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Just looking to get a little practice in with Fiona in battle.

Fiona was settled on the floor, having been practicing and doing a general warm up, there was a small sheen of sweat that had started to build on her skin but she didn't seem bothered by it. On the contrary she seemed accustomed to such things, raising her eyes to Umehara from where she'd been stretching on the ground. Listening to him before flipping herself up and eying him while she wiped off her face with a towel.

"Well, aren't you just chipper in the morning?" She had a half smirk on her face, it didn't take much to notice his less than approving manner regarding her open request for some sort of spar. "Don't like dancing sunshine?"

She hadn't come up with nicknames for much of the court yet, but if he wasn't a morning person, sunshine would suffice. Tossing a towel to the side she shrugged. "Back at you, I don't have a particular preference most of the time but as I don't know if you plan to do any sort of damage to the building we should take it outside or blossom might b***h."

"Not that reading is a bad thing, but no wonder you're out here." Fiona remarked, pacing after him and smirking a bit as blue eyes scanned him over. Well, that wasn't usual at least and Fiona was always curious about things outside the 'norm'. She was dressed at the moment in a uniform but it seemed more something to use for working out, rarely did she wear it at other times. Her hair was still up and out of her face with a few plastic small slinky styled pieces falling along with curls from her real hair.

"Really? Umehara? I'll never remember that." Fiona remarked, not rudely more matter of fact. "No sunshine eh? Well I'm sure I can come up with something for you that doesn't leave such a sour expression on your face."

She drew her blade out, though unlike his her sword was completely black, it seemed more to draw in light and create darkness than it seemed to reflect anything. Fiona smirked again, rolling her shoulders and slipping forward, vanishing in a flash step and coming in low. Remarking with a slightly playful sarcasm. "Aw, can't you multitask dear? Will dancing and speaking be too rough on you?"

"Aw, now that's not very nice." Fiona clucked her tongue at him and immediately began stalking to the left, as she closed the space again, feinting to the right at the last moment with another strike. "I'd say I'm a fair challenge at least."

"Fiona, or well, if I remember a nickname you're welcome to try but I have a poor memory for names." She remarked, pushing herself away again after the strike weather it hit or not. She was light on her feet yet moved often, perhaps why she called it dancing. "But thanks dear, you aren't half bad looking yourself...though you could do with a change in wardrobe."

"I'd call you Narcissist but that's taken I'm afraid." She was eying him over as she spoke, looking for openings even as she kept to commentary.

Fiona saluted lightly with her blade, yet didn't cease moving, she remarked. "Oh there's a certain promise, just not my style...I'm more hot topic than old navy."

He rushed her and then vanished but her steps altered when he disappeared and it was her constant movement that rescued her from the stab to the back. The back of her uniform got a slash but she turned quickly, slamming her sword down into his while it was still aimed toward the ground. Though as opposed to making a strike she leaned forward while holding the blades down to steal a short peck on the lips. "Nothing wrong with confidence, sunshine."

Fiona backed several steps as he did, grinning like a Cheshire cat that got into the catnip. She was having fun by the look of her, when he asked, more pointed out, that she was tricky she only winked at him. "Tit for Tat, old navy."

Apparently she had a new nickname for him, though she didn't know if he'd like it any more or less than the first it worked well enough in her mind. She had a certain predatory nature to her steps as well but it was hard to take her too seriously given the wide smile on her face. "I bet you would, and any dance gets old if you don't switch up the steps. I'll bite."

"Obscure, Eiluned." Fiona remarked, releasing her blade though it didn't fall, instead the zanpakuto altered in shape, folding outward as though it might grow wings. As the shadows reformed tendrils curled upward clinging to her fore and upper arm while others swayed on some unseen wind. Her scythe she held in her opposite hand though it had not transformed as the rest of the blade. All this in a few short moments before she took a shot at him, the ammunition of her weapon translucent in the air and incredibly difficult to trace.

(Edit: OOC: Sorry for the above missing images I did some editing of my photobucket folders so I have to fix a lot of my layouts)

"Elegant." Fiona remarked as she observed his own weapon's transmutation to the key blade form. Laughing lightly as he remarked about his sweater. Her voice was colored with her amusement but retained a certain undertone of flirting with a side of sass. "Old navy, I'm not sure you want me choosing what you wear...if you insist I can work on something. I could see you in fishnet and chains, maybe a connecting collar. I could get a leash for you doll."

"Hmm...he wants me to attack him? He expects to be immune in some way..." Fiona thought, from the word he used to release the zanpakuto she could presume what might be coming. Still, what fun was there in holding back?

Fiona slipped backward from the arc of his blade but not quite as quickly as she should have; part of her hairpiece's spring fell to the ground and she pursed her lips, a little less amused. "Speaking of replacements..." The blue haired woman took another single shot, the exit of the projectile altering it to a translucent near nothingness instead of the darkness it came from. Her crossbow's shadows continued to move, almost seeming to massage her shoulder in the grip of the dark tendril's. This motion didn't seem to change regardless of if she was firing or not, more it seemed a constant that the shadows that formed her weapon constantly moved in some non-existent breeze.

"Ah yes, there's the bragging...you're becoming predictable doll." Fiona teased, continuing to move quickly enough that one of the crystal shots missed her completely. Three she met projectile for projectile and the last whizzed close enough to leave a mark on her thigh, cutting cleanly through her uniform and deep enough to leave a line of red where it had already started to bleed.

"I have to say I don't mind the color scheme." Fiona commented mid-roll/dodge. Perhaps not surprising given her clear favor of the color blue. Her roll would have broken a normal crossbow but the shadows of her released blade simply passed through the ground harmlessly as though she wasn't carrying it at all. She came up from the ground without missing a beat. Another volley of shots fired at her opponent, though they were high and would hit the ground behind Umehara instead of him. Perhaps it was a distraction since she'd fired directly after such a somersault?

The trio of clear projectiles wouldn't be lost however. Ricocheting at her will they bounced off the ground as opposed to remaining there and instead headed upward from their angel at his lower back and thighs. Sneaky was apparently a fitting adjective for the bow-woman.