Time to take a page out of this guy's book Ryouta thought. "Hado#12: Needle Release!" Both his wrists sprouted spikes. And also... He used Hohou to skid to a halt so that Jin's spiked fist would miss his underarm. "Bakudo no Yo: Hainawa!" The yellow rope of reiatsu exploded forth from his chest- Ryouta had used a spell without using a focusing point like his hand or the point of his sword.

((OOC: Shunpo please))

Himawari sighed as she climbed back to her feet, stretching her limbs. She couldn’t very well sit there forever and besides, she was missing out on all the fun. She watched for a few moments as the two boys clashed once again, enjoying her last few moments under the blessed shade of the tree. She flash-stepped forward, right into the heart of the fight, utilising her shunpo to get in close to the two combatants, but avoid the swings of the blades that if she wasn’t careful enough, would slice her to ribbons.

The feeling of the wind in her face gave her a quick thrill, as she came in low and quick. She ducked beneath Ryouta’s Kidou, flipping his legs out from underneath him, her other foot kicking up at Ryouta’s lower arm; surprise attacks usually were far more successful from a lower angle, due to it being outside the victim’s premier field of vision.

What a pain...typical. Ryouta flash stepped behind Jin, abandoning his kido attempts. But even as he appeared behind Jin, Ryouta flash-stepped again, this time behind Himawari, and again, he flash-stepped, this time above them. He hoped to confuse them with his sudden appearances and disappearances. Ryouta continued this strategy- flash-stepping around them and occasionally lashing out with the flat of his blade to give a hardly damaging, but mostly humiliating sting.
ooc: working on speed again

heh it appeared Ayame's was getting a little flustered copying Jin's own technique to defend against him, as Jin's fist had risen Ayame's had used that blasted hohou techninque to deftly avoid it, a strategy Jin should've seen coming but. The unguided binding technique proved no challenge to Jin who eisily evaded it with a timely shunpo. but even as he did he felt his, legs turning to jelly he fell to one knee he had far exceeded his limit in terms of reiatsu using reserves he had'nt even known possible.

Whilst stretching his limit's would prove profitable in the long run in the short term it was proving to come at a costly price, completely inhibiting his movement drastically reducing his speed and agility. It was over for him after going toe to toe now with both Ayame and Himawari it he'd definately run his course this one would have to go to those two. All distateful feeling about the erlier incidents gone it was amazing how rewarding a fight could feel, after facing him in combat Jin felt he'd definately cleared the air,

so he began his exit his katana once again rested on his shoulder he waved a good bye to his two fellow combatant's both of whom were still locked in their skirmish.

"thanks for the good time ill see ya around, we should do this again sometime" he called as he walked off back to his quarters it was time to enjoy a well deserved nap

((OOC: Fighting skill please))

“Ok! Himawari smiled as she waved Jin off, before turning her attentions back to Ryouta, “Well sweetheart, looks like it’s just you and me.” She drew her own katana, holding her reverse grip across her body, a manoeuvre it would be easy to counter from if he took a direct attack at her.

She caught the flat of his blade against her own blade, but was caught off guard as he flash-stepped behind her, catching her with the same attack on her lower back. Her face flushed with her frustration; this was getting more obvious that this was nowhere near a fair fight, but she wasn’t going to give up. Before she walked away from this field, she would have landed a blow on this frustrating young man before her. She darted forward, flipping herself, over Ryouta’s head, taking a rather cheeky swing for his hair.

Ryouta ducked and jumped, landing in a squat and facing her with an impish look on his face. "Hey, don't mess with the hair! It looks great the way it is, so don't mess it up! ... Sweetheart." He laughed, then flash-stepped again, bringing himself past her in a Senka maneuver and lightly tapping a shoulder with the flat of his blade before flash-stepping again, this time above her. "You smell good," he said teasingly. "But there's just a little BO mixed in, you might want to take a shower after this." He flash-stepped again, this time in front of her, and began raining stabbing thrusts down at her with both blades. "How's your defense...sweetheart?"

ooc: still working on speed. to get an idea, see this link
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P0xLNe5dY1E&feature=related
at time 3:13

Her cheeks tinged pink at his comment on her smell, burning harder at the BO comment. A look of pure fury flashed in her eyes as she gazed up at him, “If I catch you, your hair is going to be the least of your worries!” She moved up towards him but was forced back by the barrage of sword thrusts.

She dodged well, the worse damage being to her hakama, but she could always get a new uniform if she really needed it. She had spares already, but washing was far too boring a chore for her to only own two or three. She flash-stepped backwards, determined to keep out of his range. It was then an idea came to her. Her long red hair whipped around her as she span around, dashing away from him. She span around once more, goading him to come after her, taking a good guess at how he’d respond.

Ryouta stood staring after her, swords at his side. Girls always seem to end up running away from me...meh. Might as well make this time fun. Out loud, he shouted, "Ooh, this girl has fangs. Nice."
He flash-stepped into the air and ran after her using flash-steps at the same time as Hohou. As he caught up to her, he asked in a nonchalant voice, "So, I assume you have a master plan? Can I see it?"

Typical, Himawari smirked, racing forward to meet him,“It’s not fangs you should be worried about!" she exclaimed, as she flash-stepped towards him. She ducked down under his arm, slipping past him, before reaching upwards, and snagging a long lock of his hair with her Zanpakutō, "It's claws!". Quickly slicing through it, she snatched his hair away, before flash-stepping away once more, ensuring to put some good distance between them, his previous comment about her going near his hair still weighing on her mind.

She drove her Zanpakutō into the ground as she examined the hair between her fingers; long, soft and completely black, Himawari smiled, thoroughly satisfied by the trophy she’d collected, just to prove that you could get a hit on this guy. She smiled at Ryouta cheekily, before neatly tying the hair into a knot and placing it down the front of her uniform between her ample bosom, just to keep from dropping and therefore losing it, “This, I’m keeping.”

Ryouta reached up to pat where his hair used to be. "Hmm...it should look ok still, I think." He watched her store his hair away. "You know, since it's my hair, I think I should get to check if it's really secure down there, you know. Completely for security reasons. So, any help I could get in that area would be much appreciated." He smiled as if serious, though he was actually only half-joking.

Himawari giggled, tucking her arms under her chest causing it to swell more, “Like you should be so lucky.” She unfolded her arms and snatched her blade back up from out of the ground. She held out her Zanpakutō before her in a double grip, the smirk still toying on her face, “You can try if you wish, but I can promise that wouldn’t end well.” She raced forward, her blade dragging behind in the wake of her motion, “Let’s see if I can get a second shot at that hair of yours.” She span around, twisting her body back into the air, her blade once again going for the precious locks of hair upon her opponent’s head.

"Uh uh, not so easy this time." Ryouta defended with an iron guard of a single blade pointed up to block the slash. "Shame really, I know a lot about the pleasure centers of the human body."
ooc note: Ryouta is ridiculously candid sometimes, as you can see above
"I see an opening!" He stabbed out with his second ninjato and flicked off a small lock of her hair. Then, he flash-stepped forward and grabbed it with his mouth, then flash-stepped again, this time up again into the air. He sheathed one of his Zanpakuto and then removed the hair from his mouth. "Ptoo, hair tastes gross." He looked down, as if debating if he should put it down his pants just to freak her out, then tucked it behind his left ear. Ryouta unsheathed his ninjato again, then flash-stepped directly in front of her with his right coming down in an overhead cut and his left in a defensive block over his face.

((OOC:: I've made a character with a generous chest and whom is not afraid to use it. They are going to be really good friends. ))

The cheeky grin reappeared upon her face as he blocked her attack to his hair, and as his comment flew from his mouth, “I guess it is a shame.” Her smile quickly disappeared however as his second blade appeared from nowhere, a gust of wind left in its wake. She landed behind him and, suspicious of his last attack, she cautiously felt her hair.

Himawari’s eyes widened in shock as she felt the sudden shortness of a lock of her hair with her hand, and swore under her breath. But when she looked up at him, she couldn't help but look at him with a certain degree of admiration. Almost everyone in her classes would never have dared to go for her hair, knowing that it was also very important to her. But this guy had done it without a second thought.

It was either one of two explanations. Either: he wasn’t aware of her reputation as a hot-headed fighter, or he simply considered himself too far above her to really care. Either possibility brought a smile to her face. She’d never encountered anyone who might genuinely consider himself her better, and that brought out a great sense of curiosity in her. She raised her blade, once more, indicating for him to begin the fight once again.

He shrugged his shoulders and stretched. "Haha, this is actually getting pretty fun. Get ready, I'm coming!" ooc: pun *so* intended
Ryouta flash-stepped down and crashed his right blade against hers. I've been meaning to try this... he whirled and used Hohou sideways. That is, he began a sort of windmill routine that involved him crashing his blades alternately against her defending blade over and over and over again but in different spots on her blade.
ooc: i hope that makes sense.

Himawari rolled her eyes as he came at her, only to be caught off guard by his rotating blades. She raised her own Zanpakutō up to defend herself, but the weight of the blows rained down upon her, forcing her downwards, almost upon her knees. She quickly rocked herself backwards, pushing herself off from the ground, using this force to escape the range of his blades. Examining her arms, she noticed her left one had been cut, probably from the rotating blades. God that was not a force to be reckoned with. She raised her arm to her mouth, attempting to stifle the flow of blood with her mouth.