Seaside Fight Night: Ojo vs Ehefra

Ojo wouldn't miss an opportunity like this. Not only would she be able to experience the multitude of ways her Shinigami peers battle, but she'd also witness Quincy up close and personal. There's no telling what amazing abilities they'd be able to dish out with their capabilities. Of course, she's not as daft to forget the seriousness of current tensions between the two organizations. As hospitable of an event this may be, they are both unavoidably opposing forces in this world, and one day they may cross paths. If anything, this should also be seen as a time to learn just how she may combat a Quincy if the time ever comes. Though, such harrowing thinking isn't her style exactly, so it was for her benefit that such thoughts are put to the wayside for now. It's finally time for her to step on stage like so many before her and show what exactly a Shinigami can do.

Her opponent, however, looked unassuming. Ojo knows not to judge a book by its cover, but she's already imagining the multitude of ways this particular individual may fight. What's her name again? Ehefra? No doubt the other woman is making assumptions as well, gauging Ojo based on her stature and outward appearance. The Sueki is used to the discrimination. And, for that reason, Ojo only offered the slightest of grins, responding to Ehefra's bow with a bow of her own. Deeming it wholly fair to not greet her opponent before the fight, Ojo did not agree to the mutual handshake and took her position from her side of the arena, following Ehefra's example of preparing herself.

Hand on the large handle of her Zanpakuto, she used her other hand to hold onto its sheath. Would she have to face a ranged opponent? Physical? Maybe even trickery? It's never smart to make the first move without true confidence, but Ojo couldn't help but feel an urge to drive out everything possible from the Quincy. Her face scrunched with concentration; options were weighed in a matter of milliseconds, and an answer was found just as expediently, Ojo's body sprinting forward as soon as they were given the greenlight to begin their bout.

The first attack of the fight, a simple Iaijutsu technique. Ojo's frame moved quickly across the platform, stopping a mere two feet from Ehefra. Then, came her Zanpakuto, leaving its sheath, its trajectory aimed right for Ehefra's neck. The first thing one would notice is how unnaturally long the hilt of Ojo's Zanpakuto proved, meaning its length and area of effect boasted larger than the norm. The second thing one would notice is the sword's bluntness. It would not cut Ehefra, but it would leave her feeling disheveled, as if a bat had hit her upside the head. Maybe that is why Ojo could make such a normally decisive move without fear of killing her opponent.

Five? Six? Such crass brazen assumptions! The only response worthy enough: a single nod of her head with the slightest smile as she relaxed her stance. For only mere seconds, Ojo rested the tip of her Zanpakuto on the arena's floor, possibilities of what's to come filtering through her mind, but she cannot see the future or understand the unknown. Whatever her opponent has planned, Ojo must simply be better.

With that in mind, she sheathed her Zanpakuto as Ehefra grew armored claws around her arm. Keen eyes noticed the time between the gathering of Reishi and the necessary flow of it before the claws formed. Those tubes also would prove something to keep note of. However, strenuous thinking without action got one nowhere. Her hand replaced its spot on the handle of her trusted weapon, her entire being radiating with sudden determination. With eyes focused on one thing, she moved as before, her small form soaring across the battlefield, one step after another.

Her attack was different from before. This will be her first of six moves: Moonlight Butterfly - Fluttering Nectar. She wretched her Zanpakuto free, pulling its blunt edge upwards at Ehefra. It mattered not if it hit or not, for her next move was to bring her Zanpakuto down immediately at the end of her swing, abusing the momentum of her arm to make the next bash stronger than the next. Then, again, she brought her arm across her opponent's chest, returning the swing after it ended. She flowed like honey down a cracked tree, as her attacks proved a flurry of swings, explosive and encompassing, leaving little room for one to counter.

A cloud? It came from that flask that was thrown her way. Ojo had deciphered it to be nothing more than a mere distraction and proceeded with little care for what it'd do to her. Besides, she would have learned nothing from simply dodging. She simply did not expect its application beyond something destructive. The heavy weight of her limbs proved irritable, a direct countermeasure to her combat style. It was simply folly to not then expect her opponent to rush her.

Her wrist seized, Ojo's expression remained stoic. Adapt. Her eyes shined as she made no attempts to get away, moving her free hand to receive Ehefra's claws, her palm striking downward against the claws that threatened her. Then she shot up, her head aimed right for her opponent's chin. If not her skull landing into Ehefra's jaw, the Quincy should still be wary of the horns that protruded from the Shinigami's head.

Pain is a fundamental fact, a matter of time when it comes to fighting. Ojo was fully prepared to leave this arena in a body bag if she must. Winning or losing, the experience alone is enough. Even as her face collided with Ehafra's knee, the Shinigami did not stir far from her calm demeanor. If anything, the pain made her next move practically impossible to simply escape from. Size meant nothing to Ojo for her clan knew only strength, and that strength exploded as she wrapped her one arm around Ehefra's leg, holding that appendage close to her face.

Blood leaked from her nostrils, dripping onto the floor, but Ehefra would find herself on the ground, landing right on top of her dropped ginto tubes. It was a simple maneuver to step forward, letting her leg go behind Ehefra's only means of keeping herself up right, sweeping the woman off her feet. Ojo couldn't stop there. They'd fall, if nothing in this world stopped them, and her hand arm would rise, fist ready. The next few attacks were nothing but hard punches to the Quincy's ribs, over and over, because if one wishes to brawl, brawl one must.

Armor? Ojo felt like she had felt this sensation before. Was it through the swinging of her sword. Her knowledge of Quincy is faulty, but she is sure this energy cracking against her fists, bruising her knuckles, is more than just the simple armor Ehefra dressed her arm in. However, her punches still landed accordingly and left her opponent winded as they were meant to. That did not account for Ojo's second folly.

Ojo had hoped Ehefra incapable of using her special tubes without being able to handle them properly. That was not the case, and the pink haired Shinigami learned of this as she felt Reishi gather around her and her opponent. It would seem that not much is required. Note taken.

Blood suddenly spurted from Ojo's mouth though, the sensation of something pressing into her lungs and stomach enough to make her audible wretch up the light amount of blood that had gathered in her stomach right onto Ehefra. Promptly, she is stuck. Her right arm trapped by that claw while the rest of her person was left to rot in whatever sinister Reishi manifestation had clamped around her. Some may have panicked, trapped by their opponent, but Ojo understood that Ehefra found herself in a similar pickle: trapped with barely any room for action.

Also, as if to respond to her opponent's own ramblings, Ojo began to mutter, "Ye lord! Mask of blood and flesh, all creation, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man! Inferno and pandemonium, the sea barrier surges, march on to the south!"

She's not particularly strong at using Kido, but with her energy reserves, even someone with little skill as her is capable of doing the basics, red energy cackling in her hand that was now stuck against Ehefra's side. The energy pillowing between her fingers grew until it maxed its size out equal to her capabilities. She could feel its heat singing her fingers, but she held firm to her actions, praying it be just enough to blow away the cage around her and push her as far from Ehefra as possible. She cared not for her own injuries. Her clear mind gave her only one answer out of this situation.

"Hadō #31. Shakkahō!"

Fire erupting around the two, billowing before it exploded, creating a pillar of flames that'd singe and sear anything caught within it.