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No Regrets (1x1 with DarkMudkip)

"Arigatou, Tou-sama!" She gave him a quick hug before hurrying off down the hall, using sonido every so often to get further down the hall. The sound of metal meeting metal and the heavy smell of sweat caught her attention. Changing her direction, she found a large hall with many different Arrancar inside, even a couple Espada. She chewed on her thumb nail and entered, trotting inside and plopping down on the floor against the wall, watching everyone with curious eyes.
 
38x2's golden eyes fixed on Nnoitra and she watched him train, playing with his short pink hair, wondering how such a slender man swung such a big sword. Then again, he had broken her back with one throw.
 
She still didn't break eye contact, watching his each and every move, wiggling her toes and muttering to herself under her breath.
 
She looked up at the blade that was a mere inch from her head and then back at Nnoitra. "You're the one who's face looks like glans." She mumbled, fingernail between her teeth.
 
While his attention was off of her, 38x2 moved out from under the sword and looked around, not really laying attention to the other Arrancar, so much as the bala blasts and crators in the walls and floors. "This one can make holes in the floor too." She commented to herself.
 
38x2 looked around, and upon seeing expectant looks, she grew embarrassed. "Tou-sama said to not break anything anymore..." She shifted uncomfortably.
 
38x2's cheeks flared, the word making her uncomfortable and angry. Using a sonido she moved forward, aiming an attack for the spot before Nnoitra's feet, punching the ground hard. She felt her knuckles split, but so did the ground, a crator appearing around her fist.
 
Nnoitra stumbled back before falling on his ass, making Grimmjow howl with laughter once again. Nnoitra growled and jumped up, grabbing Santa Teresa and swinging hard and severing her leg from her body
 
The young teen fell to the ground and a wail rose from her throat, hand clamping over the bloody stump where her leg once was. Tears welled in her eyes as the puddle of blood grew bigger and bigger, wails of pain racking her body.
 
Eventually the puddle was quite large, and 38x2 was completely silent and still, glassy gold eyes staring ahead at nothing as the last of her life drained away, the blinking LED light on the collar she wore falling dull as her life ended. Lips parted slightly as her last breath left her lungs, her eyes closed completely, cheeks stained from her tears.
 
Szayel's monitor blared loudly and he looked quickly. He cursed and opened up his lab before rushing off to where the locator on her collar was. Entering the training room, he cursed louder and loved over, picking her up and carrying her back to the lab quickly.
 
The small girl weighed nothing in his arms, her skin deathly pale and her head lolling as he moved. Her left leg was cut off mid-thigh with a single clean cut that went straight through the bone.
 
It took almost an hour to get the artery in her leg closed up, blood transfused, heart working and brain jump started, but even then she was only stabilized by machines that made sure everything was still functioning correctly. A pained look was on her blood covered face as a machine pumped air into her lungs, the stump of her leg stitched and wrapped up tightly.
 
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