Ulquiorra stopped in his tracks before he could take even ten paces and turned around, "Do you need something?"
Byakuya sent the espada a shadow of a glare, "I could ask you the same, what are arrancar doing on the Soul Society?"
"I see no reason to tell you," Ulquiorra said, drawing his zanpakuto. Quickly, Byakuya shunpoed around the espada, attempting to drive his sword into the smaller mans back, only to hear the metallic clang of Senbonzakura meeting Murcielago.
The captain narrowed his eyes as the cuarta brought up a leg and swiftly kicked the noble across the face.
Byakuya immediatly brought up a hand to catch the kick, sliding back a few paces. He dropped his now bruised arm and raised his sword in front of him, "What is your name?"
Ulquiorra kept his eyed trained on the shinigami's sword, "Ulquiorra Schiffer, the Fourth Espada."
"The Fourth?" Byakuya repeated, "I see..." He closed his eyes, "Scatter, Senbonzakura."
Jade eyes widened as the captains sword dissolved into a thousand cherry blossom petals, filling the air with their sweet perfume and then so suddenly, so quickly they all shot towards him revealing their true nature. Calm facade still masking his inner shock, Ulquiorra brought up an ashen hand to cease the incoming flurry of blades.
"Futile," Byakuya murmured.
Ulquiorra narrowed his eyes as tiny papercuts bit into his hand. Realizing he could not block the blades, he sonidoed away. He appeared behind the noble, suddenly and swiped his sword across Byakuyas back, only to meet with a wall of petals. The espada backed away a few paces.
"I don't have time for this...." Ulquiorra murmured, quickly jumping to the roof of a building and feeling around for Yammy's spiritual pressure. Finding it, he quickly shot off in that direction.
Byakuya watched him go, allowing Senbonzakura to settle back into his sheath before walking towards the first division barracks to report the matter.
