Shaking The Bee's Nest [Chihiro, Shura]

The usual bright and cheery aura of the girl took a different tone today as she approached the training grounds at the agreed upon time. Not only did Lerna get super messed up from whatever she was training, she couldn't even see her at the moment. Nobody would even tell her what exactly happened, her protests being met with irritation and dismissal. And now this... Kurata person was going around challenging divisions? Of course she took up on it; maybe her squad mates wouldn't be so dismissive of her if she actually got to show her stuff for once!

"Hey, you're Kurata Shura, yeah?" She'd immediately call out to the dark haired woman, pointing a finger at her, and then closing her fist to point a thumb at herself, "Sano Chihiro, i'm gonna be beating you today!"

Though a grin marked her features, she felt more irate than anything else. A spar was as good as anything to get the feelings out and the bad blood pumping, rather than stewing in those feelings. A workout was the best way to express the cruddy feelings!

"Chichiro?!" She called out in shock.

That got her amicable face bent out of shape as she curled her hand into a fistr. Nobody was gonna make a fool out of her like that!
"It's CHIHIRO! It's not a hard name- AH!"

She narrowly avoided the sudden kido spell with a quick move to the side, eyes wide and position held with merely a foot on the ground, her other raised, hands pointed in the same direction with a look of shock in her warmly colored eyes. Did she just...?!

"Oh-kay! Screw beating you, i'm beating you UP, you dirty playing bitch!" She'd shout with a declarative firm point of the finger, her raised foot slamming onto the earth as the signature blur of speed Hoho gave sent her directly in front of Shura, a left hook coming right for the woman's face.

No matter how much Shura sped back and away, the brightly burning girl seemed to be hot on her heels, swinging fist after fist as she kept up with the challenger, determination to sock her in the face burning in her eyes. What was that? Now she was rolling back on that, calling it a joke?! They were sparring! Was she even taking her seriously?! A frustrating growl came from Chihiro right as Shura came up in her face, swing that punch toward her. An arm went up to block the blow, a strained yell crawling from her throat as her next blow was a kneeing as opposed to using her closed fist, a slight fakeout in focus given with Chihiro seemingly fixated on the same spot she kept aiming for.

"Don't fuck with me with your stupid jokes!" She's spit in the Kurata's face, "I'm not a joke, Cumata!"

Eyes squeezed shut, Chihiro immediately went for a headbutt mid-speech to bang into her opponent's own forehead.

The girl simply did not let up; Shura's stumble was nothing but a potential opening to the nimble shinigami, focused wholly on giving Shura a helping of fist and feet. With her closing in, she neglected to take note of that raised hand until it was mere moments to too late, recognizing the name of the technique. While her body acted faster than her thoughts, there wasn't enough time for her to completely evade injury; the strike came for her rightmost chest region, though narrowly avoiding the full brunt she was subjected to the sensation of wind being knocked from her body with horrible addition of popping sensations and force raking her body as she was thrown sideways.

Her senses rung with pain, it felt like her lung exploded, trembling as she forced herself to her knees. A harsh series of coughs left the girl's mouth as she forced herself onto her feet - she wasn't letting this bitch win that easily! Adrenaline should kick in momentarily, the pain should be nothing to her in a minute... She kept telling herself, this was no different than a horribly wrong practicing round of kido. It'll all just be a little bruise at the end of it.

"That all y'got, CUMata?" She stressed the insult of her familial name through her teeth, pulling her Tanto from her side, pointing it directly at Shura,

"Let's do it, Hachiman!" She'd shout the release phrase of her blade, the short blade glowing a brilliant yellow before reforming along her pointed finger, the shape akin to a thin black-and-gold gauntlet, all of the fingers covered with gold caps apart from her pointer finger, which possessed a long stinger-like form. Her thumb pushed her middle finger into her palm, followed by a declarative shout,

"Enmitsu, Ichi!" Suddenly from the pointed tip, a volumed shot of brightly glowing honey barrelled for Shura, and if it were to hit her.. Nothing appeared to particularly happen, apart from getting a sizable helping of strangely warm, sweet-smelling honey all over her. Chihiro pushed herself to move continuing to invoke the attack's name, swinging her arm in Shura's direction with full intent to smother her and the ground in the stuff if she could help it.

That grab of the hand nor Shura's questioning of her shikai's ability was not stopping her. Struggling to pull away from her opponent, she'd shout, "Let go!"
followed by a leg coiling back to deliver a strike directly to the dark haired woman's stomach, followed by an additional cry of "ENMITSU, ICHI!" in the same instance. Though the trajectory of the spray was somewhat hindered by the grip on her hand, it would still end up with Shura having sizable globs of warm honey rain down on her, Chihiro pushing backwards with as much might as she could manage, her free hand extended in a particular gesture behind her back:

Snap.

Bracing for the result and turning her head away, the honey coating Shura would grow in both heat and vibrance before a furious explosion would go off, sending Chihiro flying away had the Shikai's ability sufficiently shook her opponent enough to loosen her grip.