Temp vs Jushiro

Yes, the crowd roared very fiercely like some species of pig. To Tyrone all of these watchers of the upcoming fight sounded absolutely retarded. Darkness was surrounding that guy that was forced to listen to these imbeciles and it wasn't a wonder that he was about to scream bloody murder while awaiting the beginning of the fight scheduled. Yes, his eyes were all angered for their irritation was getting to him. Some trigger flicked off in his mind on how he was going to accidently hit the audience somehow or another. Plainly, the dark skinned man was shrouded in darkness perfectly as his skin and clothes felt like matching it. Currently, the Sotaicho would be 20 meters away from a 20 meter wide and high gate leading into the stadium at the end of a darkened tunnel. Seeing how the boyo couldn't use many Shunpo he wasn't trying to use a quick pace or whatever to get into his fight. Nope, once he was an inch away from the gate it'd all be clear to him. Yes, his gate had all these little square holes that were a foot wide and high and pretty much let him see the stadium before he went in. Coincidentally the appearance of the Shinigami would be revealed while he was inside the tunnel still. Positioned exactly in front of the guy called The Jackal he would have his face enlightened. Perhaps "enlightened" wasn't a good way to put it since he was black though. Anyhow, his skin shined at least and his yellow eyes would do the same to reflect off of the shining sun that would cover the stadium and reflect itself. Keeping a calm demeanor the figurine of Tyrone that was left unknown currently had his hair flowing nicely in a a slight breeze that constantly revealed his battle ready eyes.

Finally, the creature residing in the endless abyss would make some attempt to enter the arena. To his left side and in the left palm of the Sotaicho there would be a Zanpakuto called Boreas located. Beautiful as it was with spiritual energy on it to make it as powerful as a Shikai the Zanpakuto wouldn't be made to do much except trail along the farthest edges of the gate before it. Making a full square in the air the Zanpakuto would cut through the wall surrounding the gate and make it disconnected from it. Once the gate was disconnected it would fall down to The Jackal 10 meters away being in a slow motion that anyone could dodge. Though, the gates would have a hole that fit The Jackal perfectly and he wouldn't even be touched by the gate as the hole in the gate centered to the middle would just fall down over him. The Zanpakuto that had cleaved the way into the arena for Tyrone had been gripped tightly in the left hand now and had it's blade facing forward. Done! Tyrone had escaped his cell and was prepared for battle and such without any harm done to anybody yet. Now that he had perhaps provoked the combatant before him he'd have a smile on his face that showed his being obtaining entertainment. Fully extended, the smile would reveal all of his pretty teeth of white that matched his white Captain's cloak. Seeing how the cloak covered the entire body there wasn't much else to say about Tyrone's appearance besides his black pants or whatever the Captains of Soul Society wear. But the opponent was noted to be sporting nothing that interested the Sotaicho. The Sotaicho was aware that he was supposedly fighting a strong person now, too. It'd be interesting to see what this strong person had to say about fighting a Sotaicho.

Personally, the Sotaicho held no mental expectations for his fellow strong being presented to him in this arena. Why would he? His Sotaicho status compared to this unknown worm's surely didn't compare. One could say the man was off guard because of his physical expectation that the being before him was just weak and nothing more. Though, due to the frailty of the creature that was in front of the Sotaicho much play could be had. Indeed, it was decided that Tyrone would just plain out mess around with his toy that had been gift wrapped all nicely to him. Perhaps, the Sotaicho could even teach the boyo before him a lesson or two. Usually, the old man had no need for such feelings unless they benefited him. But, this situation was very beneficial to Mr. Leventis. Firstly, he'd be getting some entertainment. Secondly, he was training his spiritual brethren somehow. Thirdly, there was a belief grasped in the mental process of Tyrone that led him to fight for something. Now, Tyrone doesn't know everything. So, this hidden desire that was inside him pushed him to somehow fight because he'd gain some sort of peculiarity. Finally, the top ranked man in Soul Society would speak to The Jackal that was still 10 meters away and in reach of his voice hopefully.

"Hey, I'm Tyrone Leventis and I guess we're going to fight. Who are you? I hope we can have a good learning experience Mr. Unknown! Can I attack firrrrrssst?"Not much was to be said between fighters and so in the midst of shouting Tyrone had a fairly discreet tone of a snake. Considering the roars of the crowd and how far away his opponent was the voice was a great shout that had surpassed the voices of the crowd in loudness. Even though such intensity was shown the smile throughout his entrance had remained on Tyrone. Except, the blade of Tyrone still carried it's fierce ignition of spiritual energy that helped make it as strong as a Shikai. Perhaps that revealed something? Who cares? That color from the Zanpakuto would fade from the weapon to indicate that some greetings were to take place now. Because greetings shouldn't be hostile but instead respectful it was only natural that the blade prepared for battle had receded it's power compared to a Shikai.

(You jumped when something was falling down on you. Your other actions wouldn't occur and you would have a new position from the jump.)

Apparently, the Wolfgang Jakkalera guy had decided to jump back and up to the first hard bar on the gate that had been coming down near him. Seeing how he had decided to propel himself towards a bar quite fiercely the impact made him instantly ruin his brain and kill him. Obviously, all sorts of blood and nasty items would be forced to spill from the lifeless body. Every single material in Wolfgang's head would fall out and on to the arena. Perhaps some would attach to the gate that was used for the killing too. Anyhow, while his simple first action killed the adversary before him the Sotaicho would already be moving himself prior to the movement of the Wolfgang fellow that made him jump. To feign honor and respect the Sotaicho had decided to use Shunpo whilst weaving his body to the sides so all dangers avoided him. While doing his Shunpo and executing it along with all of his placements in his position Tyrone made sure to keep himself away from his dangerous gate and not to touch it by any means necessary. Yes, the gate was most likely covered in all sorts of nasty blood and innards that the Sotaicho wouldn't wish to touch. He'd go to great lengths to not touch the gate he had launched previously and his actions could even include jumping into the holes to avoid it. Nonetheless, the Shunpo would be directed to the front of Wolfgang and would make Tyrone be two feet away from the Arrancar. Almost like he was praising himself or examining his work the Shinigami just stared towards the position of his opponent with his usual grin.

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