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Long before Maho could finish his sentence, the brutish woman descended upon him like a rhino defending its territory. The Dragon's eyes first widened at such a realization, his body initially tensing up like a deer in headlights. For a moment, he was truly shocked, Her gargantuan form like a building toppling over. A large shadow cast over him, causing him to freeze in what appeared to be horror. And then, a switch was pulled deep within his soul. It was as he had thought, the LT of the 4th division. The aged spirit he had come to respect and enjoy in silence, was utterly
insane. He had always felt he knew this before, but he had truly come to understand this now. The depths of her lunacy. It was tragic, all Maho wanted was a gentle rub down from a cute nurse and instead, he got the claws of a ruthless predator.
Then...
The air around him became heavy. Dense with intent and focus. Omoni would quickly recognize this as the presence of a captain. This was no byproduct of a release of spiritual energy. This was pure and utter focus. His eyes scrutinized her form. Muscles and the flow of her very soul were observed. He could see it all, clearly. The eye of the protector of the Gotei thirteen had no rival, no true equal, save for the likes of the captain commander. Her form was rough and chaotic.
Brazen and full of openings, however, this was the game she chose.
The first two blows came with a unique swiftness. Still, he could see it. unsure if it was a punch or a claw, first left...then right...then left again. He kept his own arms within her guard. His left-hand sways the first strike away. Her second comes without any space in between. His feet shuffle in response, backing away ever so slightly in order to maintain balance. With his other hand a second parry. Already he has deduced a pattern, the speed, and consistency in her movements nothing less than tenacious, but easily read for the experienced captain.
She's fast
The third strike comes again, this time with her left hand. And much like the second, it does so with no conceivable end. Using the back of his left wrist, he knocks her hand away, with more than enough strength to rebound the woman's large ligament into the air. She could easily recover from this, but he is fast enough himself to counter at this time. With his free hand, he grasps the collar to his captain's jacket and thrusts it off instantaneously, the white cloth drapes over, obscuring his form from view. His right leg, leading, shifts backward in a half-circle, His arm thrust as if he is going to offer up a punch of his own, and then nothing. His image is gone, hidden behind the veil of his captain's haori. For that moment it is as though time stands still, the very room houses no one but those two. Even if the rhino herself continues to charge, he claws meet nothing but air, yet if she is not diligent, a heaviness is felt in her abdomen, with the force alone the wind is seemingly knocked out of her as she is carried across the room.
In the time frame of well under a second, his left leg thrust outward into a rather remarkable sidekick. like a spear, it jams into her abdominal. He holds back only slightly, offering up enough of his raw strength for her to recognize. His body leans backward to keep himself out of her frame of reference, though always prepared to shift himself in order to stay out of harm's way. Given that she had every intention of taking whatever came her way, such a blow would be hard to avoid and in fact, he was sure she had no intention of avoiding it. Beasts like her and Jinnosokue put their bodies on the line when they hadn't any reason too. Maho was sure, that this time would be no different. Should Maho's strike have found success, it would have caused the woman to skid across the floor, inevitably bumping into the wall parallel to the door they had entered in. He fully expected her to remain on her feet, yet at the very least, he'd given himself some space. His jacket would have met with the floor, messily landing between them. His leg remained, held in place with rigid form. As he brought it to the left, he never once lowered its elevation. He could feel the tightness of his internal muscles, not as bad as they had been months ago, but enough for him to notice. He kept his movements slow, his eyes remained obscured behind his brown locs hiding behind them, the jade orbs of the dragon. His left leg then circled behind him, allowing his right leg to plant firmly onto the floor as the lead. His right arm, bare with the appearance of his rich melanated flesh would lead now, held outward with the impudence of a blade while his left, encased in mysterious and triumphant black substance took a backseat just a foot or so behind. For now, he would refuse to use his left for anything but defense.
Those were her rules anyway...
And then the soul society shook. He had hardly the time to process Jinnosuke running in the opposite direction, his mind quickly came to accept his current fate. He would take note, his senses now heightened due to the rush of energy and adrenaline filling his being. The spiritual pressure was familiar and in distress.
So this is why Jinnosuke took off... He wondered how Omoni would take to this. He figured she would not leave her duties unfulfilled to go and meddle in the happenings of another division. Her thirst for battle probably took precedent. She had no reason to leave. He was a patient, and she, his caretaker. His right arm rotated so that his palm faced the ceiling. His index and middle finger were half extended, and bent backward twice, becking her.
"KOI! OMONI!" He called out with confidence. The Rhino had charged headfirst into the den of the Dragon.
What she would find, was nothing more than the king of beasts himself. All but prepared to take her charge head-on. She would need more than such a direct approach. That first shot was a warning. A test. A response. Now, his fangs were bared and his claws extended. Maho Kojima,
Captain of the 9th division, would face the Oni Princess.
