I'm kicking your Ass!

Eriko stood on pads of reishi as he floated over the Karakura Forest searching for a good spot for nice sparring session. He'd earlier issued a challenge to Alex Washi, who up til now he'd only considered a friend he'd party with every so often. The two were known to but heads often but after recent argument over something trivial, the two were all but ready to rip each other's heads off.

Now Eriko at this time was aware of two things. The first was that Alex, despite his often drunken stupor was an excellent fighter, and two, Eriko himself hadn't seen much action lately as he hadn't been the one dealing with any recent hollow attacks, and was starting to feel a bit rusty. In an effort get emotion and passion back into his blood. In an effort to get the lightning pulsing through his vein's and his sword once again, he challenge Alex to battle in the forest!

Back to said forest, Eriko now having spotted a clearing in the trees that wide enough for what could have been an explosive fight and was far enough from the city that no one would be disturbed, or perhaps get hurt. He touches down in the grass clearing, stretching his legs, and double checks the area to make sure its suitable. "Large, and wide, check, far from the city, check, some good obstacles to get blown up in some big gets fired and misses?" He looks around and sees a bunch of tress. "...Check." Now all he needed to do was alert his opponent to his position, which was easy.

Eriko unleashes enough of his spiritual pressure to alert anyone within a twenty mile radius to his presence. He'd hoped that Alex would get here in the time he had specified, which was right around now. Eriko did make sure to mention that they'd be using Karakura Forest and that he'd tip Alex with his spiritual pressure. Now he'd be playing the waiting game.

Hmm... F#ck this hangover...

The Firebird thought to himself as he reached up a hand to his head, sighing and wincing as he touched his throbbing head. Normally, Alex wouldn't have done something like this. However, after getting let out for Christmas from the Karakura Jail, he was more then happy to settle a disagreement with a punk kid who was messing with his family.

As he looked at the trees around him, Alex scratched the stubble of hair he'd let grow on his chin. Darnit... So much for relaxing on the holidays. He thought as he flexed his right shoulder, then his left, the priest's garment he wore to appease Leo shuffling as the cloak he wore around his body settled into place, as a wide smile spread across his face. Aye... for tonight, I gots a brat to be showin' the sharp edge of me knifes...

He had warned the punk what would happen if he found anything on Chris after they were together. And just like he was worried, he found a scratch on her knee just last night. Alex gave a f#ck about only one thing; and that was his family. Anything else, he really didn't care about. You could stab him, kill him, eat his subordinates, rape his understudy... he'd just blow those things off. But mess with the ones he considered his flesh and blood...

And he'll make sure you take the pain back more then one thousand fold. As he was doing now, Eriko releasing his signature as Alex turned his head, slowly walking towards the spot before stepping into the clearing, his boot making a clear impression in the mud as he looked at Eriko through his glasses. "Aye... I warned ye, laddie... and ye didn't listen..." He stated simply, his hands shooting to the sides as a knife shot from each sleeve, caught expertly in his hands as he flashed the two close to one another, his left hand held above his face and his right to his right side, creating a perfect cross as he turned both of his wrists, causing sparks of pure energy to fly from the knifes as he looked at Eriko, the smile wide on his face and illuminated by the sparks, a clear challenge to begin.

"Great he's on time, and he seems upset...hmm, considering that he just got out of prison and immediately went drinking, I guess I could see that...though I still have no idea what he was talking about when he mentioned messing with his family." the Shinigami says to himself as he saw Alex approaching, some what enraged and yelling with an accent he hadn't heard before. "Glad to see you could make friend! Let's see if your time incarcerated has dull those skills I've heard you were known for." He quickly materializes his sealed Zanpakutō. "Between all of what I can do, I should be able to trip him up. Alright man, I can see you are eager to get started so I'll let you make the first move." he says taking hold of his sword with both hands.

The Firehawk stood there, his eyes staring dimly at Eriko as his smile began to grow smaller, before becoming an even line on his face. "Aye... You are such the SUB, laddie!" He cackled, before he threw his hands to the sides of his body. "RAH! FATHER FORM!" He called out, his voice ringing across the clearing as he noted the irony of the form he was releasing, dropping his arms to either side, as a strange golden aura began emitting from his body, his smile wide on his face again as he vanished, his shunpo triggering as he appeared behind Eriko.

His body weight flew backwards, as he sent his foot upwards, slamming his shoe straight into Eriko's behind. The smile was still on his face as he redirected his foot, sliding it to his own side as he thrust his torso forwards, vanishing with shunpo once more as he appeared on Eriko's other side, opening his mouth slowly as a breath of smoke came out from the Holy Energy infused in his cells, as the cold steel of his Holy bayonets slashed into Eriko's sides, performed during the Shunpo. Alex turned his body around again, throwing out his right hand and then turning his left shoulder to throw out his left, releasing the knifes as they flew towards Eriko, attempting to hit him in his shoulders.

"AND!" Alex continued, a fierce smile on his face and his eyes alive behind his glasses as he looked up at Eriko, his body shooting forwards, his right hand shooting under his torso as another Knife slid out into his hand, his right hand gripping it as he then extended his arm in an arc, attempting to slash straight through Eriko's body. However, this knife was not like the other two; this one was bright gold in color, and was held in Alex's hand firmly as he slashed at Eriko, looking up to meet the eye lids of his opponent. "Aye... Ya see, laddie... There's me when I'm drunk... and me when I'm sober..." He explained, the light slightly dimming from his eyes as his smile vanished, replaced by a slight down-turn of the lips. "And believe me.. Ya won't like me when I'm sober." He finished explaining...

As his body suddenly pivoted to the right, his left hand shooting up as yet another bayonet knife appeared in his grasp, slashing straight upwards at Eriko's chest and chin. If this blade connected with Eriko's zanpaktou, or the other ones for that matter, they would slide off of the Shinigami's blade... but they would also leave strange marks, like they cut through the blade like it was hot butter by just a bit, not enough to cut the blade in half but enough to leave knicks in it. "So you better be ready, laddie... Because I'm going to enjoy cutting you up, ya protestant f#ck bucket!" Alex suddenly stopped, leaping back.

"Leo, LEO! That's no way to talk ta- HE'S OUR OPPONENT AND HAD RELATIONS WITH OUR FLESH AND BLOOD WHILE DRUNK! But ah said you just couldn't go and - DOESN'T MATTER!" Alex reached up with his knifes held in his hands, gripping his mouth as he clacked it shut, looking at Eriko in the eyes, waiting for him to attack, not really caring about how the Firehawk himself looked right now... After all, the Firehawk was having a bit of a disagreement with his ziamichi spirit at the moment...

Eriko's eyes widen as Alex's body takes an intense aura glows from him, then suddenly vanishes from sight. "Shunpo!" he says in surprise before turning his head to his back where he sees Alex's twisted smile and is kicked forward in his back. Alex disappears again and Eriko feels a slight chill as his sees what he thinks is white smoke to his side, he shifts his weight opposite the side where the smoke comes from. Noticing the other energy blades flying at him, he swings his sword at the blades before they could get his shoulders.

With another pair of knives flying toward him Eriko shifts his right side to the left, his left leg turning as if on a dime, dodging the first knife "Your knife tricks don't scare me!" and striking the second away with his sword again, but doesn't immediately notice that his sword was knicked. After seeing Alex banter with his Ziamichi. He shakes his head and points his left index finger at his opponent while he still has an opening, "Hadō Number 1, Sho!" he calls out and shortly after a small shockwave pushes at Alex's chest. Eriko follows up with his own flash step, reappearing in right in front of his target, running his free fist into this Alex's stomach, and then into his face.

Alex's body was forced back by the Kidō, but it almost seemed as if the Kidō was helping him, as he leaped back further, among the trees. One of Alex's eyes opened partially, as Eriko appeared in front of him, shooting a fist at his stomach and then at his head. "Aye, laddie, what half-as$erry be this?" He asked him coolly, not even flinching from the pathetic punches. "If that's all ye got to answer my pervious attacks… Then this really isn't looking too good for ya!" He sai simply, shooting forwards as his left hand flashed out, a knife in it as he shot it right for Eriko's right side, aiming to drive it in to the hilt.

His right hand flipped around, shooting below Alex's waist line, turning the blade's edge upwards before he suddenly shot it up, aiming to slash up Eriko's dumb clothes and if Eriko wasn't careful, he could even have his manhood slashed off. 'Oi, laddie… Yaknow why this is so easy, don'tcha?" He asked, as Alex's right foot came around from the side, finally removing the first blade. "Ya really don't know much about fightin' for real." He said simply, as he attempted to smash the leg into Eriko's side. If it made correct contact, the shinigami would go flying, toppling a tree over and most likely halfway breaking another, such was the sheer force exerted upon his body. He's a d@mn fool… Not only was it highly likely that Alex was going to have successfully stabbed Eriko with the first knife, but the slash would also likely do damage.

The Firehawk was not done yet, as he spun around on one foot, before suddenly throwing his arms back, his weight shifting as his hands shot back, slamming onto the ground as he did a hand stand, the cloak he wore falling down as he watched Eriko with a smile. "C'mon laddie! Have at me! What can ye do at full power?" He asked, his eyes narrowing. He wanted to see exactly what Eriko could do. This entire fight was based on that premise; that, and because Alex was a stubborn b@stard when you messed with his family...

"Tch" Eriko pivots on his right again, just barely dodging the first knife, it's blade slicing through some of his skin and clothing, and flickering out of view with his Shunpo, reappearing to the side of Alex's still extended arm. "Shut your trash talking mouth, its a waste of time and breath!" he grabs hold of the extended wrist and moves his sword arm in front of Alex, turn the blade toward his chest and pushing in a thrusting motion toward, aiming impale the sword through his opponent's chest!

He is quickly pushed away before the sword can make contact. His body shot back toward the forest trees. With little time he had, he turns his head in the direction facing the trees "Hadō Number 58! Tenran!" Eriko crosses his left palm with the side of his Zanpakutō and suddenly a tornado spins out from the palm, blowing to the trees. The force of the wind hitting the trees creates enough force that Eriko slows through the air, and rolls into a tree, so that his back takes most of the force. "Gah!" he yelps in pain before reaching for his back.

He stands back on his feet, twisting his back as he gets back up trying to relieve some of the soreness. "Hmph, likes to look down on people does he. Guy is a lot more fun to be around when he's intoxicated, even if it's just a little." Eriko takes a look at his sword, his eye's widening at the scratches in the blade. "When THE HELL did that happen?!" he then thinks back to when he slashed at Alex's energy blades with his sword. "YOU BASTARD! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY RAIKIRYU-CHAN?!!" he yells at Alex, not happy to fined his beloved sword damaged.

"Ah'm too f#cking lazy most of the time to give a s#it about idiotic crap like this… So when I do speak… YA'D BEST BE PAYIN' ATTENTION!" He exclaimed back, his coat flapping as he made his movements, watching Eriko vanish.

Alex merely watched as Eriko reappeared at his other side, beofre suddenly he thrust the blade into Alex's chest. It's about f#cking time… Not like I gave a s#it how long he was going to take to actually fight… He thought to himself, smiling as Eriko slammed himself into a tree.

"What in 'ell's name are ya doin' now, laddie?"

Alex asked him simply, as he began to walk up to Eriko, a smile wide on his face. "If'n I didn't know better… I'd ah said you're just being full-out retarded!" He expressed simply, slowly walking towards Eriko, still smilng. Around his chest, where he was still dripping blood, a strange thing was occuring. His skin was rapidly scabbing, from all over, both sides of his chest as they gathered the healing process natural to Alex's body, as a few moments later it was completely healed.

"Oh, that? That appened when ya weren't paying a lick of attention to what ur opponent could do!" He explained, throwing his hands back and stiff as four knives descended from each sleeve, beofre gripping onto them.

"…Laddie…" He said, his voice trailing across the plain, his smile gone. "Fure. Come." He said simply, drawing a blade from his side, before it began to change. The entire structure of it began to shift, as it became almost as if made of glass. The guard of the blade vanished, as its hilt transofrmed, increasing in mass before it began to resemble almost a club-shaped object. The tip of the sword also morphed, becoming like the tip of a spear. "Aye… Fure…. It's been a long time… eh…?" He thought to himself, the eight knifes in between his knuckles still as he gripped Fure tightly, poitning the spear end at Eriko.

"What's WRONG WITH YOU?" He demanded, vanishing as he appeared at Eriko's right side, spear in hand as he jabbed it straight for Eriko's shoulder, a drop of lava shooting off from the tip and burning anything it made contact with. "Your Zanpaktou is ah REPRESENTATION OF UR SOUL!" He cried out, his right hand pushing down as he turned his shoulder, pivoting his foot as it cuased the club to shoot up right twoards Eriko's head was, hopefully smacking him right across the chin. "So not ONLY are ya allowin' ur soul to be damaged, laddie…" He trailed of, as he leaned back, the spear point aiming for Eriko. "YOU'RE REFERRIN' TO IT LIKE IT'S UR LITTLE GIRLFRIEND?" He demanded to know, as his blade shot out, stabbing at an extremely high speed at Eriko thirty times, beofre at last Alex turned to his right side, leaning forwards on a leg as he vanished, reappearing in- the midst of the destroyed trees.

"A Zanpaktou is ya, laddie… Ya treat it with either the utmost respect… or the utmost familiarity." He explained, looking at Eriko past Fure, which was now spinning in his hansd, the length of the spear spinning around his entire body. Obviously, he was speaking of Eriko's treatment of what he thought about his Zanpaktou; either he should be calling it by its name which it TRUSTED to him, or he should confer to it with respect. "Not more of this half-a##ed BULLS#IT!" He exclaimed, as a ring of fire, or more like a vertical plate of fire, shot out from his Zanpaktou, as large in diameter as his Zanpaktou was long, the flame shooting straight for Eriko andburning the tree behind him at the very least, enveloping it in an explosion of flame and burning crisps…