Rahotekon vs Number 8

The wind would howl on this beautiful starry night a spark would ignite in the distance. Than a bright flash and Rahotekon would be standing in a crater, he would look around his eyes golden he would breath and fire would release he would look around, and wait for his opponent.

~Eight would walk onto the battlefield with a sense of familariality. His Division Captian cloak would sway in the wind as Eight entered. His Zanpaktō would clink against his leg as he walked. Eight's brow was crinkled with anger and business stress. Eight had a book on swordplay in his hands as he walked right past the boy. Trapped in the compelling knowledge of the book, Eight would make it to a nearby tree stump and sit down.~

He would see the figure from across the way and wondered if this was Number 8. He would scratch his hand and scales would fall off he would slowly walk towards eight and he waited for him to make his move.

~As the boy came closer to Eight, Eight would have no knowledge of him even being there. Continuing to read, the bright sunlight would gleam off of Eight's body like a disco ball. Eight would flip the page.~

He would sense that eight wasn't aware of him and this would surprise him, and scare him his eyes would shine brightly like the sun on that hot day, he would slowly keep walking forward and approach eight speaking low and deep.

"Are.. You... Number Eight?"

He would wait for the response.

~Eight's brow would crinkle even further. He hated being interrupted from reading, but no one new that but him. Closing his book with one hand, Eight would look up and at the man. His glance was cold.~

"Take a picture.. It will last longer."

His eyes would take in all that he saw and he smirked a little this foe would finally be a challenge he would draw his blades but then retracted them it wasn't a smart move he would back away cracking his neck.

"I am here for a fight Shadow sent me..."

He would remove his glove exposing the one hand that had no flesh on it just the white of bone no muscle sinew veins or nothing, a black drop would fall off the index finger and he would wait for eight.

~Seeing the boy's blades, Eight would smile. Blades were pointless against him. Looking this kid up and down, Eight would stand to his feet. Eight's Division Captain's robe blew around in the wind that would creep around the battlefield.~

"Shadow Uchiha sent you..? Well.. It seems that he has sent you to your demise.."

Aa black pool would appear emptyness would just be within. He would put his glove back on converting the bone his eyes would flare up blood red and his aura would flare up and the ground beneath him would began to crack and crumble.

"Yes...He has...and I have come to terms with death before I am not scared of you.."

The pool would began to move and wave a hand would appear out of the pool and he would curl his hand into a fist and it would shut he would than back up and cough up fire and wait for eight.

~Eight's stressfully crinkled brow would lighten as a smile creeped upon his metallic face. His Zanpakutō would unsheathe itself and float inches in front of Eight. Grabbing onto the hilt of the blade, the ground behind Eight would be blown away by a massive Riatsu Pressure. His robe would flap rapidly in the burst of pressure. (it created a large amount of dust behind Eight) Eight would look towards the man with a rabid smile on his face.~

"You're telling me that you accept that I am going to kill you..?"

His mind would race the soul inside him fighting his will he would tense up and the black thick liquid would flow out of his hand anger would swell within him. His eyes would turn black as night than back to blood red.

"Being the essence of death itself...I do..."

A deep blue fire would ignite within him blue flames would lick at the edge of his sleeves he would than put his hand to the ground a great tremor would surge through the land and the black substance would begin to move.

"Your move...."