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Backdated: Yesterday
When; Yesterday afternoon/evening
Rating; PG-13ish?
Characters; Shihouin Yoruichi![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
goddes_of_flash, Zaheela henkonasuisho
Summary; While dealing with an "interference" to her plans, Yoruichi comes up against another one that proves a tad less simple to take care of.
Log;
It was all going according to plan, at least until she'd ended up having to babysit her protege. Well, babysit was perhaps too strong a word. But the outcome would be the same, that of keeping Rukia from interfering with Byakuya.
That in itself wasn't proving to be a problem. She trained the girl daily, she knew all her moves, her strengths, her weaknesses. Rukia was certainly strong in her own right, but there was a significant downside to fighting your own teacher, something that the unseated shinigami was quickly coming to understand, courtesy of Yoruichi's strikes.
Growling slightly to herself -- she was getting tired of this, and she needed to make sure it was dealt with before Byakuya arrived -- Yoruichi aimed a well-timed kick at the other shinigami's midsection, kidou-strengthened hit sending Rukia crashing straight through the wall. That should do the trick.
---~---
The steps flew under Zaheela's feet, as she charged up the steps towards the temple. While she wasn't overly concerned about her own health, the feline 'demon' certainly did care about her friends; namely those currently trapped within the temple. She was aware that it was almost suicidal to come charging in, unannounced, and without warning, but it was also a tactical advantage, causing the enemy to panic at the sudden appearance. Darting between oppressors, she was content with just knocking them down with well placed picks, aiming for the center.
...That was... until a body came crashing through a wall and into herself. Almost automatically, she wrapped her arms around the body and braced herself as both she and the person were hurled backwards into the forest. Tree branches, rocks, and various other bruising objects slammed against them, and they rolled further into the forest. Catching her balance, her hands shifted around the now apparent female body as she used the momentum and her superior flexibility to launch her off the ground and land on her feet heavily. The pain was sharp as Zaheela fell to one knee almost instantly, growling to express the pain.
"Are you alright?" Was the only question she asked, eyes not focused on the person in her arms, but on their surroundings.
---~---
Whether the person in her arms was alright or not was a matter of pure speculation. There was only silence from the young woman, blood seeping from various cuts and scratches, one arm hanging at a rather sickening angle, shards of bone poking through from what had once been a normal shoulder blade.
Stepping forward, Yoruichi peered almost uninterested at the scene. Well, her aim had been a bit off, she supposed. But then, she hadn't really been aiming for anything in particular, mostly just trying to get the younger shinigami dealt with so that she didn't pose a threat to Byakuya. She didn't really think that the girl would be much of a threat, the 6th division's captain was far stronger, but the sheer fact that it would create commotion, draw unwanted attention and other such ilk made it more important to have it dealt with.
Except that Rukia had crashed right into another woman, one who seemed vaguely familiar, though she couldn't determine why. Resting one hand on her hip, she raised an eyebrow. "Well, that wasn't what I expected."
---~---
A ear turned towards Yoruchi, a reprimanding frown on her face. She barely recogniz ed Rukia, not having any particular bond or meeting with her, but she knew from various reports she left in her old apartment that she was a shinigami who she had no hostility against. It was also painfully clear that this woman was the reason Rukia had been turned into a human cannonball, intentional or not.
"Didn't expect her to live, or for me to catch her then?" She questioned, her tone as cold as ice.
The scent of blood, was sickening and familiar at the same time, but at a time like this, it only make her skin crawl. Carefully shifting the weight, Zaheela held the young woman carefully, concerned as any medic would about the wounds. With the whole frenzy over magic, demons, and witches, it was risky to use any sort of magic, but open puncture wounds and shattered bones led towards infection and incorrect mending, which she could of prevented here and now.
It didn't take long for Zaheela to make up her mind. Focusing, one hand began to gather in magical energy, covering her hand in a soft pale blue glow as she moved a hand directly over the protruding bone and 'pressing' downwards, using magic to set, correct and regrow bone. It seeped into Rukia's arm, the effect visible as the bone returned back to normal, though obviously painful for Rukia, though her eyes never left the newcomer. If she attacked....
---~---
"For you to be there, actually."
Attack was the furthest thing from Yoruichi's mind. At least, until the strange woman began to use what could only be magic on the fallen shinigami. Magic meant only one thing to her curse-fogged brain. Witch. One of those tainted individuals she had sworn to the Lord to bring to justice. A fallen soul, in need of cleansing.
And beyond that, this woman -- Zaheela, she vaguely supplied the name in her head -- was interfering. Healing the wounds that she'd just inflicted to ensure that her opponent stayed out of the fray. Sliding one foot steadily across the floor, she smirked slightly, pushing off with a sudden burst of speed, shunpo carrying her forward, stopping just behind the other woman, leg pivoting to swing the other around in a slashing kick.
No, it wouldn't do to let Zaheela interfere. Not when she was so close to her goal. And besides that, Zaheela would make a nice addition to the ranks of those poor souls in need of guidance.
---~---
Yoruchi blurred out of her sight and all she felt was a strong kick to her back as her body was launched forward. The momentum shoved Rukia's body from her grasp and she landed on the ground with a hard thump. Scrambling up, her hands flew to one of the two swords on her belt, a necessary tool for times like this. Drawing it from it's resting place, she jumped backwards. This woman moved like a phantom, which meant that it wasn't going to be easy, at all, magic or no magic. But the woman had also reacted to the sight of magic, which meant a hunter, those eternal pains in her tail. She leapt forward, sword drawn as she tried to land a blow, though she knew that the chances of her hitting were just about zero.
---~---
The sword in Zaheela's hand wasn't like anything she'd seen before, but that wasn't so surprising considering that most all of the swords Yoruichi was used to were Zanpakutou.
Not that it mattered. The mechanics of dealing with a sword were much the same regardless of the sword involved. Avoid the sharp part, and be on the lookout for any sort of special abilities that might be demonstrated. Thankfully for her, she had the upper hand by simple virtue of being too fast to hit easily.
Stepping out of the way with a quick shunpo, sharp golden eyes studied the sword's motions carefully, taking into account angle and depth and strength, logging it away for her own use.
"For your own sake, you'd do well to simply give up, witch."
---~---
"Demon, actually, as deemed by the dimwit." Zaheela replied with a sarcastic bite, as she held the Purplish-black saber in her hands, tightening her grip. "And unfortunately, you're far from able to command me, pest." The words rolled off her tongue with venom, but her eyes darted to the figure just beyond them. Casting anything with a wide enough range to catch even the quickest of foes would be risky (For both rukia, being in the warpath, and her considering the time it took to cast it). She wasn't fast enough to run, or fly, away. That only left distraction tactics. Quickly darting, she ran deeper into the forest, hoping to lure Yoruichi away. Even if she didn't she could always turn back around and attack from behind.
"Catch me if you can, then, for I am not repentant for my use of magic or my appearance." She said, before taking off, her speed surprising.
---~---
Yoruichi couldn't help but smirk as the witch tried to distract her, tried to use speed, her own strength, against her. She felt the press of her foot against the ground before she was off again, hurtling along after her quarry, catching up quickly.
"Impressive. But you really think that you can outrun me?"
She had to give Zaheela credit, she was a good deal faster than any normal human Yoruichi had ever dealt with, in fact her speed was on par with some shinigami. But it still wasn't enough. Pushing an extra burst of speed into her movements, she slid around in front of the fleeing magic-user, dropping into a crouch to pivot on her hands, sending feet flying out towards Zaheela as her opponent approached. Hopefully she would be able to catch Zaheela off-guard enough to land the kicks. If she had her way, then there wouldn't be enough time for Zaheela to dodge it.
---~---
The foot connected, but she only skidded back slightly, satisfied that Yoruichi had indeed chased her. The blow was powerful, knocking the air from her lungs as her body crumpled. A hand flew to her mouth as she coughed, blood seeping from between the fingers. The blow felt like someone had slammed a sludge hammer into her stomach several times. Stumbling to her knees, she struggled to ignore the painful contractions as her muscles protested the very act of breathing.
"Obviously I can't, but can't blame me for trying." She wheezed out, sword suddenly returned to it's sheath. A rather smug smile was clear on her face as she stood up straight, torso glowing blue. "Then again, speed isn't my forte."
---~---
A few back handsprings got her out of immediate range of any physical attacks. But she knew it wouldn't come down to that, force against force. The witch was just that, a witch. And that meant magic, spells. That was probably why the eerie blue glow that began to suffuse the woman's torso managed to cause her nerves to prickle.
Yoruichi tried to remember what she knew of spells, their range and power, but all she was really able to come up with was that spells were varied, as varied as kidou, and their strength and influence varied as much as their power. Her best hope was to try and get out of the range of the spell. But... that was a bit hard when she didn't know what spell it was, or what sort of range it had.
Stifling her wariness behind a smirk, she raised one dark violet eyebrow. "Oh? That doesn't surprised me. But the question is, can you hit me with that? If you can't do any good, then it'll be pointless."
---~---
"We'll have to see, now won't we?" She bluffed, a bead a sweat rolling down her
That was true, she couldn't hit an opponent who could blur in and out of her sight at a moment's notice, but she didn't suffer hell and beyond just to let that small of a problem get in her way. The wind fluttered around her as she concentrated, pressing her hands together. A moment of muttering and she flung her hand forward, lightning arcing towards Yoruichi, who swore and dodged out of the way with another burst of shunpo, frowning as she felt the heat from the blast sear past her. Another mutter and another burst of lightning, this one long and narrow. It arched and barely missed, the ground smoking where lightning melted the earth. A final arch of lightning missed before she was forced to lower her hands, eyebrows pinched.
She exhaled harshly, eyes pinned on Yoruichi. A growl escaped from her lips and her ears laid back against her head, posture uneasy, tail still.
---~---
That lightning would prove to be troublesome. The energy felt a lot like kidou, but at the same time it was subtly different. Which meant that she couldn't count on her kidou knowledge to be of much help when it came down to trying to puzzle out the inner workings of the spell. Darting around crackling bursts of light, she kept her eyes trained on Zaheela, taking care to note the harshness that crept into the girls' breathing, the way her posture shifted.
That attack tires her...
The knowledge would come in handy, when it came down to trying to map out the woman's strengths and weaknesses. Know your enemy, she'd learned that when she was just a girl, growing up in Seireitei with Kisuke, and the old addage held even here. Glaring slightly as the final bolt managed to singe the ends of her hair a bit, she felt lips curl up in a slight smirk as the barrage stopped. Now was her chance, when her quarry seemed tired.
Darting in, she aimed another flurry of strikes at the relatively unprotected woman, only to snarl as every strike seemed to glance off of an invisible barrier that she couldn't see, couldn't touch, but that was there nonetheless.
---~---
The blink spell faded away as Yoruichi attacked, but the smug smile returned to her face as lifted one finger.
"With that, I could consider this to be a Check. Bind" Zaheela stated, heavy breathing and weary look gone in an instant. The ground exploded with ice that crawled over Yoruichi's legs, encasing them and trapping them to the ground, a stray coil here and there wrapping around the arms as well. Quickly darting backwards, her hands went to both blades, drawing the saber as well as what looked like a rapier, the silver blade pale to such a degree, it almost could be called white.
The spell would only last so long Zaheela knew, the struggling of the captive creating friction, thus heat. A binding spell, though quick in exectuion, wasn't a solid enough ice spell to freeze a limb through. Jabbing the other sword into the ground, she moved back once more, sword begining to crackle. Flames flickered to light, but they died as quickly as they appeared. A minute passed before wisps of fire died down, the sword seemingly untouched. But Zaheela knew better, and she bet her opponent had an inkling. Why would she carry a silver sword, when it nulified her magic? Truth be told, silver didn't nullify, it absorbed.
Her footsteps where confident as she calmly walked forward, free hand grasping the blade she had abandoned momentarily.
"And this would be checkmate." With that, she darted forward to strike Yoruichi down with two well placed slices across the chest.
---~---
Her eyes widened in shock as the ice raced over her form, it's coils tightening down and imobilizing her as effectively as a binding kidou. Except in this case, there was no kidou for her to break. She leveled her gaze on the flaming shape of the sword, trying unsuccessfully to back out of the way of it's strike.
It was no use, however, and Yoruichi found herself biting back the hiss of pain as the molten blade dripped fire across her skin, searing and charring it's way through fabric and into flesh. That would no doubt leave a mark, one likely even more noticable than the bleeding rent the other sword left in her skin.
She would have doubled over, were it not for the ice holding her in place. Instead, she could only glare daggers at Zaheela through eyes clenched in pain.
---~---
Zaheela sighed before sheathing both blades and holding a hand towards Yoruichi's face, gentle darkness gathering before it.
"Sleep for now." She uttered, as her eyes remained calm before forcing the woman into unconsciousness. When she was sure the woman would be out for at least the rest of the night, she sighed. Hands glowing white, Zaheela began the tedious task of melting the ice. She may of just beaten the other woman to a pulp, but she wasn't heartless. At the very least, before she handed her off, she'd ensure she'd be alive. As well as backtrack to retrieve Rukia, shove them at whoever stepped up, and leave. She had enough excitement, damn it. Next time she wanted a game, she supposed, she'd stick to the chessboard.
Rating; PG-13ish?
Characters; Shihouin Yoruichi
goddes_of_flash, Zaheela henkonasuishoSummary; While dealing with an "interference" to her plans, Yoruichi comes up against another one that proves a tad less simple to take care of.
Log;
It was all going according to plan, at least until she'd ended up having to babysit her protege. Well, babysit was perhaps too strong a word. But the outcome would be the same, that of keeping Rukia from interfering with Byakuya.
That in itself wasn't proving to be a problem. She trained the girl daily, she knew all her moves, her strengths, her weaknesses. Rukia was certainly strong in her own right, but there was a significant downside to fighting your own teacher, something that the unseated shinigami was quickly coming to understand, courtesy of Yoruichi's strikes.
Growling slightly to herself -- she was getting tired of this, and she needed to make sure it was dealt with before Byakuya arrived -- Yoruichi aimed a well-timed kick at the other shinigami's midsection, kidou-strengthened hit sending Rukia crashing straight through the wall. That should do the trick.
---~---
The steps flew under Zaheela's feet, as she charged up the steps towards the temple. While she wasn't overly concerned about her own health, the feline 'demon' certainly did care about her friends; namely those currently trapped within the temple. She was aware that it was almost suicidal to come charging in, unannounced, and without warning, but it was also a tactical advantage, causing the enemy to panic at the sudden appearance. Darting between oppressors, she was content with just knocking them down with well placed picks, aiming for the center.
...That was... until a body came crashing through a wall and into herself. Almost automatically, she wrapped her arms around the body and braced herself as both she and the person were hurled backwards into the forest. Tree branches, rocks, and various other bruising objects slammed against them, and they rolled further into the forest. Catching her balance, her hands shifted around the now apparent female body as she used the momentum and her superior flexibility to launch her off the ground and land on her feet heavily. The pain was sharp as Zaheela fell to one knee almost instantly, growling to express the pain.
"Are you alright?" Was the only question she asked, eyes not focused on the person in her arms, but on their surroundings.
---~---
Whether the person in her arms was alright or not was a matter of pure speculation. There was only silence from the young woman, blood seeping from various cuts and scratches, one arm hanging at a rather sickening angle, shards of bone poking through from what had once been a normal shoulder blade.
Stepping forward, Yoruichi peered almost uninterested at the scene. Well, her aim had been a bit off, she supposed. But then, she hadn't really been aiming for anything in particular, mostly just trying to get the younger shinigami dealt with so that she didn't pose a threat to Byakuya. She didn't really think that the girl would be much of a threat, the 6th division's captain was far stronger, but the sheer fact that it would create commotion, draw unwanted attention and other such ilk made it more important to have it dealt with.
Except that Rukia had crashed right into another woman, one who seemed vaguely familiar, though she couldn't determine why. Resting one hand on her hip, she raised an eyebrow. "Well, that wasn't what I expected."
---~---
A ear turned towards Yoruchi, a reprimanding frown on her face. She barely recogniz ed Rukia, not having any particular bond or meeting with her, but she knew from various reports she left in her old apartment that she was a shinigami who she had no hostility against. It was also painfully clear that this woman was the reason Rukia had been turned into a human cannonball, intentional or not.
"Didn't expect her to live, or for me to catch her then?" She questioned, her tone as cold as ice.
The scent of blood, was sickening and familiar at the same time, but at a time like this, it only make her skin crawl. Carefully shifting the weight, Zaheela held the young woman carefully, concerned as any medic would about the wounds. With the whole frenzy over magic, demons, and witches, it was risky to use any sort of magic, but open puncture wounds and shattered bones led towards infection and incorrect mending, which she could of prevented here and now.
It didn't take long for Zaheela to make up her mind. Focusing, one hand began to gather in magical energy, covering her hand in a soft pale blue glow as she moved a hand directly over the protruding bone and 'pressing' downwards, using magic to set, correct and regrow bone. It seeped into Rukia's arm, the effect visible as the bone returned back to normal, though obviously painful for Rukia, though her eyes never left the newcomer. If she attacked....
---~---
"For you to be there, actually."
Attack was the furthest thing from Yoruichi's mind. At least, until the strange woman began to use what could only be magic on the fallen shinigami. Magic meant only one thing to her curse-fogged brain. Witch. One of those tainted individuals she had sworn to the Lord to bring to justice. A fallen soul, in need of cleansing.
And beyond that, this woman -- Zaheela, she vaguely supplied the name in her head -- was interfering. Healing the wounds that she'd just inflicted to ensure that her opponent stayed out of the fray. Sliding one foot steadily across the floor, she smirked slightly, pushing off with a sudden burst of speed, shunpo carrying her forward, stopping just behind the other woman, leg pivoting to swing the other around in a slashing kick.
No, it wouldn't do to let Zaheela interfere. Not when she was so close to her goal. And besides that, Zaheela would make a nice addition to the ranks of those poor souls in need of guidance.
---~---
Yoruchi blurred out of her sight and all she felt was a strong kick to her back as her body was launched forward. The momentum shoved Rukia's body from her grasp and she landed on the ground with a hard thump. Scrambling up, her hands flew to one of the two swords on her belt, a necessary tool for times like this. Drawing it from it's resting place, she jumped backwards. This woman moved like a phantom, which meant that it wasn't going to be easy, at all, magic or no magic. But the woman had also reacted to the sight of magic, which meant a hunter, those eternal pains in her tail. She leapt forward, sword drawn as she tried to land a blow, though she knew that the chances of her hitting were just about zero.
---~---
The sword in Zaheela's hand wasn't like anything she'd seen before, but that wasn't so surprising considering that most all of the swords Yoruichi was used to were Zanpakutou.
Not that it mattered. The mechanics of dealing with a sword were much the same regardless of the sword involved. Avoid the sharp part, and be on the lookout for any sort of special abilities that might be demonstrated. Thankfully for her, she had the upper hand by simple virtue of being too fast to hit easily.
Stepping out of the way with a quick shunpo, sharp golden eyes studied the sword's motions carefully, taking into account angle and depth and strength, logging it away for her own use.
"For your own sake, you'd do well to simply give up, witch."
---~---
"Demon, actually, as deemed by the dimwit." Zaheela replied with a sarcastic bite, as she held the Purplish-black saber in her hands, tightening her grip. "And unfortunately, you're far from able to command me, pest." The words rolled off her tongue with venom, but her eyes darted to the figure just beyond them. Casting anything with a wide enough range to catch even the quickest of foes would be risky (For both rukia, being in the warpath, and her considering the time it took to cast it). She wasn't fast enough to run, or fly, away. That only left distraction tactics. Quickly darting, she ran deeper into the forest, hoping to lure Yoruichi away. Even if she didn't she could always turn back around and attack from behind.
"Catch me if you can, then, for I am not repentant for my use of magic or my appearance." She said, before taking off, her speed surprising.
---~---
Yoruichi couldn't help but smirk as the witch tried to distract her, tried to use speed, her own strength, against her. She felt the press of her foot against the ground before she was off again, hurtling along after her quarry, catching up quickly.
"Impressive. But you really think that you can outrun me?"
She had to give Zaheela credit, she was a good deal faster than any normal human Yoruichi had ever dealt with, in fact her speed was on par with some shinigami. But it still wasn't enough. Pushing an extra burst of speed into her movements, she slid around in front of the fleeing magic-user, dropping into a crouch to pivot on her hands, sending feet flying out towards Zaheela as her opponent approached. Hopefully she would be able to catch Zaheela off-guard enough to land the kicks. If she had her way, then there wouldn't be enough time for Zaheela to dodge it.
---~---
The foot connected, but she only skidded back slightly, satisfied that Yoruichi had indeed chased her. The blow was powerful, knocking the air from her lungs as her body crumpled. A hand flew to her mouth as she coughed, blood seeping from between the fingers. The blow felt like someone had slammed a sludge hammer into her stomach several times. Stumbling to her knees, she struggled to ignore the painful contractions as her muscles protested the very act of breathing.
"Obviously I can't, but can't blame me for trying." She wheezed out, sword suddenly returned to it's sheath. A rather smug smile was clear on her face as she stood up straight, torso glowing blue. "Then again, speed isn't my forte."
---~---
A few back handsprings got her out of immediate range of any physical attacks. But she knew it wouldn't come down to that, force against force. The witch was just that, a witch. And that meant magic, spells. That was probably why the eerie blue glow that began to suffuse the woman's torso managed to cause her nerves to prickle.
Yoruichi tried to remember what she knew of spells, their range and power, but all she was really able to come up with was that spells were varied, as varied as kidou, and their strength and influence varied as much as their power. Her best hope was to try and get out of the range of the spell. But... that was a bit hard when she didn't know what spell it was, or what sort of range it had.
Stifling her wariness behind a smirk, she raised one dark violet eyebrow. "Oh? That doesn't surprised me. But the question is, can you hit me with that? If you can't do any good, then it'll be pointless."
---~---
"We'll have to see, now won't we?" She bluffed, a bead a sweat rolling down her
That was true, she couldn't hit an opponent who could blur in and out of her sight at a moment's notice, but she didn't suffer hell and beyond just to let that small of a problem get in her way. The wind fluttered around her as she concentrated, pressing her hands together. A moment of muttering and she flung her hand forward, lightning arcing towards Yoruichi, who swore and dodged out of the way with another burst of shunpo, frowning as she felt the heat from the blast sear past her. Another mutter and another burst of lightning, this one long and narrow. It arched and barely missed, the ground smoking where lightning melted the earth. A final arch of lightning missed before she was forced to lower her hands, eyebrows pinched.
She exhaled harshly, eyes pinned on Yoruichi. A growl escaped from her lips and her ears laid back against her head, posture uneasy, tail still.
---~---
That lightning would prove to be troublesome. The energy felt a lot like kidou, but at the same time it was subtly different. Which meant that she couldn't count on her kidou knowledge to be of much help when it came down to trying to puzzle out the inner workings of the spell. Darting around crackling bursts of light, she kept her eyes trained on Zaheela, taking care to note the harshness that crept into the girls' breathing, the way her posture shifted.
That attack tires her...
The knowledge would come in handy, when it came down to trying to map out the woman's strengths and weaknesses. Know your enemy, she'd learned that when she was just a girl, growing up in Seireitei with Kisuke, and the old addage held even here. Glaring slightly as the final bolt managed to singe the ends of her hair a bit, she felt lips curl up in a slight smirk as the barrage stopped. Now was her chance, when her quarry seemed tired.
Darting in, she aimed another flurry of strikes at the relatively unprotected woman, only to snarl as every strike seemed to glance off of an invisible barrier that she couldn't see, couldn't touch, but that was there nonetheless.
---~---
The blink spell faded away as Yoruichi attacked, but the smug smile returned to her face as lifted one finger.
"With that, I could consider this to be a Check. Bind" Zaheela stated, heavy breathing and weary look gone in an instant. The ground exploded with ice that crawled over Yoruichi's legs, encasing them and trapping them to the ground, a stray coil here and there wrapping around the arms as well. Quickly darting backwards, her hands went to both blades, drawing the saber as well as what looked like a rapier, the silver blade pale to such a degree, it almost could be called white.
The spell would only last so long Zaheela knew, the struggling of the captive creating friction, thus heat. A binding spell, though quick in exectuion, wasn't a solid enough ice spell to freeze a limb through. Jabbing the other sword into the ground, she moved back once more, sword begining to crackle. Flames flickered to light, but they died as quickly as they appeared. A minute passed before wisps of fire died down, the sword seemingly untouched. But Zaheela knew better, and she bet her opponent had an inkling. Why would she carry a silver sword, when it nulified her magic? Truth be told, silver didn't nullify, it absorbed.
Her footsteps where confident as she calmly walked forward, free hand grasping the blade she had abandoned momentarily.
"And this would be checkmate." With that, she darted forward to strike Yoruichi down with two well placed slices across the chest.
---~---
Her eyes widened in shock as the ice raced over her form, it's coils tightening down and imobilizing her as effectively as a binding kidou. Except in this case, there was no kidou for her to break. She leveled her gaze on the flaming shape of the sword, trying unsuccessfully to back out of the way of it's strike.
It was no use, however, and Yoruichi found herself biting back the hiss of pain as the molten blade dripped fire across her skin, searing and charring it's way through fabric and into flesh. That would no doubt leave a mark, one likely even more noticable than the bleeding rent the other sword left in her skin.
She would have doubled over, were it not for the ice holding her in place. Instead, she could only glare daggers at Zaheela through eyes clenched in pain.
---~---
Zaheela sighed before sheathing both blades and holding a hand towards Yoruichi's face, gentle darkness gathering before it.
"Sleep for now." She uttered, as her eyes remained calm before forcing the woman into unconsciousness. When she was sure the woman would be out for at least the rest of the night, she sighed. Hands glowing white, Zaheela began the tedious task of melting the ice. She may of just beaten the other woman to a pulp, but she wasn't heartless. At the very least, before she handed her off, she'd ensure she'd be alive. As well as backtrack to retrieve Rukia, shove them at whoever stepped up, and leave. She had enough excitement, damn it. Next time she wanted a game, she supposed, she'd stick to the chessboard.