Watch and analyze

You don't know what it can do, what to expect, so you keep your distance and wait, wait for it to reveal its entire hand. It might seem a little boring to some, but you're determined not to fall prey to a trap. After all, few in Seireitei can say they have your speed and no Hollow can ever match you. You'll keep a safe distance--eventually it'll get tired and move more recklessly for you, its prey, and then you can dispatch it.

For every step the possessed soul takes forward, you take a shunpo away, furthering the distance. You have no idea its speed, its strength or what it could possibly do should you not put the distance between you two.

It shrieks in what sounds like frustration and slithers from it's host, a grotesque monster with deep purple flesh, shapeless, with a rather small mask over what one would usually call the midsection. You have no idea how big it truly is since it appears to have made itself compact for so long to inhabit that soul its having trouble regaining its former size.

Before you can make your strike on its mask, the glistening creature sighs. You can see nothing, but you don't take a chance on it.

"Hadou #4--Byakurai."

The lighting whips from your finger, a straight shot at the creature, but it slips around it, mask moving so as not to be struck. It was just a test, but now you know; it won't fall so easily. The only way to catch the mask is to stretch it so thin that you can get a hit in before it can move.

With Senbonzakura, you wait, watching it roll towards you slowly, hear the eager giggles that it gives off. It certainly thinks it has won. You can almost see it drool, probably imagining what high spirit concentration must taste like. You're Kuchiki-taichou, though. It doesn't know who its dealing with.

Suddenly, it springs forth, stretching out, just as you intended. You want to fool it because that's the only way to keep it from squirming just out of reach. Digging deep into your arsenal of tricks you detest using, Utusemi comes to the forefront. You sidestep, leaving behind your haori and watch as what was once an amorphous blob skewers your clone, the blood dripping from its mouth before it sees there's nothing there but your haori.

In its moment of shock, you surge forward from your hiding place with precise shunpo and aim for its mask.