"Killing intent," Zhou said, lowering his blade to point at her. "Your blade is dulled by your inability to focus. If you don't even bring me harm, how can you challenge the strongest of Soul Society?" The sword was snapped up towards the sky, the sword transforming into the bolt of lightning that was its initial release form. "I need to get you at your most powerful if you're to succeed, Natsumi. Don't go easy on me out of fear for my safety." A smile on his face as he would flip his zanpaktou from one hand to the other, taking off his robe, revealing the large, muscular, bare torso.
The man was nearly as scarred as his captain was. "Pain happens in battle," Zhou continued. His sword was lightly bouncing in his right hand, leaving the scent of burnt ozone surrounding them. "You had better learn to work through it. You need all your wits, your will, and your ability to harm those who are holding your mother. And I'm merely a fourth seat in the 11th. I could be a lieutenant in another division, but I, like Madarame, enjoy working for Zaraki."
A pause. "Don't be flashy. Don't be careless. Battle. If you don't come at me with the intent to cause me harm, to KILL me, you will be struck down. Soul Society won't have to worry about executing you. I'll kill you here and now." However, he was waiting on her to attack this time. Lightning circled around his body and the blade itself, his stance loose but ready to react.