Captains battle in the rain

"...Sorry for being late...

A hollow voiced male called at as he reached the location where his opponent waited. His voice hint of sickly health but that was in its tone only. Dusty colored hair and dull eyes, nothing that reflected that of which he wished to obtain. How could one as seemly boring and weak want to head squad eleven? That what he was here to prove the old axiom, looks can be deceiving. The male's dusty colored zanpakuto gently bounced off his leg as he walked holding out a hand to feel the falling water upon his tan skin.

"...Such peaceful tranquility...no?"

The male chuckled as he stepped into the rain for a moment letting his hair dampen. He glanced over to his opponent with a slight smile before letting it disappear while drawing his zanpakuto.

"And so the ugly cloud of war has come to this heavenly retreat. How will its denizens respond to such a horrid encounter. Ive been waiting for this, do please me."

He brought his arms back inside his standard shinigami attire, letting the top fall around his waist exposing a dark form fitting body suit. Gripping his zan he flash stepped into a sideways blade spin, slashing grooves into the ground as he approached her location.