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Trace was a large, intimidating man. He knew this for a fact, simply from the reactions he received on his way to the Seventh Division. It wasnt like he was wearing a scary mask (just his face, with his dark colored hair pulled back at the nape of his neck, and bright blue eyes shining), or a Hollow costume (far from it, actually; he was wearing a pair of ripped jeans, and a sleeveless jacket that covered almost none of his muscled chest and a large wolf tattoo on his right arm). He supposed, almost idly, that it could have been the reiatsu that literally leaked off of him, creating a dark blue aura, that scared people and made lower leveled Shinigami sometimes pass out. He'd inherited his powerful reiatsu from his father, Tezuka. The big man shrugged; it wasnt like he actually cared that people were afraid of him.

Nope.

Not at all.

Glaring at the ground and pulling out a piece of gum from one of the many pockets in his jacket, Trace tried to figure out where the hell he was going. He walked around a large building --possibly a set of barracks? -- still chewing the gum, until he finally came across two men apparently sparring with each other. Trace stopped a good distance away and watched the two. They seemed extremely familiar with each other, like they had been training for years. Maybe they had. Moving forward at a steady pace, Trace popped his gum a few times, watching the younger man get back into a fighting stance after being pushed back. He looked like he had lots of potential.

Never the one to greet people properly, Trace stopped popping his gum to speak. He promptly ignored the older man, staring instead at the silver haired one. "Oi. Got room for another?" He asked bluntly, crossing his arms over his chest, almost as if he were daring the smaller man to say no.

"Pull the stick from your a**, bro," Trace muttered nonchalantly and uncrossed his arms, moving them instead to his hips and giving Haru a stale look. At the sound of his full name though, Trace cracked a smile. "I'm gonna call you Sun-Spot from now on, 'kay kid?" He chuckled at his own name-pun (on account of Haru meaning sun, depending on how it was written) and took several slow steps forward until he was really inside Haru's personal space bubble. Trace looked at Sun-Spot's outstretched hand and reached his own left one out, not in an attack, but in a warrior's handshake. He gripped Sun-Spot's forearm firmly and shook once, saying simply, "The name's Trace. Fight me with all you've got Sun-Spot."

Still chewing his gum -- and still in his now opponent's space bubble-- Trace moved his right hand forward quickly, aiming a quick jab at the area just under Sun-Spot's rib cage. Going off the same momentum, Trace would then proceed to aim another quick jab to the area right above Sun-Spot's forearm --the one he was still holding-- and finally aiming a last quick hit to the side of his neck. The first two jabs if they hit would be with the tips of his large fingers, but the last would be more like he was cuffing the younger man than anything. The attacks werent meant to harm, necessarily, but to shock and confuse instead. After the attacks were sent out (and whether they hit or not) Trace continued to stand in front of Sun-Spot, leaving his entire body seemingly open for attack.

It was all a very fast attack by Haru, one that Trace was impressed by. Only slightly though, because Sun-Spot then proceeded to get cocky, thinking that a fancy throw would do any serious damage to the much larger man. The redirections of Trace's hand jabs were effective, doing no damage to either man; but the heel to the leg and the yank on his arm caused him to grunt in mild pain. They were going to be sore tomorrow. Nonetheless, Trace moved with the attack, allowing his body to be flung forward and into the air. A spark of fear --his fight or flight system kicking in-- caused him to instinctivly try and stop his fall --even though he was only a few feet in the air (being heavy as s**t did that to a person) and likely to not hurt himself very badly-- but he immediately kicked into Systema mode and forced the fear to be productive instead of detrimental. Trace rolled with the fall, doing an odd sort of front roll, with his right arm tucked securely under him so that he rolled and took most of the impact on his shoulder and hip. He landed several feet away from Sun-Spot on his knees, one hand in front of him on the ground and the other on his thigh, but not anywhere close to the building. "Whaduyaknow, looks like all this muscle came in handy for once." Trace chuckled sarcastically and stood up in a crouch, a wicked smile on his lips. He was covered in dust, and a small scratch on his arm, but otherwise appeared to be fine. The dark blue aura that surrounded him seemed to, for a moment, take the shape of a feral animal similar to the tattoo on Trace's arm, but it was gone a few seconds after appearing.

"Sun-Spot, it seemed like you were actually trying to hurt me there," He called out mockingly. Trace was interested in this fight now, now that he saw what type of stuff Sun-Spot could do. He was good for an unseated member, but Trace was going to do better. Still in his crouched stance, Trace called again, "Come at me bro!" He'd thrown his testing-the-water-attacks, and now it was time to see what Sun-Spot could do.