~Eight would walk onto the battlefield with his white flame cloak on. His body would shine and gleam off of the sunlight as he looked around the area. To the right, was Kaleb, and the left, Kichiro. As Eight made his entrance, his eyes would shift over the battlefield once more. He had a strange feeling that something weird was going to happen.~
"...are you skilled with your Zanpakutō..?"
~Eight was curious. The other man with the sword intregued him in a way. He aswell hasn't seen the heat of battle since his last encounter with Dante Kuchiki. Dante hadn't yet figured out how to achieve Bankai, it was still on Eight's mind as his left hand rested on the hilt of his sheathed blade. Eight had a Kitana, but it would soon change shape entirely in battle.~