"Yuri."

Rukia's voice snapped through the wind like a firm command. It wasn't hard to find him anymore...or anyone else for that matter...now that she had the ability to detect the spiritual presence of others. Yuri's soul was bright and hot, lit by his determination to hold to the values he believed in.

But while Yuri's soul still burned in spite of the pain, Rukia's fire had been almost completely snuffed out. She stood several hards behind him in her shinigami robes, one hand on her sword. Her dark eyes were empty, her face a pale mask as she faced against the swordsman.

"Draw your sword."

She didn't sound like she was messing around.