Kokoro caught the kendo stick with a smirk at the sensei. “Finally. A fight!” she thought”and if sensei-samas lucky ill try” she inwardly laughed at her thought. All of a sudden a huge weighted cloud landed over her. A familiar strong pressure dancing with an even stronger, strange blood thirsty one. That one chilled her to the bone and awakened old memories. She was faintly able to make out the sensei say to stay before he ran out and Hias yuki-san, a fellow classmate, say something else. She was itching to run away screaming but also to run and protect the classmate that was fighting. She turned to Namonje Toko-san in hope his answer would reveal the missed statement. He just nodded and ran out of the Dojo with Hais-san. She understood the statement and followed.

They arrived to see their sensei scolding Vathana, Hadachi-san. She took notice of a black box and was puzzled but continued to observe the surroundings as the other two continued towards the duo. Something was wrong, but kokoro was unable to figure out what. A sharp cracking noise drew her, and everyone else’s, eyes to the coffin as it exploded. Everyone readied but once the smoke cleared it revealed that its occupant was missing. She felt something behind her and turned her head for a quick look. Her eyes widened in alarm. The owner of the strange spiritual pressure was fast approaching the others after completely masking his presence unable to see her in her location still hidden in the trees.
“he may have masked himself, but he still makes the shadows move” she thought as she noticed no one else detected him. She ran out before him and threw her arms out preparing to attack.
“Tsukyomi Posse-!” she cried before the arrancars claws ripped a path through her, from her right hip to her left shoulder, flinging her a couple feet with a shriek of pain. She felt blood drip down her arm and over her bracelet activating it. Soon Shiro would receive the signal and know something was wrong and would arrive to help hopefully bringing ran and momo.
She struggled to her feet dripping blood and watched the fight. Namonje-san was using his wind, vathana-san was attempting to re-trap the arrancar in another coffin, Hias-san was using her kendo stick to fight hand to hand, and sensei-sana had already activated his zanpakuto. She couldnt feel shiro yet. If they couldn’t defeat the arrancar, than they could try at least hold him off until help arrives.
“Tsukyomi possession!” she cried willing to control the arrancar, and the arrancar only but nothing happened. She looked at her arms and realized his claw marks had halted her spiritual pressure flow. This couldn’t have just been luck on his part. She saw the arrancar repeatedly try to reach the others but thankfully they kept dodging out of the way.
“I have to hold him before he can gat anyone else!” she cried willing with all her heart to control him
“Tsukyomi possession! Tsukyomi possession!” she cried watching her classmates and teacher flit about, ever so close to getting injured. She didn’t want anyone to get hurt!
“TSUKYOMI POSSESSION!!!” she screamed. Every ounce of her spiritual pressure was released in a blast hurtling toward the arrancar causing him to freeze instantly. She, once again, was tossed back and trough a couple of trees before crashing into a stubborn one. She coughed blood at the impact that rattled her bones, tearing her cut even more, causing immense pain. She fell to the base of the tree a couple of branches landing on her. She could hear signs of the others moving about and others approaching.
“D-damn it” she breathed before passing out
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hows that? ^_^ origionally i was gonna freeze him immedietly and have someone take him out or cause him to kill himself on my own but i thought this was better! Shiro is on his way with Ran by the way. he's almost there