Squad 9 Captain Eon Kuroshita smirks, stepping out from the dark forest with his hands in his coat pocket, "So...I heard this is a fight to the death if one of us pleases?". He felt the scream of his zanpaktou as he mentioned the possible chance of more than an ounce of blood being spilled. From his presence, the trees within the area began bending away from him. The pressure around the area shattered the ground underneath his feet as the sheathe at his side began to glow red wildly. "Fine fine my dear. You may have his head. Hey, loser. Sorry, but it's gonna end quite soon." He put his hand on the sheathe of the sword and disappeared in a flash, the ground under his feet disappeared as well, as if time warped it from it's present location.
He appeared directly behind his foe, sheathe at his neck, sword still covered. "I didn't want to do this so soon." He then blurred again and appeared in front of his face, the sheathe directly under the man's crotch, his hand on the hilt now. He'd bring the sheathe upward as he flipped himself upside down in the close maneuver, guiding his feet over his challenger's body.. bringing them down in one swift dropkick. "Feed, my dear."
