"Kita." Before Ulquiorra’s words could find their way to his fraction's ears, they were torn away by a ferocious gust of wind.

Even though the storm violent storm persisted throughout the landscape, the worst of its power focused on Ulquiorra and Kita. With a roar of painful rage that could even be heard over the storm’s ferocity, the dragon sent 40 below temperatures and blistering winds. Millions of shards from the large glaciers and frozen trees flew into the currents. He was going to eradicate these two, even if it meant destroying the heavenly realm and all inside.

It would take more than wind and forces of nature to stop the Fourth Espada.

Ulquiorra grasped Kita's arm, dragging her forward. Sharp icicles tore at his skin but had little effect. Each cut repaired within seconds only to be replaced by another.

Kita felt the winds pick up with Hyourinmaru's ferocious roar and turned her head, as shimmering icy spears of large glaciers and frozen trees hissed quickly towards them. She didn’t hear her master’s call. As the force of the winds and Hyourinmaru’s cry stole over her, she felt him seize her arm and jerk her back away. Away from the massive wave of fury coming their way.

Throwing up her arms, Kita blocked the shards of ice from hitting her in the face; however, the back of her arm was not so lucky as she was pierced and stabbed by the pieces that hit her.

Hyourinmaru dropped the temperature another twenty degrees. Keeping up the barrages of ice and wind, he hurled a hailstorm that would crush any being in one hit. The beautiful brutality of this move was that they would never see the soccer ball sized hail coming in zero visibility!