Who Has The Better Shot

The streets of Karakura town bustled, busy with life and the like. People walking to and fro as they went about their daily business. Cars driving though the street, turning left and right at odd intersections, people walking en masse across the pedestrian crossing whenever they were given the right of way. Though the most notable would be the almost static like sound of all the jumbled voices together. How did they even hear themselves think? The environment was way too polluted and crowded for the liking of Annabelle, who had already made her way out of the city to a forest some few kilometers away. She couldn't train there, not in that concrete jungle. At least not without drawing attention to herself, and that meant the creepy old Mod Soul she'd met when she first came to Japan. There was also the second one, mod souls seemed to have a trend of having weird and odd personalities. Either way it didn't matter, right now she was trying to get hit.

The black haired Quincy jumped around in black leggings, and a red gym shirt with black and white runners on her feet, dodging deftly as the jacked, buff, spartan armour wearing warriors came at her, shield and sword in hand. Yes, she was training, trying to reach the peak of the Mountain she was climbing. Olympus, she was going to become a God. These lovely men chasing her were her guards and current mentors left behind by her mysterious benefactor and... master? She wasn't sure what to call the woman, but she'd given her a chance to accomplish what she had come here to do and she was going to do it.

Her train of thought was distracting to her, causing her to move just a tad slower at this point in time as she made to slip left and avoid the on coming sword strike. Alas she wasn't all in the clear as a few strands of hair fell into the wind and small scarlet line appeared across her right cheek. She scoffed and jumped back putting distance between her and her attackers. She wasn't used to fighting barehanded. She'd been taught to use a knife, but still she was better at a range. It was for that reason only that she was going through all this. She needed to be able to fight with or without her shotgun.

"You're slowing, focus more or you could really end up hurt."

A sarcastic smirk appeared on her face, "Glad to see you care so much, but I don't remember asking for your opinion."

The young Quincy ran towards her opponents full speed her body hung low and ready to react at a moments notice. When the first sword swing came from her left she pulled up sharply, sinking her heels into the ground but moving her upper body in such away that the momentum would carry over into her entering a spin move from right to left on the balls of her feet. Her left hand which was now extended grabbed onto his wrist as her right found itself grasping his elbow.  Her following movements were sharp and quick. Her left hand twisted his wrist farther than it was mean to go causing him to drop the sword, simultaneously both her hands pushed upward and pulled forwards yanking his shoulder out of the socket. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the other one coming over to save the day. She used the new found flexibility and reach of the dislocated arm to turn herself even further behind her captive in order to use him as a human shield. Luckily he brought his shield up in time and saved himself from being impaled as she pushed him forward into the attack. She took that moment of surprise to release her grip on him and place a hard stomping kick into the small of his back in an attempt to put him down for the remainder of the fight and push the other one away at the same time. As they both went crashing she chuckled, "You're slowing, focus more... or you really will die." The final words were cold and ruthless, if this was as far as they could take her in strength she really would kill them. She had no need for the weak on her path to glory.