Pick Your Lover, Visored

'Oy, is that green haired chick supposed to be an Espada?' Glancing down from the sandy ridge at the woman you shrug. Atrum, your Zanpakutō, has a habit of shooting his mouth off in the middle of thoughts. 'What kinda--' You tap the large blade against your shoulder.

"You talk too much, Atrum..."

'You're my Master. Who do you think I get it from, eh, Jack?'

"Tsk..." Without a second thought you've already covered the distance between yourself and the woman. Body, close to the ground and Atrum readied you prepare to strike...but something is off. She has not noticed you, and you've made no try to hide yourself...a trap!

With another quick flash step you slide to a stop some fifteen feet away, a slight cut under your cheek...you almost never saw it coming. But even without your Shikai you're one of the fastest with flash-step. "Who are you?"

"Jack." You size her up, as appearances have proved to be deceptive in the past. She look's strong...her relaxed demanor is something you're not used to. There's no Spirital Pressure...something is seriously off. Hearing a slight noise behind you're you're struck from behind...lights out...