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The wind was blowing today. Blowing the sand around in the heat. For a moment, it seemed as though the desert was totally empty. Occasionaly, the cry of something could be heard..but..it was brief. Then the sands that blew around formed in a sense, around a pair of shapes. A pair of travellers walking through this desolate place..impossible to make out at first, though that didn't last long. Black cloaks..featureless..with high collars. Sakkats, with tassels that hang down over the face..


But the eyes of the pair are..intense. The leading figure's face is entirely shrouded; only the eyes are seen..cold, expressionless red eyes. The other figure has grey eyes, and a pair of glasses sitting on their nose. The rest of the face is difficult to make out over the tassels that hang down from the hat. The heaviness is coming from the red-eyed figure..it's heavy, unnatural almost..though the one next to that figure seems to be emanating its own strong energy. Their steps are slow and assured..as if they know for sure where they're going.

The figures slowly walk forward, then come to a brief stop, looking on this youngling before them. The stronger of the two seems to take a few steps back, not in any kind of fear, but simply to remove itself from the overall situation in general. The person felt like a Shinigami, but there was something twisted about the reiatsu that came off of them. The follower, however, felt like any Shinigami would. So it wasn't a hollow, or worse, a proto-arrancar like the ones that had been spotted coming into soul society at rare moments.


It happens then, the heavy pressure just..stops. All the reiatsu the leading figure was pushing forth just seems to disappear, taken into itself. The reiatsu that was remaining wasn't quite as strong at all, but still enough to show that the Shinigami wasn't weak. That particular shinigami tips the hat for a moment, then murmers in a low voice..


"Are you..powerful..?"

"You are ready for battle..even without great power, you are brave in the face of death..but.."


The figure turns to the one that a moment ago was emitting the large power. That darker figure nods once, as if giving a signal. The smaller figure turns its head..and again chooses to speak in the soft, quiet voice..the voice isn't menacing, but it is..cool. Distant. As if guaging and speaking all at once, thinking even as they speak.


"Do you know a man..a man named Shinrei..?"


The glasses in front of the cool grey eyes glint faintly in the light cast off of the desert sand..the question has uncertain intent..but it seems like this person knows Shinrei, that Shinigami who spoke at the Academy before..

Running as fast as he can go, heading to what he hopes to be the source of the powerful Reiatsu of just moments before, Rikatsu sees figures through the distant trees. Slowing a bit an relaxing when he sees that both figures are wearing Shinigami clothes, Rikatsu feels a cold chill flow down his spine as he can see the tension between the two, totally unlike the friendly contest he had been observing earlier.

Taking a deep breath and pulling the calm his clan was renowned for around him, Rikatsu strode swiftly towards the distant figures. His fighting sticks held behind his forearms, ready but not threating.

Only as he closed on the two dark figures did he see the third shadow behind them.

Standing at the edge of the treeline, Rikatsu watched as the drama unfolded, not knowing who any of these people were, or why Shinigami was fighting Shinigami. Worried, he waited, ready for things to become clear.

(really an autododge given her level and all but..xD I'll roll in fairness.)

Dodge: 9+73 = 82

The sword comes down without fail. There is no movement, no shift in her stance. As the blade comes down at her body, she twists her arm rapidly, shifting it so her palm rests upward, and the blade impacts it soundly. The terrible part about this is..there is no blood on her hand at all after catching the sword firmly with her palm. It's in that moment, that the entire battle is decided. No matter how far it goes beyond that single point, it's an exercise in futility. Still, she'd made a promise.

She shifts back in a strangely ladylike fashion, and readies her sword..though she places a unique glove over her bare hand from within her hakama. The glove is a delicate woman's glove, yet it has a pair of slits in the palm, as if it's meant to hold something..and the middle and ring fingers are bound together by two small pieces of leather.

"To not use my full strength would insult you. I am not one to insult anyone, even one who is not ready for me."

And she holds up that gloved hand..and murmers..stretching out her blade..and placing the hilt against those little slits on her glove..

"Kizu Shittorito..Satsuhime.."

The sword takes on a glow..and lets out a soft..sigh almost..before glowing, and shattering, taking the form of a small blade..a medical scalpel, that shared the previous weapon's small tassels of royalty. It's a bit larger than your average scalpel, but still it easily fits into the slits of the glove, with the edge going past her fingers. So it's meant to be used with a hand to hand style..

Blinking, Rikatsu knew that the young Shinigami before him was totally outmatched, indeed it seemed as though defeat was inevitable.
Watching as Tsai struck with everything he had, fighting this strange, and somehow dark Shinigami, Rikatsu realized what he was doing. These strange shinigami must be some kind of threat... damn. Not much I can do. I should probably wait here, learn all I can, then head back to Soul Society, they needed to know about these strangers. Even as he thought that however, Rikatsu readied himself to go to the defense of the obviously overmatched younger shinigami.

Tsai was punctured and hit in the chest, left arm and right leg faster than he could dodge them. Was it over? The pain didn't come to him yet, he didn't feel anything until he fell to the ground. There was no screams of pain. He felt it but did not do anything to express it. Just finish me off quickly," Tsai muttered in his head. His life was fleeing from him like a plague, maybe he could still stand?