Kain stood in the back of the club watching the mortals fight. They weren't exactly formally trained in the arts of war. Not like him, not like Kain. The Horseman wore surprisingly lavish clothing for such a dark, grim cesspool of a place where common thugs would often pummel one another's faces in just for kicks. He recalled taking part in these slug fests as a means to calm his own rage. Fighting humans could always prove to be fun when fighting on their level. For now however, Aizen would only spectate unless summoned.
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