[Winter]

Orihime
World of the Living, Karakura: Orihime's shop
Holders...sorta

Orihime grinned slyly and grabbed her shoes from behind the counter, putting the simple tennis shoes on. "I'll run--my friends tend to keep me on my feet, spiritual powers or none. And I wouldn't underestimate the Arrancars, thier powers rival those of fairly powerful Soul Reapers in the states those two exist in, even with Blackmoon weak and Aotori's small size. I've heard stories of one who, even at the size of a young child and massively weakened, managed to swallow a cero and spit it back at her opponents." She said before allowing tsubaki to return to her hairclip before she darted out the door, locking on the area where Blackmoon's spirit pressure was.

Blackmoon and Aotori
World of the Living, Karakura
Holders...sorta

"Jeez," Blackmoon sighed, firing off another Cero from the palm of her bad arm, it didn't hit dead center like she'd wanted it to, more towards the upper right of her opponent Hollow's mask, but it didn't seem to mater a bit as Aotori leaped into the air and slashed three times in different directions, the blades of wind slammed into the Hollow's mask with stunning force, and once all three connected, it gave a nasty crack and seemed to explode. "Not only does my aim suck, but there are a ton of these stupid things!" She growled, moving on to the next one, as did Aotori. They shot off their attacks at one, then switched off to finish the other's opponent.

"Just think, Oneesama, we were like these once." Aotori replied, obliterating a Hollow's mask without herself, using a lance of vibrating air to deal the finishing blow.

"I'd rather not think." She shot back sourly, dodging a return cero and firing a bala at the Hollow who'd just fired.