[She lifts her head to look at him. If it's what he wants, she would be rude to deny him. It seems her sword will not be enough to hold her own against him; his strength is just too much. Perhaps it's time she started to use the spells she was equipped with, now that she knows it's possible.]
[With a grunt of strained effort, Rukia hauls herself upright, sword held defensively. Her other hand pulls back, fingers caged over a small sphere of growing crimson light.]
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[She lifts her head to look at him. If it's what he wants, she would be rude to deny him. It seems her sword will not be enough to hold her own against him; his strength is just too much. Perhaps it's time she started to use the spells she was equipped with, now that she knows it's possible.]
[With a grunt of strained effort, Rukia hauls herself upright, sword held defensively. Her other hand pulls back, fingers caged over a small sphere of growing crimson light.]
Then prepare yourself! Fire!