White Howl, Black Scales [Tento, Lerna]

Pain and blood got the thrills going. A typical life of a 4th member, and a stereotype that stuck so far back in the days of the 11th. Unshakeable and true at times in so many ways. Words were that, words. They were not actions, they would not fully tell a spirit; although they did a good job at painting it. Banter was something Tento was always up for, but he was not one to usually taunt; not in his friendly way anyhow. It was one thing to recognize when he was being taunted, it was another choosing to respond.

At this point, he did not know if it was worth it or even if it was desired to keep this spar up.

With his blade lowered and a bit of a sharp ache at the bottom of his foot from the impact of his kick. That armor over her upper body filled back in place as her hand traveled over it. An interesting thing as he aimed at her hips and not her chest, was that armor further down than it looked? Noteworthy though was that it could be easily repaired with just a motion, it was like a tough outer shell that slithered like a snake in its skin. “Eh, excitement turned into focus at your change of personality. Wanna help you hold the tip since you wanna keep grabbing it. Let’s get one thing straight tho, you are, far, from my captain. Unless you know, you secretly an ancient soul locked away from murder of a high ranking shinigami in a new era where you don't fit in and are under constant distrust given your history”, Tento said with a growing calm and less joyful look on his face. Be as it may though, he could not help to let out a bit of goofiness to spite Lerna.

“But I will let them know that she has a little admirer from the seventh”. Tento said while stepping forward in a number of footwork steps, sliding to the left then his right in his last approach bringing his sword quickly up in a diagonal slash from the right floor. Before bring the sword down in the same before, twisting in a vertical slash down. “That sounds…rather worthless to be honest. How and why, would I bother proving something from my division to you? I can test your mind but your division has its own world. There is no point in arguing about how to use energy unless you really want to go at it with me all night long”.

“No, more of a sigh at feeling like I'm talking to people in my division”. Tento said before flash stepping out of sight, appearing overhead as he brought an axe kick down from above powered by his spiritual energy. “If you like my voice that much then I can trash talk with you in a bit, but if I take your breath away don't be mad at me”.

An eye for an eye and a turn of seriousness for another.. Blood painted his face and blade. The surprise lack of defense made him think he had fallen into some taunt trap before it was shifted to the side. He hit her, she let him hit her. And yet she has no signs of pain although the blow he landed was much more gruesome than what he was aiming for.

He had thought she was finally going to take him more serious. But instead he got a full eyes worth. With his blade out of his flesh he had taken a step back to prepare for a counter that never came. However, he did get more details of her character. Her history that made Lerna, Lerna. In the strange way she was today, perhaps no explanation. A mod soul that hunted Shinigami?? Wow wow that was a bomb shell you could not just drop on someone's head. That was like meeting someone you met on the first day then saying I love you after a few hours of talking!

But someone saved her. Reformed her. Now she was ‘normal’. Trying to be better, do better, know better. Captain Commander was a lady alright. Beyond simple strength. She gave purpose and a home to the loss and reformed them. Perhaps…that was why she let Captain Kanae out if the maggots nest? Oh, did he hope her call was right. Nagoshi had been a straight and narrow captain so far, at times good even. But for some reason…there was, just this feeling Tento could not keep from shaking with her. It was cold…dark…and…

With a bit of a sudden purple.to his face to go with the red. Tento side swiped his blade letting the blood paint the floor in a small arc. “deal, but if you're gonna talk and try to get in my head next time. You do better at sweet talking to me”. Tento said extending his hand to shake hers. Was she true in all of that or just trying to have fun with him? But if there was one thing that he kept immediately in his head as he left it was this.

The smell of a predator huh?