Battered and broken (Closed)

Shikuro sighed finding it disrespectfull for arawn to beleive he could simply just stand around and trash talk Shikuro as much as he wanted growing ever more tiredof this fight, he could end it, Arawn would have no way possble to dodge 7 attacks at once he knew that, and each of those could be a fatal blow with each attack he knew that, but mortally wounding a lower ranked shinigami just cause you can was not only disrespectfull is was dishonorable.
"Keep in mind, your sword haven't bared my skin, none the least even been close to... please don't try to beleive you know anything about my skill"
He let the power slip out into his blade, the strength into it combined with his own rage over this guy thinking he could know anything about him, he knew nothing.
He waited for Arawn, his attack seeming ever so open yet he didn't want to slash him down while he's open instead he aimed for his blade sending all the power he could force into a normal strke against that against his incoming stike with the blade.

There was no doubt, the other man wasn't to be his instructor. It had become quite apparent he was capable. Arawn's test wasn't just of physical prowess but also mentality. It was true that Shikuro had him trumped in all categories, the 11th VC had proved his squad's reputation. But it was the pride that kept him from being more. From the beginning of the fight he hadn't taken Arawn seriously. Arawn's resolution had be firm from the beginning; give his all even it if he was going to lose. Only when he began to belittle the others skills that a fierceness arose. His power, his squad, his rank; he held those in high esteems and respect. But in the end he showed his opponent none. Maybe he only saw him as an insect, a insignificant pebble in his road to greatness. For someone so weak and lowly to speak ill of it all would make anyone mad. And so angered he lashed out, even if it wasn't a full on attack it had cut deep. He could have disarmed him, walked away, "Perhaps it's just a difference in philosophy?" he muttered to himself. Fighting and killing hollows, life and death situations, they could change a man. The same might happen to him. Only time would tell.

The blades clashed and there was the sound like glass dropping to the stone. The asauchi in Arawn's hands couldn't withstand the strike from the empowered blade. The silvery metal shattered and it's shards flew every which way. The impact itself sent the young shinigami backwards and to the ground. He sat up and looked at his right hand. Only a sliver of the shiny blade remained above the guard. Arawn looked at his demolished weapon as if it had always been broken. "I guess my search for an instructor will have to wait until I get a new weapon." He bent down and picked up the metal pieces. It took several seconds to scoop up the large parts and put them into a square of his torn shirt. Once finished he tied the squares ends together making a small pouch. The new pouch he tied to his hip and the pieces jingled as he move from the field. There wasn't much of a crowd anymore. "Maybe another time Mr Shikuro, I think we both have more training to do." He waved the stubbed blade as a final farewell. He hoped the other man wouldn't take the last words as an insult, but chances were he would. Both had room to grow. If he failed to see that, perhaps he was a greater fool than he thought. "The King of Fools is still a fool among kings." He shook his head dismissing the thought. He wondered how long it would take to get a replacement blade.

Shikuro took a deep breath, letting it out in a deep sigh, as he did, the shikai's extra weapons faded into a shroud of shadows, leeching over to the hilt, where it reforms to the same old two black straps of clothes. He looked over to Arawn, this wasn't really what he wanted to do, he had hoped to send the sword flying far away from Arawn, yet the power of his empowered blade was something Shikuro hadn't taken account for, this was also the first time he even tried useing it.
Shikuro cursed himself, this had to make up for, he never wanted to lead such a dishonorable fight, it wasn't really right.
He quickly moved over to Arawn helping him collect the pieces, and as he helped him he talked lowly, as this was only for Arawn's ears.
"my sincere appologies for fighting this way, its difficult times, the squad is standing without its captain so its vice captains needs to make the example the squads expects him to make... But you have my respect the mental fighting isn't really my strong point... I don't see you as weak, I just faced the fact there's a diffrence in power therefor I couldn't use all out attacks... if that was really what you wished me to do... face me a place where the squad ain't watching"
With that he was done talking he had said what needed to be said, and payed no remarks towards Arawns last couple of words, he looked at Arawn as he would walk away.