"One...urgh!...moment!" Clash after clash after clash. Suddenly, Akai uses a shunpo and slash at the same time, cutting deep into Kuchiki's torso.
"I don't want to fight you, Captain."
"You," Byakuya struggles to say, "will...die here." He pauses for a moment.
"...Ban...kai." Akai is not fast enough, and is buried in the pink blades. As they scatter from his body, he is covered in deep cuts, as well as his blood. He sits on one knee, kneeling to keep from falling to the ground.
"Why...do you persist...Kuch...iki?"
"Anyone who disturbs the Soul Society will be cut down."
"Then...it's over for you. I didn't want to do this, but...Bankai." Akai returns to his feet, and his Zanpakuto, anti-climatically, seems to return to its unreleased state.
"Don't joke with me. You'll never beat me if you don't have Bankai." Akai's head hangs low as a malevolent grin materializes on his face. The air, for some reason, feels fairly humid. The sky overhead suddenly turns dark gray with clouds. Thunder violently cracks through the sky, an almost unheard of rarity in the Soul Society, and it begins to rain heavily.