「Icarus Closin」-3rd seat of squad 12...
Your aspirations will be shattered once my blade touches your neck. Flattery will get you no where...your fate is sealed....
Do not think just because I am 3rd seat that you can treat me as such....Icarus notices the foot and smiles as the kick sweeps his legs out from under him. Using his arms to support him he quickly kicks upwards at his captains face. there was no remorse in this kick and it would land...the fact that he was in the air combined with the speed of his kick meant it would. Quartz accumulated at the end of his geta for some reason. This was a very weird way to attack but he knew it would work. He points his hand up at the heel dropping towards him and points out his index and middle finger too him, putting his thumb up he speaks softly as a small gray mass appears on his fingers. "...Boom..." He says in a nonchalant tone before quickly putting his thumb down and shooting a small bullet at the middle of his foot... This attack was instantaneous and had come from the thin layer of quartz around his body and transformed into a small slug of iron. There was no question that he would make his opponent flash step otherwise he would be shot in the foot.Once he retracted his foot he would be simply caught in his trap. His nagitana forms into a tightly wound steel ball next to him. he yells loudly as his spiritual pressure flares and it transforms into salt. Throwing it at his captains eyes he hoped to blind him...he had anticipated his escape plan and it wasn't a sound idea. 