Sparring: seeing what can be learned from the youngster [sijel]

A green circle flashed in to existence and from its center stepped forth a female being. Her bubble gum pink hair had been cut in to a short pixie cut, brown eyes filled with a bored look as she surveyed the area. In her black martial arts gi, her knife hidden safelt in the sash around her waste, the desert of Nevadah took up the woman's sight. Who was she? None other then Kor-tatha, an arrancar recruited to the hollow knights in exchange for help she had recieve from Mana Asthavon.

Why would someone like her have come to the middle of nowhere though? Well, in order to test another being, a demon to be precise. It was simply to see this demon's skill and help them both improve, though Kor-tatha doubted she would learn much unless she focused on the areas of her powers in which she lacked true control. Well, she still had a couple of moments until their assigned meeting time, and she stood their, waiting for the demon to appear.

Sijel stood in the middle of the desert letting the dust kick up and fly wildly by him. He was slowly walking towards what he could only describe as his best guess to where he was supposed to go. He sent out a few butterflies to swarm around nearby check points which helped alot, but it looked as though he still had a long ways to go. He slung his head down as the heat began to get to him. He breathed heavy as he swallowed the last of his water.

He walked towards the a check point then looked beyond it to see a green glow dissipate. He assumed that was his target area and began to sigh in relief. He summoned a swarm of butterflies and they wrapped around him. His body seemed to disperse inside of the butterflies as they split up and travel towards the flames in seperate directions. As he traveled sijel thought back to the message he got from the stranger in the large dirty brown tarp. Butterfly wings that seemed to yank at something in his heart appeared on the guys back. This guy told him that someone who could help him attain his true abilities was waiting for him to appear in the middle of the nevadah desert in three hours.

Sijel didn't have enough time to ask the guy why he chose the nevada desert before he fell through the ground and fell in the middle of the desert itself. Next to him was a bottle of water and a walking stick wrapped in black and red thread. Hanging on that was a dirty black cloak like the other guy. Sijel stood up and murmured several curses under his breath as he took the stuff given to him by the man.

Now he was about to fight this...woman. Sijel looked through one of the waves of butterflies as they began to manifested behind her. It was a woman he was supposed to fight. Sijel rolled his eyes and clenched his fist. Woman were always known to him for being extreme bad asses when it came to fighting and stuff. At least from what he's seen and experienced from a visual point. He's never really fought one in person.

The butterflies diespersed and sijel was standing there with his hands on his knees as he regained himself. It wasn't everyday he did that and he would've rather shadow jumped in preference. He looked up and regained his composer as he figured he'd gained his opponents attention.