After that kendo strike, everything was over really, but Nnoitra refused to just lay down and die. So he stood, shouting
at his opponent and egging the shinigami on. He was in his element, after all. The blood was running thickly down his sides
and he could already feel his guts hanging out in the front. And for some reason, he had a flash of her. Of long ago, when
she chided him as she always had.
Che, bitch.
"Why do you insist on fuckin' mockin' everything I do?" he demanded, glaring at her.
Neliel sniffed and looked away, as cool-headed as usual, even though she was bathed in the blood of his slaughter. In
fact, she looked rather sexy like that, not that he'd admit it. "Because you are a fool," she replied. "And as such, someone
needs to keep an eye on you or else you'd bruise the honor of all present and future Espada."
"Che, don't be a bitch," he snarled before turning and hacking down a bastard that didn't seem to want to die.
Neliel sighed and beheaded the man, giving Nnoitra an annoyed look as she passed by him. "Don't be a fool, and I won't
be a 'bitch'," was her reply.
Bitch. "Whatever." He slashed at another, their blood making an attractive arc through the air before imitating that
arc on the ground. Almost like a blood-red rainbow.
He was cut down quickly enough, which was probably why she was the last thing he saw.
"N...noitra?" Nel whispered, staring at him.
