With the Captains suffering casualties and heavy injuries on their side, all hope seemed to be lost... until Shinji Hirako appeared, along with the rest of the former Shinigami. Though the aid of the Vizards certainly helped to draw the battle in their favor, it seemed Aizen's power alone proved too much for them.
Malus strode into the dimly lit dojo and looked around. The room was a average size made out of a dark wood, torches were hung in each corner of the room. Very traditional.
He stashed his sword and coat to one side of the room. As much as he loved is sword he had to improve his hand to hand techniques. He was good enough but he was often over shadowed by those that specialized in the techniques.
He did have a natural advantage, his physical strength was far beyond most peoples. With on hand he could smash his way through solid rock or crush a mans skull. He just had to learn the techniques he needed to get his hands on his opponent in the the first place.
Sitting cross legged on the ground he closed his eyes and began to release a steady stream of Reiatsu to draw a sparring partner to him.