Fighting with myself.

Zanza stood in the middle of a dark steet. 2 lamps illuminating the area slightly on a night of a new moon. Looking over his shoulder and then forward again he shrugged. Popping a small greenpill he order his gigai to flee. He stood directly under one street light now faceing the other. He could sense the enemy near by now he just need them to apper.

Majeh steped up to the plate. Emerging from the shadows he stood on the street lamp with 2 blades in hand. Both men already had there shika out. They planed to see who was stronger. The current vice captin of the 11th squad or the ex 11th divison member who defected to become a viziard. "So you want me to fight at your level or go full power?" Majeh asked sumgly. He intetned to either way. He was going to finish this man with one attck.

Zanza increased the gravity to the max and waved the boy on crouching slightly with sword on shoulder and hand strched out.

majeh unleshed bankai and pulled vizard mask on then used light speed to cut the fatty in half XD

The end

The moral of the story? SPEED ALWAYS WINS FATTIES