
Burasu Junjou - Head Captain
Slowly, he walked, through the ominous entryway into an eerily familiar sandy wasteland.
Burasu stole a few glances of the chosen battlefield. It expanded as far as his eyes could see and was lit by a faint red haze and small pockets of fire that dotted the barren landscape.
"Forgive me if I don't take you at your word. I'm not exactly inclined to believe that its in my peoples's best interests to give the only key to our ruler's realm to you.
Maybe you elaborated more earlier I would be more inclined to believe you, but I've lost interest in that and simply want to floor with you."
On that note Burasu rush forward with new conviction. He was simply sick of all of this dancing around and just wanted let loose, and with no collateral damage to clean up, he could go all out.
His first strike seemed straight-forward, pulling his weapon back behind him in order to swing at Zwolf with his full power, but as the crescent-shaped blade disappeared behind Burasu's back, it didn't come back around, but in contrast, as the staff-like-weapon went around his back, the links that connected his Shikai separated and arced toward Zwolf like a snake surging toward a mouse.
Not an overly complex maneuver, but it is enough to surprise even the most cautious.