fandomhigh | Building a Better Fighter [Week 4, Period 5]; Thursday 06/07

Heyyyy, Kenpachi wasn't looking nearly as battered and bandaged up as he usually did when he came lumbering into the Danger Shop. He, however, did not see this is a good thing. HAnds behind his back, Yachiru on his shoulder, he paced in front of the students as he talked.

"Weapons," he said. "Nothing more than a tool, like a fork, a wrench, a pulley. I've noticed that many of you use weapons; I, myself, have a sword." At this point, Kenpachi reached behind him; the rough, broken edges of his long katana scratched against the scabbard as he pulled it out, the brittle teeth making sounds not unlike fingernails down a chalkboard. He grinned maliciously as he held it out in front of him, took a moment to run his tongue along the jagged edge, savouring the taste of blood for a moment. "Most warriors will tell you how important it is to maintain your weapon, how important it is to maintain a relationship with a weapon. That the warrior and the weapon are one whole, that they share a bond, that together they can fight to be stronger."

With a dramatic shout that would definitely wake up anyone who'd been dozing off, he jammed the sword into the floor of the Danger Shop's faux dojo. The thin weapon waggled back and forth from the release of pressure as he left it there. "I say that's rubbish. I prefer to use a sword not because I feel a special connection with it. You can see that I don't even take care of my sword. But it still cuts. That's the important part. It is a tool to assist us. As long as it does its job, that's all that matters."

"Now." With a grunt, Kenpachi pulled the sword back out of the floor and rested it on his shoulder. His other one, not the one with Yachiru on it. "Today, we're going to talk. Disagree with me? Fine. Whatever. Agree with me? Good. And after the discussion has hopefully gotten us riled up...we're going to play. After the discussion, there is a ridiculous amount of any weapon imaginable that you can play with. Try something new; see how other tools work. If you're used to a sword, pick up a boomerang. If you're used to a gun, which, might I add, is a weapon I loathe more than anything else, try an axe. Try a freakin' spoon, for all I care. Just try something different. There are practise dummies to work against. Or, if you're feeling really bold..." Kenpachi flashed them all his trademark grin of insanity. "I offer myself as someone to try your new tools on."

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Kenpachi had to laugh a little. Not necissarily unkindly, although it might sound that way. He figured it was better to let out the energy in a laugh to help him hold back his own urge to shake his arm out like that. It wasn't easy, though; he had to at least clench and unclench his fist a little. Damn.

Molly gripped the mace tightly in both hands and ran at Kenpachi again. She lifted the mace over her head and tried to smash him with it, trusting either his skills or the Danger Shop to save him.

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Or how about his insanely ridiculous resilience? Kenpachi braced himself firmly for the pummel; just as he expected, it hit him, and it hit him hard enough to send him back, feet dragging into the dojo floor for a moment before his massive body took a tumble on the floor and into the wall. The whole faux building shook on the impact, and he pushed himself up, swaying. And laughing, wiping away the blood leaking from the corner of his mouth down his chin. He'd bit his tongue, it seemed, in all that.

"You went for the light weapon, I see," he commented, jovially, before charging forward and bringing back his fist, ready to return the favour to Molly.

"Oh frell," said Molly in a small voice as Kenpachi charged her. Both arms tingling from the second blow, she dropped the mace and put her hands in front of her to try and catch the punch.

Or, just absorb some of the impact which is what ended up happening as Kenpachi's fist struck her hands. Molly let out an "oof" as the blow landed and she went flying backwards. After all, super strength or not, she was still a small girl.

Molly landed on her back on the floor, momentarily stunned.

Fully charged by the impact, Kenpachi was charging forward again to take full advantage of the stunned moment, and would have met Molly with another full-on blow if it weren't for a little pink haired Lueitenant leaping forward and diverting his path a little.

"Ken-chan, no! We're just letting them practise weapons, we are not full on fighting them!" She promptly kicked him in the face, and then, perched on his shoulder, bowed to the girl. "Sorry about that, Mutant Molly; Ken-chan gets carried away. Go ahead and hit him again if you'd like." She bounced out of the way and Kenpachi was gingerly rubbing his cheek.

"Thanks, Yachiru," Molly said with a grin as she got back up on her feet.

Circling Kenpachi, she picked up the mace and moved to stand in front of him again. With a two-handed grip on it, she charged and swung it like a baseball bat this time.

And it hit a lot harder than a baseball bat, that was for sure. Kenpachi tried to keep from being smacked back again, but the effort was really futile and he was feeling it in his bones this time, too. He thought he might have heard something crack. Good thing they had plenty of supplies for patching gigais back at the house. "Now this is almost not fair," he smirked, with an idle glance toward Yachiru before rushing toward Molly again. And, yes, he had every intention of taking this beating. He hadn't had a beating like this since...well, ever. The whole thing with Kurosaki was an entirely different beating. He wasn't going to stop until his body said so; good thing his body had communication problems.

Molly had enough time to pull the mace back into the batter position as Kenpachi rushed toward her. When he got close enough, she took another swing.

Nearly the same attack lead to nearly the same results. Kenpachi went tumbling back again; Yachiru stood on the sidelines with her hands over her eyes, peeking through her fingers. This was going to be such a pain to fix later...

"Am I doing okay with the mace?" Molly asked curiously as she waited for Kenpachi to get up. "Is there a specific technique I should be using?"

And get up, Kenpachi did. He probably had a few more whacks left, but he did have to spit this time to extract the blood, not just wipe it away. "Never used a mace before myself," he admitted. "Seem to be doing all right by me, though."

Molly looked over at Yachiru with concern when Kenpachi spit blood. "Should I stop now? I just want to practice, not really fight."

Kenpachi barked a laugh. "Ha! This is nothing!"

"That is what I have to fix!" Yachiru countered, bouncing; she was feeling terribly torn. Ken-chan was having so much fun, she could tell, but so much work! Her arms flailed at her side. "I don't know!"

Molly sighed and hefted the mace again. "Okay then, Professor. Let's go." She rushed at Kenpachi and swung two-handed again.

Kenpachi quickly brought both his hands into position to block the swing, turning his body so the hit was centred. Bracing himself firmly, he was able to dig his feet into the floor enough to keep from budging too much before releasing the energy of the hold by jerking out his elbow to smack it into Molly.

Which threw Molly back again. At least she regained her feet quickly this time and held onto the mace.

Breathing deeply, she paused to consider her strategy. She knew if she ran at Kenpachi again, he'd do the same thing. So, she just waited to see what he would do.

Kenpachi only waited, grinning, for Molly's next move. When nothing seemed to happen, he asked, "Tired you out yet?"

"Not quite yet," Molly said. "I'm just trying to figure out what you'll do next."

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