[And swish and dodge, easy as you please. Aizen has nothing of his old power - nothing, it keeps whispering about his head, that knowledge, very much like a sword ghosting close to the skin, and he has not felt even the ghost of a sword in a very long time - but he still has the basis on which he built everything else. Talent, training, and attention. Even in this entirely unfamiliar environment, he has not yet been taken off his guard once.
Well, barring the obvious, of course.
He has retreated a step back, out of Malia's immediate reach, and flicks both hands up, palms out, to show that he means no harm. He looks just eerie enough to fit in with the setting there, tall, straight-backed and utterly calm even with the remains of the old restrains still on him. He'd pretended to be powerless for hundreds of years. Pretending to be powerful is child's play.]
My, you are fast. And very set on hurting someone.
III
Well, barring the obvious, of course.
He has retreated a step back, out of Malia's immediate reach, and flicks both hands up, palms out, to show that he means no harm. He looks just eerie enough to fit in with the setting there, tall, straight-backed and utterly calm even with the remains of the old restrains still on him. He'd pretended to be powerless for hundreds of years. Pretending to be powerful is child's play.]
My, you are fast. And very set on hurting someone.