Tuna2

Moments, lifetimes, eons, the shinigami had seen them all. They passed on, like petals in the wind, lasting only a moment before being cast off by other winds. It was only in battle, during those very few seconds, that time seemed to slow down. During such times, the spirit's blade would hum in movement, it's sheathing and unsheathing only lasting a mere second in the human eye but an eternity in the captain's. Within that second, they would have fallen. Within that eternity, he would have been the victor. Such was not the case in this battle.

The human had reacted fast, faster than expected, turning within the same moment it had taken the spirit to draw his sword. A weapon? No, the man was using his own heel as a means of counterattack. It was lucky he had been trained for reacting at such high speeds. If he hadn't, he might have lost more than just his pride. However, even he wasn't prepared to take the second attack. Falcon's knee hit dead on, casting the shinigami captain across the 'arena' and off the edge.

Any normal human would have fallen to their doom had they not already suffocated from a lack of air. Byakuya, however, being the spirit that he was, had the unique but given ability of flight. With his reiatsu, Byakuya pushed off the empty space and back on to the 'arena,' a clear burn mark visible on his chest where Falcon had hit earlier. "It seems I have underestimated you," the shinigami said in acknowledgment of the Captain's efforts. "Yet even so, it is inevitable that you should lose this match. Give it up, before it is to late." This time around, the spirit drew his sword but refrained from attacking. Instead, he gave off a large amount of spirit energy, enough to cause the metal around him to shatter and enough to give Falcon a fair warning of what was to come should he choose to continue.