He's eager to fight...but not you

"That freak with the eyepatch is irritating me, Nel." She does not respond only smiles slightly. You are confused, if it was you then you would have attacked by now, but his gaze rests not on you, but on Nel. Turning you conter his immense spirital pressure with yours.

It is enough to **** him to focus his attention on you. "Who the fuck are you, Soul-Reaper?"

"You're a foul mouthed little spit-fuck, aren't ya?" He growled and whirled the over-sized blade around, pointing it at you.

"Shut up, Soul-Reaper!"

"Heh...you're pretty easy to piss off. An attitude like that'll get ya killed." Releasing your sword you turned your back on him once more. "You're not even worth fighting..."

"What'd you say?!" Crossing your arms across your chest you star at the destruction you have caused. "Die, Soul-Reaper!" His approach is pronouced. You duck you head and step under his blade, but he's quick enough to smash his shin into you.

You fly back and smash into the wall. He's movements aren't as quick as that chalky skinned broad, or even Nel's, but they're quick. He follows after you, or would have if Nel hadn't restrained him. "Leave him, Nnoitra."

"You bastard..." They both look at you as you draw your blade. "I have had enough of all you Espada already. Take this..."