Unintended Consequences [ Tento | Armina ]

Now this was quite the unexpected thing to experience today of all things. Tento normally quite loved being grabbed a hot lady. Buttt, this was a bit out of the way of any excitement he would-. Ah who the hell was he kidding. Armina was tough as nails and this was getting EXCITING.

The tug of war against their blades as they went back and forth was enough to draw memories of intense spars. The spirit within him loved the test of dominance and death. The twisted view of power opposite of Tento's world that shun bright with glee to the path layers by its pursuit. All in all, despite his own remarks that the hollow words were mo reflection of his own. One thing was true. Both had the reality of being thrilled when blood ran and pumped from his vains.

His tall frame quickly found himself put off balance. His once stable footing YANKED as Arimna spun him first in a whimsical pop of oh shit before being up in the air. A knee meeting the destination as a puff of air was forced out. The tale of her berserker strength failed to describe the reality, bolstered by her control of hakudo. Tento body dazzled back before he stiffed up in a quick gathered, leaning back as he gritted and pushed himself forward, slamming his head into Armina to meet her attempted headbutt.

If she wanted to play rough she found a match that was not afraid to do this dance. With a quick drop to the ground Tento slide his left foot in a quick leg sweep towards the ankles, his left hand moving to the sheath of his zanpakuto before pulling it out, drawing it in a raised arms stance before slamming them down towards Armina un a double slash before hoping back. If he was successful or not he would smirk, a drop of blood dripping from his bruised forehead. “First blood's yours, Willsaam”, Tento said with quite an overjoyed smirk on his face.

She most certainly did better taking that then him. Scratch the fact that he had a small bit of blood on his forehead while her's was still smooth. He had a quake of a shake but each blow from her was adding up. Only his own durability and willpower helped absorb it all. But how long would this game of trades go on? And should he really even push the fight in such a way? The blue haired warrioress lepted. His leg sweep missing is mark due to her timely action. It was not fast but given the dazed telegraph she had him there. His eyes quickly went to the divot in the ground before quickly returning to her after making a note. With her reposition the pressure of his death and sword slash came with a BOOM. The air cracked in a short burst of sound as they once again clashed. A grunt came once again as he was forced back.

With his feet sliding against the ground Tento quickly brought his sword and sheath up in a X as Armina made her charge, his spiritual pressure bubbling up to the surface as the air and the zanpatuko embolden its durability. Its spirit roared as Tento began to concentrate his energy out against the Hakuda fused strike, his arms went back as he was forced to lower his stance in an attempt to ground himself. His arms shook from the full force of impact of her physical strength and spiritual pressure. With a short hop, Tento threw down his grip in hops of knocking Armina’s strike away to the side. With a huff Tento slid his body forward towards her.

In a fluid motion he shifted his weight onto his back leg as he lifted his long front leg off the group. Knee rising high in a swiftness that tickled the wind. With a sudden burst of energy that gave a soft shine to his body. The leg swung outward in a wide sweeping arc, the foot tracing a still crescent shape pattern through the air. Slicing the space with precision and power. The inside edge of his foot leading the way before with a quick pivot, his foot turned, changing the flying path of trajectory slightly from her chin to her shoulder holding her blade. As soon as Tento’s foot touched the ground, he spun in a wide assault, the hard sheath of his zanpatuko as well of his blade, another double slash moving to challenge her as the blade traveled towards her lower leg and the sheathe tilted towards her torso.

Versatility was the game of a true Shinigami and its player was Tento. As much of an innate bond he seemed to have with the art of the sword when he became a student at Shino. Ever the competitive worker, Tento studied and practiced day in and night out to be solid in his foundations. He would challenge himself and his comrades at any chance he got!

The agile kick managed to land. Thankfully. The slight speed advantage he had over her was the only thing he had to work with after all. The knock back created distance between the two, a contrast as it seemed the distance between the two of them was shrinking. Armina was a veteran of the Gotei 13, not the early Gotei but she may as well have been. Brutality and a bloodlust state was her home. The name of defenders of the world was a tough paint for the viking. Peace was normal for Tento. It was what things should be like. For Armina, violence seemed to be the desired norm. But in combat, in the end they could enjoy that adrenaline rush!

Swipe of his blade to clean the tip from blood and mith a shift Tento brought his hands up his blade over his head, its point tilting towards Armina, while the sheath was held in a short outstretched grip towards the sky. A little cut and a whack was far from enough to get victory here. In an unexpected turn of events, Armina seemed pleased by Tento's efforts. A smile and comment holding a slight complement.

With a swell of power, Armina released a pulse of energy from her body. The sudden shock wave pushed Tento back. The quick build up and action catching him off guard and off balance. His blade came in reaction as he saw her body move. He was faster but not fast enough to completely defend himself. Resulting in one of the paired strikes to land at his hard torso. The blade crashed and dragged against his spiritual pressure, digging into his flesh as sparks flew.

With a twist Tento quickly put his feet down to ground himself. Sliding his body with the movement of momentum as he countered. Moving with a tremendous speed, Tento let his sheath fly as it came as a singular horizontal slash aimed at her neck. Whether or not he managed to give a good whack, Tento would stop on his heels and throw a 3 ways pressure of vertical slashes as he stepped forward, attacking with his blade, sheath, and blade again.

Tento found himself fortunate to not have the same issue as Armina. As he was on the come up in comparison to the veteran members of the fourth, with each new person he fought, it seemed her got challenged more and more. He did not hold back often because he could not afford to. When facing Arrancar such as the likes of Amaranta or Kizuna, any failure to give all he had only resulted in him getting hurt and innocent people dying. Even among his fellow Shinigami he sparred against when visiting other divisions, it was rare for him to find someone he completely outclassed. Someone was faster, someone was smarter, someone had more spiritual pressure. There was always something to challenge him. And thankfully, with how well rounded he was, he was able to return that kind gesture. This spar was no different with Armina. As cold and concerning she could be she was an excellent fighter through and through.

There was almost much for them to work on. Their bond with their Zanpakuto spirit, the world of kido, or martial art of Hakudo. Each of these were pillars of the Shinigami offense. Heck, Hoho was important too, maneuvering was as much of a part to offense as it was defense. It had been awhile since he chose to experiment, for so long he had only focused on improving his bond with his Zanpatuko firstly, and his kido versatility secondary. Banging some Hakudo out with some good ol fashion fists and kicks was a breath of fresh air.

Again Armina skillfully avoided his attempt, the follow up attacks simple pressure that was pushed away once again. He was getting a great workout from all of it. Excitement, experience, challenges. He wanted more. More of her berserker rage to fuel her potential against him. He demanded that thrill. His eyes took a sharp gleam as he landed on his feet, the shift of Armina’s stance fanning the curious winds in his sails. Her attack was different from before, a rushing trio of stabs aimed at his center mass. The first taking a light stab into his form before with light footwork, Tento stepped back keeping distance from her blade in each follow up strike, his sheath and blade swinging in a pendulum to block each stab before stepping in with a pivot, leaning forward with his sheath and blade to Armina’s own center mass in exchange.

“Oh?”, Tento sounded in a hardy voice of excitement. “Using something different on me eh? I never heard about you fighting like this”, Tento said in a bit of glee and friendly smile. The unusually style from the fame berserker of the 4th differently was a shocker. It held more grace and precision than what he had gotten so far from her.

Well for what it was worth this was an interesting turn of events. The change of style was not something he did not think he could handle. But it was something he had to be cautious of. He was not so much faster than her than he believed he could easily make up from any mistake he had after all. Instead of wide strong strikes aimed to overpower her foe, she held back. It was trained, accurate, and cautious of its energy. And with the physical strength she had over him he was not going to get any light pokes from it either.

With the slip utilizing her blade, Tentó's and Armina's dance continued. “A change of scenery is always good for the scenes”, Tento mused back as she spoke. A bit of happiness within from the comment. If she felt she had to use this style against him instead of simply berserker fighting, it was a mark with his ability to challenge his 4th seat. Any pride was short though. He had to maintain his focus.

With a slip of his foot, he slide the first foot she targeted behind him, his body moving in a horse stance as he brought his blade and sheath back to his waist. The quick action limiting in any offense such thought he was planning. With the follow up strike, Tento twisted his sheath. Lowering it in front of his lower half as he let the second strike glide place its surface as it managed to knick his leg despite his effort.

The pain was not intense but still, a carefully aimed strike at the leg could cause him serious issues. With his blade held in his right hand, Tento took a horizontal slash with his the aim to knick her arm before stepping back, crossing his arms as he let out a double horizontal slash to create distance.