He growled through his teeth, now clenched down, as he would shunpo so quick it hardly seemed that it was a shunpo. His blade in hand, he aimed his attack at the spine of Kenta and then dropped the attack completely before had ever made contact. He shunpo'd back and aimed the tip of the zanpaktou at Kenta the entire sword started glowisng a bright red color as a cero charged at the very tip. Suddenly, the red glow shot into the cero, building it into a incredibly large red ball of raitsu. In an instant, the cero blasted off into a giant beam of a attack, from the outside of the attack, it probily looked like a red hallway that stretched up to be eight feet high. If the attack connected, it could possibly kill Kenta.
Back in the inner battle, Hinin and Mizaki were panting; both of their swords dropped below their normal attack stances. Suddenly, in a boost of speed they launched their attacks, raitsu flairing around each of them. They both let out low growls from their lips as the ground beneath them cracked and crushed under the weight of the sheer power lurking in their blades alone. Images of when Hinin had been in the soul society started to flash through his mind. He was going to find out why they had abbandoned him so long ago. He remembered his friends and those he considered family. He remembered the pride he had when defeating one of those hollows attacking innocent children. They moved closer to each other, almost to the entire attack. Hinin remembered how, when he was not on a mission for his wonderful division he was hanging out in the spa or chatting with his friends. He let a single tear fall from his face as his eyes locked on Mizaki now. He arched back and so did Mizaki. It would come down to who was the better, stronger fighter. Who had the greater will. Finnaly they were close enough to see the texture of each other's face and skin and eyes. A image flashed through his mind that scared him half to death even if he didn't show it. What if he did lose the fight? What would happen to him? Possesion? no he would not lose this battle. He wouldn't allow his friends to hurt because of him. His mind went black and the images of his mask appearing on his face. He remembered the power of the mask taking over, then he remembered what he figured it would be like being able to summon the mask to his own will and control himself. They were now behind each other and they were quiet for a long time.
Suddenly Hinin looked down to find blood drenching his intire hand and blade. There was blood smeared on his face as if the blood had splashed up on him. He realized it wasn't his blood that had drenched him; it was Mizaki's. Mizaki let a loud sigh and a slight chuckle under his breath. "Looks like your the victore, huh?" He coughed and let the zanpaktou in his hand fall to the ground. It seemed like forever before it finnaly touched the ground, like time stopped for an instant. He gave a thumbs up and then slowly faded into shadows and dissappearing into the wind.
Back in the real world, Hinin had completely stopped in his tracks. He just stood there looking like his soul had left his body. For a long time, he was silent then finnaly there was a crack in the armor. The skin fell down and only a mask was left. The mask turned to white crumbled powder in the air as Hinin fell down unconcious from the strain of the fight. The zanpaktou lay uselessly to his side and the fight was now....over.
