<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"YOU...WHAT?!"</span>Minna jumped back, whipping her sword out of its sheath in the same motion.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"Then the last action before I pass out shall be to..."</span>Minna paused as she wavered.  She stopped for a moment to get her focus, then realigned herself.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"Not yet...not,"</span>she choked on the last word as she reversed her blade, jabbing it into the floor to hold herself up.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"You bastard,"</span>was all she could mumble before she collapsed onto the floor.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>Daisuke smirked and started strolling across the room.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#804000">"So, you're the guy I'm supposed to fight?  You don't look like much, ol' one-eye."</span>His blade still retracted, as it had been since he'd activated his shikai, Daisuke cracked his knuckles once more before throwing an arm forward and pointing at Nnoitora.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#804000">"I heard you like fighting from cat-guy here, so let's cut to the chase.  No trash-talk, no diplomacy, just you and me, right here."</span>Daisuke stopped and slipped back into a boxer's pose, jabbing forward a few times.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#804000">"Right now.  Bring it on and watch out,"</span>Daisuke stepped back with his arms at his sides,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#804000">"cause I've got a mean right hook."</span>On the last word of the line, his blade extended out to its full length, a full yard of multi-piece metal attached securely to his wrist.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>Jin sagged slightly before sighing.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#008000"><i>What a fool, to let his emotions have such sway.  But I don't have time for this...</i></span>Jin thoughts trailed off as his focus went elsewhere.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#008000">"Shunpo,"</span>he murmured before disappearing.  He didn't truly disappear though, as he was only moving faster than most eyes could track.  He stopped directly behind the double-overed arrancar, his weapon reversed in his hands.  A short slap of his hand upon the hilt brought the tip of the blade slamming into the back of Aaroniero's skull, dropping him to the floor.  Staring down at the unconscious figure, Jin grumbled as he slid Shuzuka Hayashi back into her sheath, the weapon already resealed.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#008000">"Don't say I didn't warn you.  Good bye, nuisance."</span>With that spoken, Jin was about to continue down the corridor before he notice a massive release of spiritual pressure.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#008000"><i>Hmph, so that's what that kid was capable.  Seems he shouldn't have any problems...</i></span>a second spike of energy interrupted Jin's thoughts.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#008000">"Then again, I've been wrong before,"</span>he spoke aloud, if only to himself.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#008000">"Still, it's his problem,"</span>Jin turned and continued down the corridor, leaving his unconscious opponent laying in the dust.