Kurisuten Mu-a walked into the empty coliseum and let her violet eyes lift to the stands where the spectators watched, hearing the applause as she did so. Her modified shihakusho billowed a little due to the wind that brushed by her as she moved through the dirt, blood and sand towards the center of the arena. Once she arrived in the center, the girl knelt and slid her fingers into the soiled earth and gave a small sigh. Why was she here? Fighting? Oh well, might as well try to win since she was here though... it almost seemed like a cruel trick though.

As the girl stood, she could see the shape of her opponent emerging from the gates on the opposite walls and straightened to her full height, letting the earth fall from her fingers. She brushed her hands on her clothes and waited for the individual to meet her in the center. Meanwhile, as she did, she let her eyes look around her and take in her surroundings. A simple roman style coliseum, it would make for an interesting locale for a fight between two pseudo-supernatural beings.

For some reason Sumoki had yet again been called into this shitty arena with bloodthirsty spectators that he wasn't thrilled about dealing with. A small frown ordained his face as he approached the Vizard across from him, a somber and mildly irritated wave and sigh was about as much as she'd muster out of him. He had entered Shikai basically upon entering the arena, and began to try and find something to say to her. "I'm not particularly thrilled about being here either, but if you'd like to fall on your sword for me I'll look the other way."

Now, it should be stated that Sumoki knew deep down that this wasn't going to happen, but he did at least want to give her a fair opportunity to take her own life before he had to do the job for her. Provided that she didn't take him up on his rather polite offer, he would disappear into a ball of smoke, leaving her to wonder just where within that ball he was. Worse still, there was only one way to find out..

The girl raised a small singular eyebrow in curiosity as the man spoke to her, it was a strange sense of humor. However, she also had a good sense of humor and if they were about to beat the living shit out of each other... Might as well smile first right? The girl reached to her side and gripped the red handled, broken zanpakto and removed it. Turned to the side, she gave a quick jab inwards and pretended to impale herself. A silent shrug later, she replaced it on her side and lowered herself into a ready stance. Perhaps she had a poor sense of humor, but she thought it was hilarious.

She had noticed he was already in released form and wasn't sure if the smoke around his body would hurt her if touched, but she didn't want to find out. She reached behind her with one hand to grip the violet handle of her actual zanpakto and continued to hold her free hand in front of her for protection. She figured she could fight him easily enough hand-to-hand, but why risk it. The sudden smoke, however, was a troubling sight... mainly because it was all she could see. Luckily the mask around her mouth would be enough to at least stop her from coughing, for now. She needed to do something about this and quick.

Perhaps releasing her own blade would generate enough wind to stir things up a little? Curses. Kuri decided to try other options, since her eyes were useless, she closed them and listened very carefully for any sign of movement. As she did so she jumped as high as possible, air-stepping to get higher until she pierced the veil of smoke. She turned on a dime, focusing reiatsu under her feet in order to stay in air, and stared down at the massive smoke ball. She began to focus and attempt to hone in on his reiatsu, while waiting and searching for him to appear.

The girl seemed to take Sumoki's comments in stride for the most part, not seeing them as a personal affront of any kind and that was.. positive, probably. She pretended to impale herself on her blade, prompting a grin to form across Sumoki's face as he'd scream across the way at her. "Well thank God you did my job for me eh?!"

By this point she had probably already noticed that he was in his released form, she seemed apprehensive about getting anywhere near the smoke and for Sumoki this was fine. She seemed panicked by the smoke, as though she couldn't quite piece together it's utility and he was largely convinced by this point that she didn't know what to do with it. That wasn't going to stop him from being amused as he watched her dash her way to the top of the smoke, seemingly moving upwards in perpetuity since the smoke pretty much went as high as he wanted it to. "Hello up there, perhaps you'd like to come down and chat?"

Sumoki was waving, but he had to be careful. This fight just as any other was serious, as serious, as an Australian bushfire..

After hopping over the ball of smoke, she eyed it suspiciously before letting her violet gaze transfer to the man who threw it and smirked under her mask. Was he being playful? That didn't seem like a thing people did in a fight, but she was almost willing to go with it even more. With a tiny shake of her head, she cleared her mind and watched him wave at her. "That depends, planning on throwing anything else at me?" She replied to the man in her smooth, but typically bored tone. She didn't mean anything by her tone, it was just her natural way of speaking, though she was clearly still gripping her sword sheathed on her lower back.

After giving another suspicious glance to the ball of smoke, she moved down to a different side of the arena. That way she could see both, Sumoki and the smoke, in her field of vision. The girl slowly removed the blade of her weapon from her sheath and held it, seemingly relaxed in front of her. "Now that you've got me on the ground again, speak. I have no problem making sure you don't see what happens behind you." She said smirking under her mask, clearly nothing happening behind the man. However, if he did decide to look her shunpo would be fast enough to close the distance.

The girl had successfully cleared the ball of smoke and seemed bewildered by Sumoki's behavior. All the better that she died confused with her pretty eyes trying to figure out what had happened there. She asked if he had intended to send anything else her way which led to a moment of pondering. Would he be sending her anything else in the short term?.. The answer that took form in his head was a resounding no, and in that moment a small smirk formed across his face as he beckoned her forward. She spoke, seemingly trying to trick him as she mentioned something going on behind him. He wouldn't fall for it, right?..

"What do you think Kuma?.."

"Only you.. can prevent wildfires."

Sumoki's eye began to twitch, sweat beading down his head in clear frustration with the spirit. "FUCK YOU YOU FUCKING USELESS BEAR!"

He looked at her for a moment, scowling before turning to see what could potentially be going on behind him. It was nothing, and he had a trap of his own waiting for her when she closed the distance. He dropped a smoke-bomb subtly, and as she arrived smoke enveloped the area around him and began to super-charge his physical abilities. He had both of his knives drawn and ready for her approach. It was high time this fight got going..

Kurisuten watched him while he seemed to consider his different options. He was even talking out loud to his zanpakto spirit and she raised an eyebrow for a moment. He seemed to be attempting to decide on whether she was just tricking him, which like of course she was. However, after an absurd amount of time, he took the bait which only made her suspicious of why he would. So when she shunpo'd towards him her own weapon in hand and her violet eyes watching closely, though she had a specific trick in mind now. She shunpo'd behind him, though the smoke deployment did take her by surprise, she swung anyway. She brought her blunt side of blade straight down towards where his collar was before the smoke went.

While she did this, her eyes closed and she reached out with her feelings in order to try and track his reiatsu through the smoke. She didn't mind so much if her first strike missed, they rarely ended fights with people your own strength, but she didn't want to be taken by surprise by any counter attack. The moment her sword either met his shoulder or about where it should've been, the girl then turned her wrists to twist the blade into an guard position to be ready for the next attack.

The girl was trying to keep an eye on what he was doing but it was to no avail for the most part. Smoke would obscure most of his actions though his frequent arguments with his Zan spirit were disturbingly hard to miss. A small sigh pursed Sumoki's lips and it was around this time he had opted to look behind him. The girl responded, but quickly zipped behind him in hopes of catching him off guard and in a way, the plan had worked. Sumoki caught the blade with a knife, but felt it dig lightly into his shoulder before he could push it away. Blood trickled down his shoulder and seemed to energize him a bit, prompting him to disappear and then promptly reappear behind her having used Shunpo. He made 3 up and down slashes with his left knife while keeping the right one handy for defense. If any of the cuts hit they'd be near the shoulder or chest, and serve to mark the girl up more so than end her.

Once that was done he'd quickly throw down another smoke ball, continuing to encircle the two of them in the thick of it as best he could. He didn't want her to know where he was, so long as he could keep track of her he had the advantage.