This Ain't A Fight Night [Liltotto/Elyss]

An unexpected move would occur as Elyss moved to kick her, the sword in Liltotto’s grasp suddenly dispelling as she’d do several moves within an instant, her eyes on her real target - Elyss’ still grounded foot; Firstly, reishi collected into a small bow in her grasp barely after the sword dissipated. Second, she’d very suddenly sidestep away from Elyss’ foot as she formed the weapon, having moved to the woman’s side and quickly gaining distance. Third and finally, her weapon would launch a chain toward Elyss’ feet, coiling quickly around whatever it would grasp, and with her momentum she would grab the chain in one hand and yanked.

She was uninterested in allowing a Shinigami to underestimate her; that easy to telegraph kick just told her the Captain likely saw nothing but an ant at her boot, nothing to sweat at, nothing of interest. The mere idea left a poisonous taste in her mouth and ran spite through her veins, but her focus on the fight did not falter, gathering small balls of Reiryoku in her hands and smoothly dispersing them into the general area she stood at with the quick swipe of a hand across the sand, their locations invisible to the naked gaze. Even if the trip up didn’t work out, approaching her would have teeth traps lying in wait.

Forming her spirit weapon, a rather simple looking bow, she'd shrug her shoulders,

"I'm a part of the Sternritter; if I wanted a training dummy I would've stayed at the center I was teaching at," She'd call back to Elyss, readying her bow, "And i'm a bit too much for the typical member. Underestimation's a mistake here."

Finally the Shinigami seemed to be taking her seriously; if she couldn't even get the captain to draw her sword, then that'd just feel like a mockery of her efforts. Of course she was intentionally using non-fatal moves; she recognized in her training she had a severe disparity between tame attacks and deadly ones, that she should push herself to find a middle ground in the event deadly force isn't favorable, and this was that such scenario regardless of how much he senses were screaming flight responses through her body from the woman's scent.

As her sentence had drawn to an end, she'd suddenly kick the sand in front of her as opposed to firing her bow, the traps activating mid-air as spiked shots of energy flew at Elyss from the thinly veiling cloud of sand, and within the confusing cover she would begin firing arrows. She would try to push Elyss to take her seriously; she didn't want a half-assed fight.

Her golden locks were whipped by the sudden gust of wind, squinting and keeping her focus through the flowing sand, before a sudden glimmer caught her eye, a rush of sensation hitting her as her body moved without a thought crossing her, head moving to the side to catch the flying sword whiz next to her. Even though being struck with the blade wouldn't have been that massive a deal, some part of her wished she could've made herself short again at will - it definitely was enough to catch her attention.

In reaction, the bow wielder would keep her distance, aiming for the feet of the shinigami with her shots, each arrow loaded with a chain as she'd seek to encircle Elyss with her speed and precision, both to make her harder to catch and harder to predict when and where a shot was coming from, loose sand being kicked up from her steps as she kept her eyes on her target.

Her hopes were to overwhelm the woman with chains to the point she'd struggle to move, however the surprise of kido spells punched a massive hole in her plan, the chains rupturing one by one with the woman's strength and explosive advance toward her. The sand beneath her made sudden direction changes difficult without falling from the lack of friction, her heart sinking as the blade swung for her, legs giving out as the weight of the blade’s strike fell upon her and knocked her into the sand, her body as well as the blade’s swing kicking up an incredible spray of sand.

That kind of attack taken head on would have most definitely at least left some wounds upon a Quincy with even a modestly dense Blut, but the sword would have felt more like it struck a solid object than soft flesh, the clearing of sand revealing Liltotto on the ground, wide eyed, the sword pressed against her forearm as her body had crumpled to the ground from the sheer force of the attack, but she was entirely unharmed, not even a nick on her body. Her eyes told a different story, however.

“Okay, okay, alright, you win. You got me pinned.” Her voice sounded oddly out of breath and quickened for someone clearly unscathed, her fingers having taken a slight tremble, “Impressive, I guess…”

Her face recovering from her wince, she’d look up at Elyss, visibly unable to get up if the woman had still been exerting strength on her weapon, “Please get off me,” Her heart was beating out of her chest, short of breath. She couldn’t even counter that, even if she pulled her blade out she would’ve been flattened into the sand anyway from the sheer force of that attack. She didn’t want to rely on her teeth, especially in a fight with a Shinigami, but what was she even outside of her infernal hunger?

She was slowly reminding her own body that the attack didn't kill her, nor could it have, fingers twitching as she'd awkwardly shuffle to sit up, adrenaline still rushing through her as she focused on stabilizing her breathing, yellow eyes rising to meet the Captain's own in reaction to her voice, the outstretched hand becoming obvious to her. A hand slowly reached up to meet it, fingers curled back in brief hesitation, until ultimately taking it and being pulled onto her feet.

"It's fine," Though her voice was breathy, it definitely seemed a lot calmer, "Don't mind my stupid ass, I just... Got worried it was getting too heated."

Not that the move had reminded her of far too many recollections of moments she didn't want to go back to, not that the mere presence of the woman had already been putting her on edge, not that she had hunger gnawing at her that she was willfully pushing aside.

"I'm fine. I can't get hurt too easily. If that's your concern, you can toss it away. Good spar." She'd wave a hand in gesture, sidestepping the reality of the situation, not that she expected much understanding here.