Jiriki's Hideout "All right.... I think that's enough for today."
A panting Taiki's voice could be heard, a broad grin on his face as he stared at the crouched figure of Ryuka. One one knee, and his sword used as a crutch, he was breathing as hard as Taiki was, though in only slightly better condition.
"That Zanpakuto o' yours is pretty nasty...." The white-haired man commented, deactivating his Shikai and sheathing the blade. "At this point, you'd be kicking ass again in no time."