[u][b]Rin Nishimura[/b][/u]

Now that was a relief - she was still an enemy, of course. A powerful enemy that he probably stood little to no chance against. But she could talk, and it gave him a sense of comfort. A weird, twisted comfort; but comfort nonetheless. For if he was to die, at least he'd die by the hands of someone who was intelligent enough to talk. 

No. He wasn't going to die.

"Thank you, and your resume is quite intriguing," Rin replied, watching as she killed a few Shinigami without batting an eye. It wasn't a pretty sight, watching his comrades die - but he was used to death. Accepted it long time ago, hence it didn't strike him as it would've years ago. "I'll take a wild guess and say I'm the lowest ranked Shinigami you ever fought. And to be honest, I haven't even assigned myself to a Squad." Her abilities were a big unknown in this whole matter as he wasn't even sure what kind of an abilities they were. Balloons. First time he saw something like that.

His eyes widened as she appeared in front of him with a flower balloon in her hands. He had no time to shunpo away. [i]"Be flowers, be flowers, be flowers!"[/i] he thought to himself, hoping for the best. But hoping in itself wouldn't help him as much. He could try to stab her with his Zanpakuto, but he was sure that he wasn't as fast. It would only leave him open. But, if he was able to send something that fast in her direction, he might just get her. At least a scratch would be good at this point.

"Left silver wing," Rin announced as he directed his Zanpakuto towards Joker, sending one of the two blades at high speed towards her torso.