Aim for the throat
Nnoitra was sitting silently in a noisy room appearing as if he was lounging but it was one of many spots he sat at when he was planning something. His black kimono lazily put on him, not like any of the other rift raft in the squad really cared. Nnoitra’s hair was tied back mostly to keep from annoying him and he wouldn’t have to hear the complains of the 5th seat that his hair was putting him off his mood. The shinigami tilted his head barely as he heard the tale tale footsteps of his captain, moving silently into position as the guys in the room with him still practicing with wooden swords in the background.
Suddenly, Nnoitra slashed out his sword at the incoming captain with a crazy sneer on his face. "Keep on your toes, Captain."