（ any illusions he'd possessed about keeping this a Just Guys Being Guys fight are instantly thrown out the window. heine's fast — it's no shunpo, but it's more than just well-trained human. he's spent too long fighting for his life to really be caught off-guard by it, but it's surprising just the same — his weight shifts onto his back foot, braced for the impact.
he has a split second to decide what to do. if there are already people running around with powers, and no way to open a senkaimon — it's not like old man shunsui can roll up on him with a reprimand. he has a hard time thinking even a stickler for the rules like byakuya would be much offended by breaking decorum here. being normal, protecting his own identity, his abilities... in the end, that neither serves nor saves anything but him here.
and frankly — that's just not how he's built.
ichigo doesn't really want to hurt the guy without knowing exactly what he can take — so his first forays lean more defensive. heine throws out a blow and ichigo moves a bit, lets it connect against his shoulder. gauging the strength and technique with the canvas of his own tolerance. the impact has a gravity to it, a sense of heaviness behind it — and somehow he doesn't think it's his full strength, either. the first steps of a fight are always a little more like a dance, feeling each other out. if this were serious, or done for anything but the alleviation of boredom and the chance to keep up on necessary survival skills, he'd suspect otherwise. but the guy seemed pretty aligned with ichigo's own desire not to do any permanent, lasting damage to anyone who can't take or doesn't deserve it.
rather than trade blows, ichigo closes his hand around the man's wrist and drops one shoulder for leverage, aiming to fling him back down the street. it's less intended to harm and more to gain a brief distance so he can say — ）
I hear property damage gets people handcuffed. We might wanna cool it on the mailbox massacre.
same re: whatever ~fight flow~ u wanna go for!
he has a split second to decide what to do. if there are already people running around with powers, and no way to open a senkaimon — it's not like old man shunsui can roll up on him with a reprimand. he has a hard time thinking even a stickler for the rules like byakuya would be much offended by breaking decorum here. being normal, protecting his own identity, his abilities... in the end, that neither serves nor saves anything but him here.
and frankly — that's just not how he's built.
ichigo doesn't really want to hurt the guy without knowing exactly what he can take — so his first forays lean more defensive. heine throws out a blow and ichigo moves a bit, lets it connect against his shoulder. gauging the strength and technique with the canvas of his own tolerance. the impact has a gravity to it, a sense of heaviness behind it — and somehow he doesn't think it's his full strength, either. the first steps of a fight are always a little more like a dance, feeling each other out. if this were serious, or done for anything but the alleviation of boredom and the chance to keep up on necessary survival skills, he'd suspect otherwise. but the guy seemed pretty aligned with ichigo's own desire not to do any permanent, lasting damage to anyone who can't take or doesn't deserve it.
rather than trade blows, ichigo closes his hand around the man's wrist and drops one shoulder for leverage, aiming to fling him back down the street. it's less intended to harm and more to gain a brief distance so he can say — ）
I hear property damage gets people handcuffed. We might wanna cool it on the mailbox massacre.
（ you know, or not. ）