Blades clashed as Zhou laughed, a wild laughter, a joyous exultation in the events that were occurring. "Come on!" He taunted, meeting every one of her strikes and returning them easily, quickly. He fed off of battle, loving the sensation, the dangers that it presented. "More! Harder! Push yourself!" His swings carried with it that electrical covering, each one seeming to be harder than the last. His purple hair floated around him as if caused by static electricity.
To show her a lesson, though, instead of meeting her blade one time, he'd step to the side to let her pass, flicking his blade around in a quick circle to let it rest near her undefended back. "Another lesson," Zhou said calm as could be. "Deceit is the core of all battle. You aren't here to look impressive. You're here to win. And while many of Soul Society would disagree with that, a battle is war. Everything is fair game."