Jon Soki-Vizard vs. Urufu-Ziamichi

Jon walked slowly through Downtown Karakura. "Hmm....just a tad too quiet for my taste..." Ignoring the someone or something trying to mask their spiritual pressure, he kept on walking. Man, he thought, this...thing really stinks at hiding it's spiritual pressure.... After a while, he began to get annoyed. "ALRIGHT!" Jon shouted, trying to 'coax' it out of it's hiding place, "COME OUT!" Jon then unsheathed his Zanpaku-to, Ryuho.

Finally. It took way too long for his prey to crack. He had been fluxing his reiatsu for nearly half-an-hour before it noticed. Stupid Vizard's were stupid. As Urufu Tatsumaki leaped off of the ledge of a tall building and dropped in front of the Vizard, his purple eyes flashed in pleasure. Eat him. Eat him. Eat HIM! Vereor's voice screamed in the back of his head. Nodding absent-mindedly, Urufu advanced forward slowly, his white cloak billowing in the wind and darkness behind him. His blood stained claws and teeth were just itching to sink into his soft flesh and mutilate the body.

Damn was he hungry. As his stomach growled and his mouth began watering, he could hear the vizard's heartbeat. He could smell the delicious red nectar flowing through his veins. His eyes and nostrils flaring, his voice cackled into existence as he neared the man. "And may your blood fertilize my fields, growing delicious fruit. May your essence let me live." And than he pounced with incredibly speed. His claws outstretched, he was fucking hungry.

Jumping back, Jon was appaulled. "WHAT THE--?! Who or what the hell are you!?" Jon raised Ryuho, ready to activate his Shikai at anytime...

Snarling, Urufu spun quickly and dropped into a tight crouch. His sharp claws swiftly cut through the air, the wind whistling around them. As his bare feet scraped along the pavement, the scent of blood hit his nose once more. He was so close to getting a decent meal. So distracted was he at the thought of feeding, he wasn't sure if he hit or not. Leaping from the crouch into a ball the height of Jon's head, he shot a powerful leg forward towards his face, ready to level him with one kick.

"GAH!!" As Jon went flying backward, he realized he wasn't getting anywhere with this. He caught himself and readied himself for the next attack. "Fine, you don't feel like talking, suit yourself!" Jon raised his Zanpaku-to. "It's Morphin' Time..."

Jon jumped up above him to block his attack. "You shouldn't evaluate your opponent....UNTIL AFTER THE BATTLE'S WON!" Jon smirked and said, "Emerge from the center of the Earth, Ryuho!" At this, Jon's dagger began to melt and start to form over him, creating armor over his entire body. Jon then tried to grab Urufu's hand and throw him as far as he could.

Jon, sensing there was no safe escape, slammed his fists together. "RYUHO!" He cried, engulfing his entire body in silver-green fire. "LET'S SEEYA GET THROUGH THIS!" But, Jon thought, just in case.... I should probably have a back-up plan.... Jon braced himself for the next possible attack