Ducking down in a flash, the shinigami grabbed the marine's right fist with his left. He held it there with a bit of effort. It appeared he still had his strength. Looking up at the Commodore, his amethyst pools glazed over into the gaze of a predator. The Commodore had strength, but they appeared to be equal there. This wouldn't satisfy the man if they continued this way.

"Just who is the child here? I believe you said this would be logia versus ofuda. Why do you hesitate?"