A Friendly Duel (Sho Plz)

Draze banged on the door to Sho's bedroom at 6 in the morning.
"Wake up! It's nearly dawn! I want to beat your face with a zanpakotu! You have 5 minutes to meet me in Dojo 5C, and bring your sword!"
With that Draze ran off, snickering to himself. he could't wait to try the new teqnique he had learned.

Sho had already been awake and out of bed, and the sudden banging had sartled him. He swung the Zanpakuto in his hands which he had been practicing with and cleaved the door in two. He was alarmed at what he'd done and then Draze's words registered in his brain. He grabbed his sheath and rushed from the room, running after and catching up to Draze. "Don't you know it's impolite to make people who fear for their safety jump like that?!" he asked jokingly as the ran.

"Fear for their safety?" Draze said, face growing serious as they ran. "Someone's after you? Is it.... a giant hamster Hollow?" he joked.
They entered through the doors of Dojo 5C, and Draze started doing warm-up exercises. "3 minutes to warm up, and lets get this started! We can worry about your security issues after I beat you black and blue."

Sho laughed a genuine laugh as they ran. Draze's teasing didn't actually affect him, but he decided to use it as a catalyst for their coming spar. He grinned and listened as Draze gave the time limit for warm up. He didn't need a warm up right now, he was plenty warmed up from th scare and run this morning. He did a few sit ups, push ups, squats, and stretches, then lened against a wall, waiting for Draze to finish up. He was eager to start up already!

Draze drew his sword with a ringing of sharpened steel.
Then he charged at Sho, both hands clasping the hilt to hold the blade diagonally in front of him in a deadly charge!

He was awaiting something spontaneous, and Draze delivered as he suddenly rushed Sho. The brown haired Shinigami grinned lopsidedly and jumped, spinning and drawing his blade at the same moment, slashing down and locking blades with Draze as he landed. He raised a foot and kicked at Draze's sternum, aiming to knock the breath out of him.

Draze grinned as Sho jumped to block his blow. As theother student landed, and raised a foor to kick, Draze executed his new idea. Slashing with his sword, metal rang against metal as the two blades slid against each other, until, with a clink, Draze's sword caught Sho's under the tip at the end. Draze continued with the slashing momentum, and brought Sho's sword slicing down where his outretched foot would be, and embedded it deep into the ground. He then jumped back, and raised his sword overhead for a deadly slice.

The block was a good one. Sho's foot was almost taken off , but he jumped again, using the leverage Draze's sword gave him to land on his sword then launch himself at Draze by yanking on the hilt. As he flew at Draze, he slashed with his sword wildly, his mind slipping off into almost a berserker state, eyes glazed over and pain receptors almost completely unresponsive.

Sho performed a savage retaliation, and Draze was defenseless! He had thought that embedding Sho's sword in the ground would work, but the other student had merely stepped on Draze's sword, even as he lifted it. Draze refused to let go, and nearly had his fingers broken supporting the other student. Sho yanked his blade out from the ground, then fell towards Draze, bringing it swinging over his head as his face twisted with rage.
Draze couldn't support the weight anymore, dropped his sword and himself, and tried to roll to the side. Hopefully the loss of footing would mess up Sho's attack, and Draze would be able to reach his sword.

Sho was disoriented at the sudden shift in his center of gravity as Draze dropped his blade. Without warning, it jolted to a stop, the point of the blade sticking in the floor. Sho fell forward, but stayed close to Draze's blade, grinning as he pointed a finger at the rolling Draze and uttered, "Hado number 4, White Lightning!"

Draze stopped rolling just in time to see Sho point a finger at him. Reflexivly, he called out a basic counterspell.
"Bakudo Number 8, Repulse!"
Hoping this would prove sufficient, he reached forward to rab the hilt of his sword and yank it from the floor.