Generic training #1 [Training]

The sun was already looming at the horizon, lighting up the sea with a soft, orange glow. It was then that she stopped walking. The beach was massive by all means. And here, well, here she was completely alone. She frowned softly, questioning why, like the rest of the beach, it wasn't built for tourism. But, by any means, she wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth. A soft breath came from her as she pulled off the duster coat, throwing it in the sand. It was warm, after all. So, fullbringers, hollows and shinigami. How did this work again?

The sand flared up around her as her reiatsu gave a massive flare. Softly, a deep black smoke secreted from her eyes. So this was how it worked. That should get attention at least.

It took a few minutes. But soon, a sort of paper sliding door appeared in front of her. And two figures, clad in black robes stepped out, looking around before their eyes settled on the woman before them. They exchanged looks with eachother, before back at Yeong. "Who are you?" One asked. She tilted her head, curiously so. It was true, after all. She wasn't the only one. "It doesn't matter," the other male took a step infront of the first one. "She's the cause, we take her. The captain'll know what to do with her."

The following attack was one that affirmed Yeong's suspicions. These men were perfectly attuned to eachother. Experienced in fighting together, complementing eachother and safeguarding eachother's flaws. A blade whistled towards her throat, another move to stab her through the gut. In one swift movement, she broughy Dutiful Dignity up to deflect the blow for her throat, metal scraping against metal as sparks flew off. At the same time, she sidestepped the stab for her gut, arm circling around the shinigami's and pulling it upwards, twisting it just enough to dislocate his shoulder. Her blade scraping past the one aimed for her throat. She in turn aimed a slice at one of the shinigami's faces. Before a hand against her wrist stopped the slash right there, before she was completely pushed back. Still no real damage caused. "Shit," Hinata murmured. "Rin-" the other shinigami shook his head, rushing forwards again with a flurry of attacks, causing Yeong to parry and dodge, dancing around the attacks.

And after several of the strikes, she was used to his attack pattern, his speed. She could finally properly read his footwork. She slammed Dutiful Dignity into his defense hard enough to let this Rin open his defense. Swiftly, her hand grasped for Fabled Dignity now, the large Nodachi that had formed and swung it overhead with one arm, body twisting along.

With a squirt of blood, the blade jammed into the man's shoulder. And with the sound of bone shattering and flesh tearing, the pristine white blade was driven deeper and deeper down. Blood squirted across an emotionless face, over a sweating body and, unfortunately, in amber, feline eyes.

She staggered back and blinked momentarily, trying to wipe the blood away, leaving Fabled Dignity lodged inside Rin, who dropped backwards on the floor, lifelessly so. Blood pooling around him. She heard the soft rustling of sand under heavy steps, before a loud, vengeful cry.

Having no idea where the blow came from, Yeong could only roll to the side, feeling cold metal slice through her hip as she did, calling out in pain herself. The wound wasn't too severe, despite it being painful. It only meant an impaired movement. And she finally managed to clear the blood from her eyes, looking up to the sheen of a blade that was aimed to split her head in two. Instead of dodging, or even attempting to parry, she threw herself forward, Dutiful Dignity pointed upwards to slide through the shinigami's chest.

A struggle of two starving predators, starving for power. Struggling for their respective survival. The thing was strong. She could almost hear her ribs crunch when the thing smacked the back of it's palm towards her. A monster that was twice her height. Way stronger.. And even faster? She flew across the beach, smacking against the side of a cliff, which cracked behind her back, causing her to come to a halt. A wad of saliva was forced out along her breath as she was brought to a halt rather abruptly, before dropping down in the sand. Blacking out for just a second. Yeong slammed one fist in the ground and pushed herself up, wiping her chin with the back of her hand, gasping for breath before coughing.

A trickle of blood rolled down her neck, dripping down from her long, raven hair. She looked up. But now, it wasn't one of those monsters. There were two. And a third one trickled in from existence. She arched an eyebrow and pushed herself to her feet with a soft breath. "Ttong," she breathed softly. But, without a second through, she pulled the two swords from her back and charged forward. Right back into the thick of battle.

It didn't take her expertise to tell her she would lose here. She felt a chomp on her shoulders. One of the creatures had bitten her, causing her to release a blood curdling cry of pain, one loud enough to make the hollows back off. Hell, some of them were sent flying, even. (Banshee's screech)