Let it flow.

The day was coming to its peek as the noon sky casts of the clouds ahead, Reaper stood under a large tree board and was looking for a break in the long day. Reaper was the leader of the shinigami but like every one he becomes board and a fight was the right tool to break him out of the prison called boredom but as of right now no one was willing to help, so Reaper began to pour his power out like the calling card for any one willing to answer the call to arms.

Sangre smiled, as he was in range to feel this massive outburst of energy. It seemed he had a powerful opponent today. A worthy one. It felt like a shinigami. LOVELY! He'd get to end a Shinigami life for the first time in Two Thousand Years! Wasnt this just a great day? Nothing better than awakening from your Two Thousand Year slumber, be crowned Ruler of the Arrancar, AND extinguish a Shinigami life! However this wouldnt be easy - it wasnt a normal Shinigami. It wasn't a Captain. Perhaps...No...it couldnt be...

Sangre was now curious as to what this Shinigami was. Surely not a vizard, he smelt no hollow on him. Surely not a rogue, he felt pure. It couldnt be the Captain Commander...could it? No matter, Sangre would know in due time anyway. He slashed his hand horizontally and created a Gargantua, which tore through the fabric of space-time. He didnt feel like walking to the Shinigami, he'd instead teleport there. Easy. No stress on his legs. He stepped into the swirling darkness and appeared behind the Shinigami. Sangre let a smile escape from his lips.

Ah, a Shinigami Sangre said with a smile How nice it is to finally see one. Your kind looks...the same. It's been two thousand years... Sangre said as he began to chuckle. This Shinigami probably knew who he was - as no Arrancar could be this powerful and be deemed an ESPADA. Sangre knew he was in for one hell of a battle, though this would also be a great learning experience for him. He would see how this new age of Shinigami handled things, as things are once again fairly new to him.

Reaper stood with his head tilted as he felt a massive surge in power, one that Reaper only felt when he was a human but as a shinigami it felt more pure to him which did not surpized him. The wind seemed blow with a joyful feeling almost as if beings were playing tag and missing wildly. A voice spoke out to him passively but directly at the same time, Keeping his back to the being and spoke with a demonic tone almost beyond what a shinigami should sound like. "My name is Reaper Jones and i am the captain commander of the Shinigami might i ask your name before you die?"

Sangre's smile faded. What a pathetic shinigami. He's strong, however he's too cocky. Sangre hated people like this, asking for their name, and stating they will die anyway. Pfft. He's going to be the one to die - however it was proper formalities to always introduce yourself. So that is what sangre decided to do, no matter what. Not even the knot inside of his stomach stopped him. ...I am Sangre Amo - Leader of the Arrancar. First Los Tres Reyes. You - i do not care about, you arrogant Shinigami. Sangre said as he spat in his face.

Quickly after the spit flew, Sangre sonido'd behind him and lunged his hand straight at his lower back. He had tried to dive his hand - which was going at him like one would do to a hi-5, however just pointing for his back, and much more stiff. He wanted the first blood to show - and he wanted the first blood to show now. Blood was orgasmic to him! Blood was everything! Blood was life! Blood was death! Blood is Sangre! Master is Amo! Sangre Amo is the Blood Master!

Reaper smiled as he stuck a cord, Reaper was good at pushing buttons and this seemed to be his. As he spoke Reaper readied for the attack that would come from, and like clock work Sangre attack first was spit the second he charged the distance he was from Reaper was short but not one to be worried about. "Sangre Amo you say?" Reaper spoke as he side stepped the attack to his back with such speed that it left a after image, Reaper could have split him in half for such a dum attack but he wanted to see how far he could push those lovely buttons of the leader of the Arrancar.

Reaper landed about seven feet behind his attacker, not fearing a second attack began to think of at lest four counter for any attack that my come but first he wanted to toy with him a bit more seeing as the name gave away what his power could be, Reaper want to see if what he thought was right. " Sangre Amo means blood master am i right? Así que su poder es el control de la sangre? Algunas veces los nombres de hacer más daño a continuación te alaben.(So your power is the control of blood? Some times names do more to harm you then praise you.)" Reaper knew this would make him smile or further enrage him but Reaper wanted to see how for he could enrage some one the like of him.

Sangre laughed at the Shinigami - such a miscalculation on his part. Or so he wanted him to believe. Whatever the matter - Sangre would tell him it's really not. He couldnt afford for him to know his true power - not yet at least. The time for that would come, and until then his power must remain a secret. He would not under any circumstances tell him his power, even if he had already guessed it. So, he played along with his own little speil.

Blood Master? Control over blood? My my, sir, arent you terribly wrong. You wish to know my power? Do you really want to? Then i shall tell you. My power allows me to destroy insignificent shinigami like yourself whenever i will to do so Sangre said, smiling at the shinigami. He knew he would dodge his initial attack - he just needed this as a test - to see where this shinigami stands. And so far, he has his answer for his speed. Next he needs to see the Shinigami's own strength. Then later, it would be his own defense.

Reaper was glade to hear the jeer Sangre spoke in, the day seemed to pass more quickly now that there was some activity Reaper stood as one with no fear as he spoke and Reaper wanted to play to this. "Well well, if that is your power then maybe i should run with such a power like yours." Reaper turned his back to Sangre " Better yet, i have a better idea." Reaper turned to his side with a outstretched hand palm facing forward. "Hadō #33 Sōkatsui." Even with out the spell the power and speed was beyond most and at the same level of the Kido Corps commander, the distance was not going to help Sangre but he knew that it would not do much maybe just a burn him what ever the out come Reaper had a plan.

The taunting tones in Reapers voice he loved the thought of a smart enemy, but did he really know the threat he was facing due to Reaper and his state of mind. This would be a hard hitting fight but more so it would be one of wits.

The Kidou flew and hit Sangre, making a large cloud of dust. Sangre was very well hidden among it, and had a few seconds to spare. What would his next attack be? Possibly a Bala...maybe...hmm...maybe a Cero? Cero Doble? Yes, Cero Doble sounded quite nice to him. Sangre soindo'd out of the cloud of dust and was high up in the air, far above the Shinigami. He smiled as he tried to be as silent as he could. He reached out his hands, and opened up his palms. He aimed both hands at the Shinigami and two ceros began to charge.

They first started at about the size of a marble. Though a black smoke engulfed them and they began to grow in size. They slowly - little by little grew. They stopped growing at about the size of an average basket ball. Two black balls on Sangre's hand, glowing red. This Cero Doble would be devastating - even if it hit the Captain or not. He didnt need a hit - he just needed to hit in that general-area. So like a rifle, his arms shot back, as the cero blasted from his palms.

Sangre smiled as he felt the energy flow out from his palms. This feeling was typically weird - having energy leave your body. Its intentions were to hurt - so one would call it evil energy. Having all this 'evil' energy leave Sangre's body felt good - though at the same time it felt as though he was missing something. Of course he was missing energy - as he just shot a Cero doble at his enemy! This would be the basis of the whole 'arrancar vs. shinigami". this would determine the stronger of the two races. Sangre could only hope he would pull through and be the victor.

Reaper noticed the movements in the smoke by following Sangre's reiatsu, tracking was a skill learned when a shinigami joins the second division its uses are invaluable but more so when gaining the upper hand on ones attacker. Reaper was keeping a count in his head waiting for right time to set off his counter but he knew it would have been met with equal power. Reaper readied his self as Sangre flew high above him Reaper spoke swiftly."Bakudō #61, Hadō #54." Reaper waited till Sangre made his move which seemed to be dual cero's which at the hight point before its fired Reaper used Utsusemi to flank Sangre during the firing of his attack.

Leaving a living after image Reaper suppressed his power to appeared one foot from the right elbow of Sangre while he was locked in the blast, the after image would take the form of being hit but more importantly Reaper finished what he spoke earlier completing the spells while this small window of attack was open."Rikujōkōrō, Haien." The first was a binding spell which if it connected would pin Sangre freezing his body the second would be the killing blow should it connect, Reaper waited till the attack was at full power and had been fired which would leave him unable to counter do to his attack no one is that powerful to rip free from a powerful attack. As the yellow bars began to close in and the purple blast began to fly from his palm Reaper readied his free hand on the skull at his hip reading for any thing should this point blank attack should miss.

Sangre smiled. This shinigami was smart, though he wasnt smart enough. He thought he had sangre - though Sangre was as free as a bird. How this shinigami had miscalculated made Sangre smile a great big smile. A Garganta appeared at Sangre's feet, and having nothing to stand on, Sangre fell straight into the Garganta. He appeared about 12 feet away from the Shinigami, smiling.

Never underestimate the wits and power of your enemy, understand shinigami? Sangre said as he drew his Zanpakutou and got into battle stance. One foot in front of the other, slightly to the right. One hand on the hilt, and one resting still on the blade itself. He slowly raised his left hand, and his hollow hole was gaping at the enemy. A quick and powerful bala was shot, and Sangre made sure to scatter the bala all around the enemy. To the left, right, in the air, everywhere. He would have to get his by this. Of course he could stay un-harmed if he countered it with an attack of his own, though under pressure would he think of it? sangre wasnt too sure, though he was smiling as the binding and destruction spell had missed where his body once was.

Reaper did not care about the missed attacks as Sangre slipped into the fox hole a poor attempt at out thinking Reaper although he would not mind playing with the idea but how to go about it. Reaper thought of one last kido a final bang before the blades become center stage, following Sangre trail as he exited twelve feet away holding his palm forward as Sangre took his battle stance blade drawn. As he raised his hand Reaper spoke. "Hadō #88. Hiryugekizokushintenraiho." The burst of massive electricity energy was eclipsing as the bala began to scatter they were met by it and were wiped away the second target was Sangre who standing only twelve feet would have very little time to speed away and the fox hole he used before would not save him. Reaper lowered his right hand to the skull and called his blade as the blast finished from his hand, from the mouth of the skull the handle of his blade came into view which Reaper rested his hand on.

As the wind blew and the blast sped to his foe, Reaper was worried about the attack landing or missing for as it my seem that Reaper wanted to test the blade of his foe but more so he wanted to get the real fight started."Well i say thats about the end of the warm up, lets get this fight started." Reaper yelled over the roar of his own attack keeping his same lifeless tone and look jesting one more time before he readied a rather tricky trap.