As the ice broke around her, Kita fell to her hands and knees, gasping for her next breath. Quickly regaining her air supply, she looked to the cave entrance. "He sealed us out, master. Now what?"
"You were not brought up to be weak, Kita." Ulquiorra stated, voice hard.
Kita stood. Dusting ice and snow from her person as she looked at the cave entrance, she looked to her master and gave a slight laugh. "Do we die today entering the cave? Or do we turn here and go back and report what we lived through?"
The Fourth Espada allowed his arm to hang limply by his side while the organs repaired themselves. It was true what Kita had said. It seemed as though Toshiro had played them smoothly into his trap. It was sickening, really.
Seeing an opening, Hyourinmaru sent very thin but strong ice shaft towards Ulquiorra's limp arm, slicing it clean off then freezing the severed part so that it would not grow back. The ice began to creep through Ulquiorra's veins, freezing the blood and all other fluids it came in contact with.
The ice bit painfully into Ulquiorra's arm. It cauterized the wound on its own yet brought a burning agony that could not be ignored.
Kita cried out and Hyourinmaru turned on his master’s murderer.
He tossed thousands of ice shards at Kita, practically creating a deadly wall in front of her. Hidden in them was his
tail, sharp as ice, formed, pulling back to impale her!
The dragon’s fury continued.
He could no longer see. Hear. Feel. React. He was only a shell, a hollow shell slowly being consumed by a cold fire.
Pathetic.
That's what he was. A waste of space and an exclusive joke to the gods. He'd rather die than face the dishonor.
Ulquiorra patiently waited to expire.
Kita pounded on the ice, watching her master as he slowly started to freeze in this hell of Hyourinmaru's. It was her fault. Totally unaware of the tail waiting to finish her, rage boiled up in her new heart.
“Not like this! NO!” she screamed.
A burning light formed above them.
