Prison Release Program

He saw it coming really within her eyes was violence. She held a disdain for him as she muttered words he couldn't hear. Slowly he brought his hands out from within his clothing. Letting the familiar feeling of sleeves hit him. As both blades crashed down on him. They both struck and landed with a solid sound. Though not because they'd not inflicted damage. Small trails of red began forming under them. Cuts had been made. Though not deep or far into the bone as some would imagine. They were cuts she'd put everything she had. Tatsuya sent a small punch to her midsection, holding back his power yet again. To send the female backward if possible. Depending on if that worked he would slowly bring his hand to his zanpakuto. Drawing the blade free as a smile formed. He didn't let reiatsu bleed out of control again. "Impressive, come on..let's have some fun."His grin became more unhinged as he chuckled now. Steadying his sword in front of him with one hand. She would prove an excellent challenger for his muscles.

He'd not fought one with a spirit like hers inside the jail. She had plenty of it to come back at him like this. It was to be expected though. She had that fighting spirit raging in her eyes. Expecting her to back down was a folly of his own making. But wounding him despite not very deeply was impressive. This promised to be an amusing fight. How to draw out this sensation best. Sooner or later she'd get used to it. Feeling her zanpakuto begin to make contact more smoothly. He anticipated a good duel in the end. She'd proven herself worthy now of a fight without worrying about this or that. But he already took his measure once from her. But she'd grown since that moment. She now wounded him despite its deepness not being profound. She still had managed to cut him here. Her rage only made his excitement grow. This meant he could have some real tangible fun. Time to escape his nightmare of remembering it. Not remembering the screams of people as they burned.

Captain Kyoraku was nice enough to give him a chance now. But for this moment he sought the quiet to keep his nightmares at bay. Combat though it drowned them out entirely. Felt like sinking into a wave of blood and pain. All his own so he could enjoy each moment. Warriors needed this sense of a release. She didn't want to talk with words. That was fine by him, talking with words was boring. Steel was so much more honest and truthful when it came time. Her steel spoke of anger and desire to cut him. Which she'd accomplished in spades but he didn't intend to call it. No, he even made sure only to use force to blast her back. Not too wound her terribly. He wanted this fight to keep going on so he could enjoy it.