The Clash of the Angel and the Destroyer
The afternoon sun seemed to sear the skin of the sea of recruits that buried themselves in the blackened clothes. Small clumps of dirt settled beneath her thin-soled shoes as her feet dragged across training grounds. The weight of her Zanpakuto slung around her hips staring at her new opponent. Across the barren training field stood her fellow officer and third seat. Mai expected a day of routine training and paperwork instead she found herself about to spar with an ex blood hound.
The sight of his eccentric blue eyes and the cocky tilt of his head along with his casual stance made her blood boil. Her emerald hues narrowed as if he was still apart of the eleventh division. To her he held no right to be here. A small calloused hand fidgeted with the wrapped hilt. Bright eyes shifted between the brute and her Taichou; hesitating to question her authority. Sensing there was no way out her gaze fell back to blue giant.
Even with the stone cold expression that seems to run through the assassin corps her eyes glittered with determination and confidence. " Are you sure you want to do this? I won't hold back especially against you. "