tampered | Log; Ongoing

When; June 16th, Nighttime
Rating; Pg-13 for violence
Characters; Ishida Uryuu [

henkonasuisho]
Summary; A harmless little spar between two friends. What harm could come out of that?
Log;

The monitor clicked shut as the hour drew near and she turned the laptop off before slipping it into the cloth carrier she had purchased recently and tied it to a branch. Zaheela had snuck out, but it would most likely would have been disregarded and forgotten. She also didn't care. She couldn't bring herself to care, but she did feel the need to get out of the room. It had been stuffy and made her feel a bit claustrophobic. When Ishida, somewhat boneheadedly she mentally added, ~~at the very least the man could of put it as a private note~~ sent word of his acceptance to a small spar, she accepted without hesitation.

Zaheela didn't underestimate his skills, having seen them first hand, and she didn't leave the chance that he knew the techniques described in the report she had been asked to deliver factored into her theories of his fighting abilities. However, she noted, how green he was to the rules of battle. Too much emotion, too little caution, and Zaheela supposed he would underestimate her, as most did.

Was it the boobs? Biting back a groan, she watched the clearing where they had agreed to meet, and the moment he appeared, walking past her tree, she dove down, out of her perch in shadowed canopy of the tree. Flicking a small rock past his head, she drew twin blades from their sheaths with a click, swinging as soon as she got close enough. It would be the only warning he'd get of her her sneak attack from the air.

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He would not take his laptop with him; Ishida closed the machine and left it on his desk. As the clock ticked, thudding against his skull, he made sure that he was prepared. As the intention was to be absolutely serious, Ishida wore his Quincy uniform, the white stark and pressed, and he let his hands trail along his waist, confirming the weight of the Seele Schneiders, dipping fingers into small pockets where ginto waited. And, of course, the ever-familiar presence of his pendant.

He walked into the designated area as the last minute ticked into the end of the hour, his reiatsu exposed, senses alert. From her lecture, he suspected that she underestimated him--expected rage to blind him in this fight, when Ishida knew he could calmly distinguish one from the other. He couldn't have promised to face that man with a cool head, ever, but against Zaheela-san, even if anger and vengeance spurred him toward training and improvement, he knew better.

Not was he fool enough to underestimate her. Aim to kill she had written, and so he would, and so he expected. His fingers flexed, eyelids jerking minimally as the pebble flew, grazing his ear. Ishida didn't blink; he sprang into movement, reishi gathered beneath his feet, the hirenkyaku carrying him to a low branch to the left.

He twisted as he dodged, spirit energy erupting around his hand as the bow surged out from and around the pendant, pulling the energy in the air around him into an arrow that he fired in the direction of that click.

The quick movement surprised even her, having only read about it, but was quick to react the moment he disappeared, flipping head over heels as soon as she landed, the arrow exploding where she was barely a moment before. Rolling on the ground once, she pushed off the ground, landing on all fours like the beast she resembled, before quickly regaining her balance.

While her hair may of made her stand out, his outfit was rather glaringly obvious in the darkness and she let a small noise escape the back of her throat. The notes had mentioned the preference of the color white, and it was obvious now that she thought about it. Getting close would be hard, since he seemed to enjoy to stay out of range. First things first... Hand darted into a pouch attached to her thigh and drew out four strangely shaped pins, darting to the side before he could get a firm shot at her and sent the three flying towards him.

His eyes had adjusted to the dark during the trek, but her outfit was far more conducive to making use of the shadows. It wasn't easy to see her, to keep his eyes on her and predict her move; fairly obvious that, even as he let loose another shot, she would be moving, and without waiting, he moved as well.

Not the Hirenkyaku, now, a simple jump that landed him on the ground running, his arm lifting to use the bow as an easy, make-shift shield against the pins, focusing on movement and defense rather than analyzing what they could be. He would no doubt find out soon enough; it was unlikely that they were simply pins.

The boy was right. If they could be compared to anything, they were like his Ginto, which were stored Reiatsu. Hers, however, were different. More refined, weaker in power, and with it's varied output, far more useful in tactical planning. She had prepared herself for a ranged battle, but it was clear she was at a disadvantage in the clearing. Her best bet was in the treetops, where she could hide, but he could expect that move. The pins flew true and she focused on the three, triggering the stored energy to react to his 'shield'.

“Raiton: NI!” She announced, fingers glowing briefly before the three exploded into orbs of ball lighting, arching to strike whatever they had hit. She took the moment they exploded to dart forward and closer the distance, clipping the small hand held chakram, no more then a foot wide, from her back and throwing it at him.

Very much like his Ginto. The bow could be used as a shield, but Cirucci had been right to, at the time, criticize the method; it wouldn't hold up forever. It wasn't practical to rely on it likewise. Ishida managed to avoid most of the impact of the lightning, whether by virture of bow or step, but the brightness of it exploding into the night blinded him temporarily, squinting, and it left himself pathetically open to the chakram.

Even with the reishi beneath his feet, it nicked; cutting over his cheekbone, drawing his breath into a hiss. Careless, he thought, even as he let loose another shot at her, and after a few more spirit-energy quickened steps, another.

The first of the shots was expected, energy hissed as it singed hair and strans fluttered to the ground. The second was not and she bit down a scream as it hit her in the side, no went through it, letting a shallow hiss escape before she lifted her hand to catch the returning weapon, grimancing at the pain the movement created. She stood in place, somewhat glad that such a wound did not leave gaping holes to bleed from(though burned ones did not feel any less painful), before taking out a small yellow fan and snapped it open. A flick of the twist and the clearing was filled with gale winds and dust. Her ears twitched, listening for the rustle of cloth, before she took out a black packet, scattering it into the air and cloaking herself from alert eyes.

It hit and Ishida hesitated.

Aim to kill, she had said, and Ishida had resolved himself to it, but knowing that he had hurt her shook his concentration. It was hesitation, it was underestimation, only two seconds but long enough for her to be gone, the winds kicking and his arm up and over his head, shielding it.

He could have cursed, but Ishida instead chose questionable strategy. In a swift motion he had retrieved one Ginto from his pack and tossed it into her direction, or an estimated one. Ishida wouldn't count on the light from the blast being capable of dispelling her magicked dark, but, perhaps it might hit, if the blast was large enough--

"Tilt the goblet to the west, Volcore!" Ishida recited, the hirenkyaku speeding his dash from where the energy had exploded, massive but not necessarily lethal.

She had been moving constantly, even as he flickered in an out of sight once again. She watched as his hand darted into his pack and pulled out a silver container briefly mentioned in the notes. Eyes trailed after the container and watched as he recited something much like a trigger word. The explosion, however, ripped away some of the shadows surrounding her, shattering the fragile bonds of the invisibility magic. By then she was still in motion and she landed behind him, swinging a blade to sink into his back, but if she was right...

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