fandomhigh | Building a Better Fighter [Week 1, Period 5]; Thursday 05/17

As the students settled into the Danger Shop, which looked like a suburban street in Tokyo, Kenpachi and all his massiveness came in with a billowing of his tattered, frayed captain's robes and stood before them with his arms crossed over his barrel of a chest. His eye scanned over the group, and he sneered. Pathetic. Almost every single one of them. Some...could have potential, but that would be left to be seen.

"Building a Better Fighter," he announced, a bit hoarsely, and he cleared his throat, rubbing at the bandage wrapped around it. "You are here because you are weak. You are here because you hope to not be weak. But some of you will always be weak. Don't be one of those people." He grinned now, something as sharp as his features, as deeply cut as the scars on his jagged face. Something...more than just a little bit psychotic.

"I'm going to skip all the getting-to-know-you bullcrap because I don't care. I might, if I feel you're worthy, but, right now, I don't. Make me care. Make me feel like you were actually worth naming."

"This is Yachiru." As if on cue, the little pink haired poked her head out and she waved with a bright smile at all the students. "She's here to help you. Or make your life more miserable. Which is also to be determined."

"This is your first task." A great, looming monster showed up beside Kenpachi, its colours distinctly black and white, its limbs distorted. It tilted back its head in a strange moan of a roar and then turned its eyes, dark and hidden behind a mask, to the students. "This is a Hollow. None of you, I've noticed, seem to be Shinigami and might never actually have to deal with one of these in reality. However, one of you..." Kenpachi's eyes went to the boy; he should know who he was, "...have managed to encountered them before. With the strange magic that is this room, however, you do not need to worry about being mundane in spiritual things in order to see them. To defeat a Hollow, you..."

There was a pause. "You know what? I'm not going to tell you how to defeat it. See if you can figure it out yourself. Get yourself 'killed,' and you're done. Don't want to see you in this room anymore until next week, where you will make up for your failure. Manage to defeat it or at least survive, then you're lucky."

Crossing his arms over his chest, he waited for the first student to step up and take the challenge.

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"Not good," Dawn decided, reloading the crossbow and firing at its heart this time. "Really not good," she said, backing up quickly, but not really looking where she was going.

Even if there wasn't a wall there before, there was one now as Dawn backed up into it, through the magic that was the Danger Shop. The Hollow took the bolt to the chest with little more then a shifting back as it hit, and sunk into the void. It crept closer to Dawn, savouring the anxiety it was feeling from her. It would make her much more tasty.

"Ohhhhhhh crap," Dawn said with feeling as she smacked into the wall, back of her head first. There wasn't time to run and the arrows didn't seem to be doing any good, so she pulled the knife and stood her ground.

The Hollow closed what little space still remained between itself and Dawn with a leap, head tilted back to reveal an open, sharp-toothed mouth, ready to bite into her neck.

"Hell no," Dawn whipped her head to the side, ducked and plunged the knife into where she thought the Hollow's abdomen would be before spinning away in an almost balletic movement, taking the knife with her.

The knife went in easily...too easily, as it was not stabbing in a way to do any damage to the ethereal form, but it did manage to sending the Hollow tumbling to the ground like a kicked dog. It scrambled up quickly to its feet, charging for Dawn again.

Dawn remembered what Buffy had taught her about girls and lower body strength being more effective, so as soon as the Hollow was close enough, she kicked out high with her leg and slashed down with the knife.

Then she tried to regain her balance before she fell over. There was a stumble or two, but she generally managed it.

The kick worked well against this low-standing Hollow, its head tilting up at the foot smashing into its chin, allowing for the downward slash to cut across its mask. It made a horrible sound, like nails on a chalkboard, as the blade created a small line in it. Not cutting it, but definitely marring the surface.

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