@elvaliiente
The wind whips white on white, erasing the scars of battle just as quickly as they’re carved into the ever-changing landscape. In the distance, the clashing of blades— singing upon contact, sending a thrum into the quiet, endless night. Harribel’s movements are fluid and precise, with bruising strength behind each swing of her zanpakuto. Like the crushing force of the waves she commands, personified. Relentlessly, she continues her assault. Their blades scrape noisily together, sparks flying. And though her preference is to not engage in battle, she cannot easily deny the humble request of an ally in need. Much less, when it comes from her predecessor.
She swings her blade again, parrying an attack and sweeping low to the ground to knock her opponent off her feet. Toppling the knight, Harribel points her sword directly at Nel’s forehead, peering down at her with a silent challenge in her eyes.
“Are you finished already?”
