blade, he didn't attack her he was simply pushing her of his blade.

As his opponent is flung of his blade he bends his legs back and pushes and jumps of the ground charging towards her with a dive as he had his right blade in front of him and his left blade behind him. He was rapidly moving closer to her as the wind and rain would follow through, however this time he was not in control of the wind.

Fumei would fall back onto her feet, and then attempt to spin counter clock wise to hopefully have it so her enemy would crash to the ground and have his torso positioned in a way that by her blade had swong around it would make contact with flesh.

The blade of the opponent slashed Michael's torso an a wound had formed with a bit of blood dripping, as Michael's body twisted mid air he sent his blade to attempt to clash with hers as he fell to the ground.

blocking with her forearm brace, Fumei took the force of the hit, and with it jumped back a few feet to regain ground. With an open hand in a flat palm like stance and the hilt of the blade held with one hand, blade facing away from the opponent, preparing for an under hand swing.

Fumei rushed back at Mike with a swift diagonal cut upwards coming at him.

Michael placed his feet to touch the ground and with it he bent his legs and pushed off the ground and charged towards his opponent, as his opponents blade came up towards him he bought down his to clash with hers. If he timed this right the two blades would be able to clash on time and Michael could then bring in another move to attack the opponent.

With two blades sang out as they clashed and Fumei held her ground. despite the fact that Mike was about 3 times her size, the little woman had strength and her Zanpakuto skills were well developed. She would continue to study her foe. This blows were very average and she expected something much more.

Michael pressed his blade against hers. The metal was grinding viciously sparking out, Michael was holding back a lot, he was not too interested in this battle but still would go through with it to warm himself up. He continued to push against the blade against the young girl in hope that it will push her back.

Fumei matched the pressure and was truly waiting for something more interesting. It was a shame, seeming her foe was holding back. that meant he underestimated her. Fumei doubled her pressure from that what was used to match Mike. Perhaps then he would take the match a bit more seriously.

Michael took no notice to the spiritual pressure that was being risen. Michael flipped over the young girl, as he was flipping over her he sent his blade which he held with his right hand to her in an attempt to slash her once again. Michael knew that this was reckless however it didn't matter as he simply wanted to see how much she could take.