Winds of the Desert (Zeta and Neko)

Neko flew in from behind, going for the white first again and moving to leap onto his back. She had her claws at the ready to hold on and struggle if she needed to and her teeth were waiting to bite down something, nearly anything. She looked wild, a bit crazy really. Thoughts floated into her head slowly, one after the other, similiar to 'he's trying to kill you, Neko. Kill him first...' but she wasn't so out of control that she knew not to kill. She was not ready for that mentally.

Her speed still held surprise to Zeta as she attacked yet again. He was barely able to turn around to deflect her claws and dodge her biting and keeping a safe distance. The black one quickly intervened to allow the white one a chance to back away and build up his reiatsu.

Neko's eyes flicked between the two quickly, unsure now that they weren't as close to each other. Which one... which one... Black. Go for black, he seems to be keeping most of his attention on you anyways. She thought, moving in a zig zag to keep his eyes moving before she leapt up again and moved to tackle him.

The black one was prepared as he charged forward to meet her claws head on. As the two met, the white one continued charging his reiatsu as he prepared for his next move. Meanwhile, the black one continued an aggresive front against her to keep her attention on him and only him. Just a little longer, he thought.

"Let me hit you damnit," She hissed at him as she bounced back, staying in a crouch as she skid across the ground as the dust swirled around her. Her long tail flicked back and forth, her ears flattened against her skull, and her deep purple eyes narrowed at him angrily. Her gaze still didn't leave him, her focus still stuck on him.

Zeta actually smiled at her demand. It was interesting to see how she fought while in this state of absolute madness. She only wanted to kill. This was the Arrancar within her. "If you want to hit me, you have to try harder." He wanted to provoke her. The more energy she used the more of her anger she would let out. He needed her to become calmer and sounder in mind, at any cost. He was ready for her as the white one was nearly finished charging reiatsu.

"I am trying harder!" She spat, flying forward once more with claws extended and fangs ready. She was nearly to him when she dashed away to the back of him and leapt. She wasn't exactly the best fighter, her tactics the same thing over and over. She slashed at his back quickly before flipping away.

Zeta blocked her claws without even turning around this time. "Don't be so predicatable." He appeared where she was planning to land with his sword ready to strike. "And don't let your guard down." He had to be tough to train her to be her best.