I'm a Visored

Her mood is unchanged, her face stoic. From her green eye's, dark lines stream like tears. "I do not care. You may die, Soul-Reaper." She disappears almost before your eyes. You wheel around, blocking the blade...at least she treats you as an equal despite the difference in power. Your footing in midair is slippery, at best. You slide, once more, back into the room.

The doors are thrown open, and instead of another ****, you find the same green haired woman. "Ulquiorra, that is enough." Her voice is calm, almost musical...it relaxes you somewhat. The woman, makes a derisive sound before sheathing her sword...no way it was a Zanpakutō.

"Fine...do as you please, Nelliel. He is, after all, your pet." As she passes, you lock eye's with her, unwilling to be stared down. "Be forewarned, Nameless Soul-Reaper...I will kill you if I sense you are trying to harm Lord Aizen."

'That's one scary broad, Partner.' Turning to face the new arrival, this Nelliel, you tap Atrum against your shoulder. 'Oy, oy, she's the broad who saved your life, Partner.'

"You spared me, huh? Are you making fun of me?"

"Killing is...distasteful, Jack."

"I would've killed you if I had the chance, Nelliel. If I sense any weakness I will take your life simply to prove that Visored, not Hollow, are the strongest species.

"You call yourself Visored...but you are wearing a Soul-Reapers clothes. Are you not mistaken?" The mask, your ace in the hole, appears in your free hand and you toss it to her. The mask itself resembles the a joker, one side smiling, one side frowning.

"I've got a Hollow living in me." She stared, silently, at the mask she is clutching before crushing it and tossing the rapidly disappearing pieces away. "I've struck a cord? And I thought we were getting along SO well."

"You are lucky. You possess the abilites of Hollow and Soul-Reaper. Proof that such a thing may exist...I envy you, Jack."

"Whatever. Just fight with me so I can get the hell outta here..."