His haori fell around ankle level. each step took, made the uniform dance around his structure. It was an offcial material. only one of captain level would possesse such a uniform, their statues were to be made one that a person could not rival. His hand fell onto the sheath around his hip. the saya, was a tent-crimson with the handle identical in appearance. His common, narrow eye'd feature was no different. His free-hand, fell limp within the content of his uniform.
"Kuchiki Byakuya. I wonder how far your strength has fallen. I wonder, if the noble family of kuchiki is worthy of their praise. or if their praise is only a tale. I suppose such will be told in this spar. I expect the best from you." His lips were inches apart. his current form, took in a small inhale. his thumb, of the paticular hand that fell onto the sheath. was position onto the saya, the small length that made the connection between the two bodies. The sun-lit area was dim. the star of flame, began a decent. It would soon turn from the afternoon. into night.
Let the war-commence." OOC: I'd like to keep the post limit open. I'm not one to set a rule for that. I mean, I would not prefer a short post. but not one that will flood the room, if that is okay with you.