Race Leader Showdown

Mr. Polk, had arrived, his hands tucked away into his pocket. The flier he grasped on to, had been held tightly within his own grasp. He smirked a bit, licking his lips with excitement as he knew that today he would be able to earn a special "Token". He didn't have much details on what exactly was in little article he held in his fist. But he did in fact know that it was a note given to him by a mysterious Being. Who was known to organize brutal fights in a room for sport. Being a gentlemen however, Mr. Polk had thought that it would serve him best to actually show up, and see what the being had to offer. All the note says however, is that his opponent was a shinigami warrior with power and skill beyond compare. One who was a brutal savage who should not be taken lightly. Because of that fact, it was only customary to be ready. So besides Mr. Polk his twin bounto dolls stood. Stoic looks brandished on each face. They wore there pale white suites. Mumbling, to one each other as they stood fare from the entrance. Polk simply took a seat, on a chair he had brought. Which was more like a throne. He looked at the entrance. Waiting to see who would all show up to the party. He placed an elbow on the armrest, and laid his head on the palm of his upward facing hand. With a smile on his face. "It Begins."

(Adrewds Turn)

As Adrewd dashed out and about running through the Senkaimon his normal black cloak on drapping his hood over his face he had to move quickly. He had been invited to take place in a series of battles that he knew the Soul Society would frown upon but he had to do so he put on his cloak and exited through the Senkaimon. Adrewd was the oddest Captain Commander to date he was so young and so small but it only helped to catch his opponents off guard his small size apperant he exited the Senkaimon to see the man sitting there it what could only be described as a throne. "Im guessing you are my opponent today sir" all Adrewd knew of his opponent was he was supposed to be a bounto whose strength matched his own.

(Sorry it took so long)

Mr. Polk had placed his hands on a goblet, and lifted it to his mouth. Sipping the wine down his throat and enjoying the aged flavor of it. He smirked a bit and nodded his head. His two dolls had looked at him, then walked forward. Cracking their necks a bit. They jumped back as one ran around to the side, and the other dashed foraward. Aiming to punch the captain in the head.

(OOC: Im sorry but im just not able to countinue for a little bit im sick and I can barely think straight so unless you feel like waiting like a week im sorry so i surrender to you Polk Ill challenge you to a PF rematch soon)