Okuda was caught off guard somehow, be it her spiritual pressure change or her sudden speed. He did not expect it as his face was suddenly grasped by the woman. He was not sure why but she was dragging him through the Soul Society, talking about taking him back to the academy. With his free hand he tried to pull her hand off his face, though he failed quite obviously since she was stronger than him, that much was certain. He refused to give in though, instead he gripped his sword tightly and knew that the only way to be free of this wretched woman was to defeat her in a fight.
Okuda then suddenly drew his zanpakuto, swinging it hard at the woman’s wrist as it flew from the scabbard. He was going to remove her very hand if he needed to. Okuda was not going to be dragged around like a child’s plaything by anyone, that much he knew right off the bat. If he was able to free himself from her grip he would jump a few meters back, if he had cut her hand off he would take the severed hand from his face and toss it aside.
His eyes glinted, yellow with the signs of his Inner Hollow eager to fight this woman. He knew that the Inner Hollow did not like anyone trying to boss it around...outside of Asahi. His eyes were that of a skilled killer, someone who spent more than his fair share of time on the battlefield, wallowing in the blood and other fluids of war. Okuda then decided that for this fight he would show no mercy at all, he then gripped the blade of his Zanpakutō by the base of its blade and stared at the woman.
“Remember...you asked for this woman...Scorch the Earth, Asahi!
” His Zanpakutō then began to glow red hot before suddenly taking on the form of a blade being forged still, its blade glowing red with its spine looking crusted and unpolished. He then took his hand from the blade and held it in front of his face, concentrating a bit. Soon however his face and hand were engulfed in black flames, his Hollow mask being formed suddenly, his pupils gold with black conjunctiva. He spoke not a word as he suddenly disappeared from sight, leaving only small whisps of flames where he had stood before.
He let loose a mighty swing from his blade. He wasted no time with this woman, his blade itself lit aflame, he wanted to show her who she had chosen to attack in such a poor and uncouth manner. He did not care what he was, he was a monster to himself. He hated the fact that his very spirit was tainted by the Hollow and the fact the woman was daring to say otherwise only angered the man more.
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