花嵐舞踊

Ayako has three moods regarding friends/possible friends:

Fight me

Shower me in affection

Take a bath with me

   God, he’s missed this. Feeling pain. His skin opens up again and another thin, red line dribbles red along his body. It’s always so thrilling to find someone who can cut through his reiatsu-enhanced skin. Kenpachi’s grinning like a madman, drunk on the high of fighting. This is getting fun. His blade swings around again, retaining the momentum of the previous attack. There’s no effort made to avoid or dodge the attacks she makes. Why would he? This is how battles were meant to be fought, slicing each other to pieces!

“then gimme more!”

   His sword kicks up a pillar of dust when it hits the ground, the force of his blow substantially stronger than the last one. Nozarashi is out for blood in recompense for Kenpachi’s own shed.

The ground shakes under the force of his attack, and she shifts her stance once again. He was faster than this- that much she knew. But she didn’t want him going all out... even swinging his sword just to swing it, she had to fight for her life to stand a chance. She hops, angling for a downward slash- but at the last minute, she kicks off on one, two reishi platforms and ends up behind him her strike flashing down across his back- And a pulse emits from her blade, sending the grass around them flattening.

Ayako shifts into a lower stance, her blade parallel to the ground- as the red of Kenpachi’s blood appears to stain the blade itself, all along its length. She does not sheathe Kaika Miko this time- her shyness dispelled with the taste of her opponent’s blood.

  ‘  thank you  ‘  ♥