Challenger

Junko got back from patrol, and apparently walked into a challenge, about 4 dozen squadmates surrounded the courtyard, with a man with black hair an eye patch. He sat in criss cross applesause stature, his zanpaktou sat his in lap, unsheathed, it was a wasikashi. He stood at her presense, pointing his wasikashi at her, he said, "You are Junko Tenshi, I am challenging you for you right as seated officer of Squad 11 this is not an offer to refuse" He stared at her with the deep dark maroon eye of his, And Junko drew her sword and nodded at him, and she cut her sling away, she would need both hands for the fight. The squadmembers distanced, as both nodded, and the battle began.

Junko gripped her sword with both hands, cringing abit, but not taking her eyes off the man. He made the first move, and was gone, 'Shit, where did he go!' Suddenly she saw him, right in front, going for a leathal strike to the throat with his sword, just milliseconds from death, Junko shunpo'ed to just to her right, dodging the stab, she then brought her sword across her body, aiming to slice him in half, and as she made contact she doubled over, she barely broke his skin, and she had been punched in the stomache, he had put alot of power into the punch, and she flew airborne backward.

Unfortunatly for him, Junko was not as easy to rid like that, she recovered, but he was ontop of her, shunpoing to continue the attack, he slashed, and junko kicked off him, but the wasikashi cut the bridge of her between the eyes, a small cut, but it showed. Junko backflipped, and slid to a halt, she heard noises behind her, shunpo landing, and she realized she was to late, and she felt the blade stab through her back, protruding just to the left of her belly button, Junko's left hand and looked down, touching the offending blade and the blood flowing out of her stomache, It seemed to last an eterniety, but it came back to a blinding pace when he twisted the blade, and pulled it out. Junko dropped to all fours and yelped. The man said, "Aye that wasn't so hard afterall", and the man walked away.

'Shit, that fucker is fast, but he will be over powered, he will pay for this!'

Junko thought, she had collapsed, a pool of blood on the stone courtyard, it was not going to be all she was remembered by. Junko rose back to her hands and knees, and to her knees, kneeling, she held her sword tight. Junko felt blood coming from her mouth, she didn't care, her snow white hair was tainted on the left side with her own blood, the celebratory congratulations stopped, and the others backed away, gathered in celebratory fashion around the upstart fool. "You pompus ass, such a flesh wound will not end this fight." Junko snarled at her opponent, he turned, in disbeleive, as if she were the walking dead.

Junko's fierce eyes saw through him, he was afraid now, afraid that he was over his head, but it would only last a moment, Junko shunpo'ed forward, to him, slashing him across the back, but she was expelled by a kick to the face, Junko would not be so easily deterred, and she now attacked again, shunpo'ing to meet his own that he had performed under the pretense that it was 'his turn', She met his, and the locked blades. His passion was renewed, but he also had a look of sadness, Junko over powered him, but he shunpo'ed away before she could swing again, He spoke, "You forced me to do this, Rage..." Suddenly his zanpaktou elongated, and became molten and red, dark spots forming on it, it was a wicked sword, but not that interesting.

Junko released her reiatsu, small bits of fire forming in whisps around her, and she whispered, "Hado 8, blade of flames", and her blade burst into flames, Both of them charged, on foot, unaided by shunpo, Her legs pumped, and she tried her best to ignore the blood falling behind her and trickling down her legs, the warm crimson liquid fell from that man too, but not as much, it would be the final strike for her.

Junko slashed, from right to left, her left shoulder searing with pain, but she swung at air, she started to shunpo, but she was too late yet again, and she felt a splash and sizzle of flesh, as she fell on her chest, her back seared with pain, the zanpaktou when, it makes contact with a solid object disintegrates into molten iron, with this landing on her back, and cooling there, she was in indescribable pain, Now he turned, holding the hilt of his zanpaktou, as the blade was on her back.

Junko felt the searing and was screaming and writhing in pain, she rolled over, getting the majority of the iron off, but it was not all of it, it burned through the back of her robes.

Junko closed her eyes, and got to all fours, then to her knees, and to her feet, feeling the iron finally cool on her back, Her back was locked straight, but junko threw her sword, flicking her wrist at the man, sending the broadsword flying into his abdomen, he was knocked unconcious imedialty, and the iron evaporated, along with the wounds of the burns, apparently the zanpaktou only created the illision of burns and immoblity, but it could not be seen through. Junko smiled, and she realized how she must look, a wounded scrap of flesh, she limped to the man, blood traling from her feet and back, pulling the sword out of his body. She collapsed on top of him, passing out...