Shinigami
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It would seem that Shirogane Kuchiki had finally caught on. Maho Kojima was not an ordinary Shinigami, let alone an ordinary captain. The Nature of His Zanpakuto had been revealed, indicating a unique struggle that would require a unique approach. As Shirogane Shunpo'd off, he would allow the distance, welcoming it even, as he smirked to himself. His right leg, extended outward, quickly came back down to solid ground as his arm retracted instantly back into its original shape. The auxiliary hand stopped its advance having missed its mark, returning to its master's side.
"looks like he's gone and gotten distance again...wise choice He thought.
The two were now ten yards apart or thirty feet. In one fluid motion, Maho gripped the left shoulder of his captain's jacket, immediately tossing it off to the side, revealing a well-toned torso. His muscles were refined, clearly reflecting the body that was crafted purely for hand to hand combatant. The tattoo of the dragon at his back was currently out of view, however, the will of the dragon itself seeped from him along with his reiatsu, which gave the image of a monstrous face preparing to engulf anything that came into range. This sense of will filled the very air around them, as well as the mind of Shirogane. For one with such a pure heart, this feeling felt far too ominous, bringing with it a sense of impending doom. He had little intention of holding back, but he did want to see everything the young testee had to offer.
He slowly exhaled, planting his feet firmly into the fractured ground beneath his feet. His legs were spaced roughly three feet apart, giving Captain Maho a wide stance. He would lead with his left arm now, his fingers casually protruding into the air as his palm facing the sky. His right arm quickly became caste in the same black metallic-like substance, a product of his Zanpakuto, giving both his arms the ability to combat weaponry. From both these arms, several more black hands replicated, until there were roughly seven in total, not including his own two arms. They floated near one another, some rather small, only the size of average human hands,
while others were much larger, outclassing anything of the average human or shinigami variety. The largest of them took a position at his left and right, farthest away in order to maintain a perimeter. Their free form nature meant that they could form and mold rapidly without warning, each one possessing immense physical strength whilst still maintaining their metal like consistency. What was more pressing is that each hand could passively absorb Reiatsu upon contact, making them that much more dangerous. Each pair positioned themselves sporadically about Maho's position, leaving little room in between where they were stationed. The Dragon had prepared his fangs, in the same timeframe that Shirogane would utter his Release phrase. Maho could have attempted to intercept him, however, he chose not too, giving him an opportunity.
"Transpose Jibun no Hansha."
It was here that the dragon waited, watching ever so closely at any action made by his opponent. His eyes couldn't be seen from behind his locs, but they were alive, jade orbs piercing the veil to see everything occurring on the field of battle. Not a single detail was missed nor overlooked. With each weapon creating a perimeter around his body giving him five feet of free space. This time, Maho said nothing, however in the depths of his mind, he called out, hoping to see everything the mirror boy had to offer. "Ikuso! Shirogane!" He wanted him to succeed, technically they were allies after-all. However, he was not about to make it easy for him. When the strange version of Shirogane appeared in a flicker to his right he was met with a swift backhand from one of the larger creations of Full Metal. If he had been unable to defend against the backhand, it would have smacked him six or seven feet backward and onto his back. Once on his back, the hand would have come down like a hammer crushing him into the ground seamlessly. He tracked this with his own senses, without missing a single detail. He was fully prepared to spring himself into action in order to attack or defend, but being he had no information on the opponents Shikai he couldn't act unnecessarily. With his other hands in position, he had little to fear as he could cover any and all bases. His senses were about him, tracking any spiritual energy in the area. Something wasn't right about the current attacker, He would have to figure it out in the next few moves.