[OOC: Enma vs Jeff. Now! untill there is only one man standing. Takes place on empty square, nobody is there save for the combatants.]

Enma was here. Here and now, he was about to do one thing. To erase. His taget: Gunnbjorn Adigard. Tercera Espada. Naturally, when Enma saw the opportunity to go and try to take him down, he had no intention of letting it slip. For the sake of Soul Society, for the sake of Gotei 13, for the sake of himself, Enma would remove his enemy. Break him, defeat him. Everything he could. But he was not yet enraged. He was cold as ice. And yet, he was ready to fight. He hoped that this would be good and honorable fight. None of the recent enemies of Soul Society that he killed had power. And none at all ahd nonor. Enma had both, so naturally, he wanted to see somebody with both as his adversary. To overcome him. To show his superiority. To show the world that the guardian angel of Seireitei was still there. But for his foe, it was bound to be bad day. Because he was nearing the critical point of his life, awakening the Devil. It was a while since Enma used his Shikai. And decades since there was actually somebody able to force him up into Bankai. Not that Enma would hide it. But to weak, Shikai was more than enough to deal with.

And now, he knew where the battle would take place. He already arrived. The empty square in Karakura City. Fitting. Nobody was here, and nobody would get caught up in this. Enma was here to win. He stood on one side of the square, ready and in all his might. He didn't call upon Nemuri though. He wanted to really hurt this one. And he had means. He was stocked up, ready. He had his shuriken and kunai. Hidden under various pieces of clothing, they awaited to be used. And he had Tomoshibi, cursed blade, his greatest weapon. His Zanpakuto, which has drawn blood of numerous adversaries before, some strong, some weak. But there was one thing in ommom for them... None lived to tell the tale. And Enma was not a man keen on breaking that "tradition". Now, he waited for his foe. He waited in the same manner the predator waited his prey, ready to kill, to cut, to slash. With his senses alert, Enma was ready for his foe. Ready for whatever he had in stock. Enma would see what was that. And then, he would reply with his own powers, showing why he ws The Devil.