Endless Sands make a pretty good training area.. [Private]

Ulquiorra Cifer

Ulquiorra strolled through the endless desert of Hueco Mundo, his hands casually slipped into his pockets as always. His feet making gentle, padded "thumps" as they hit the sand, one after another, kicking up a small cloud of dust in his wake. The moon of Hueco Mundo hung high overhead, not a cloud visible at the moment. The roof of Las Noches was also visible far in the distance. He had a lot to think about. His new cause, recruiting members, and getting the rust off of his blade were all on his mind. Killing minor hollows was no way to warm up your muscles, or any part of you for that matter. It took next to no effort, so that wouldn't do it.

Ulquiorra knew he needed a stronger opponent to properly help him remove the four hundred years of rust that had built up. He craved a fight, a weird feeling for him, but it had been four hundred years.

Ulquiorra stopped walking, his expression emotionless as he looked up into the sky. It was absolutely ridiculous, he thought, the notion of an opponent dropping out of the sky. He felt a twinge of amusement at this thought, but nothing more.

Ulquiorra Cifer

Ulquiorra stood motionless, face towards the moon as he did so. It was a nice night, really. For a desert, the air was cool, the breeze catching his hair rather nicely. His acidic green eyes staring blankly at the moon as he contemplated the decisions he had to make. Should he really support this woman? Was it really within his best interests to help these people with a cause as noble as theirs? Sure he agreed with it, but going up against the entire arrancar race? AND the shinigami? They may be powerful, but it seemed like a suicide venture to him.

Ulquiorra suddenly heard a voice say his name, he turned in the direction it was coming from and look at the figure that had emitted it. A woman? Out here? Who could this be? He quickly analyzed her spiritual pressure, it seemed she was a strong one indeed. He looked her in the eyes, listening to her finish speaking before replying. "I could ask the same of you, what are you doing out here on your own?" He questioned, his voice flat and unrevealing, "I am out here simply to find an opponent. I've been deceased for over four hundred years now, and since I have returned, I need to get some rust off of my blade." He finished sharply.

Ulquiorra Cifer

Ulquiorra tilted his head, "So you serve the current Espada? I see." He said, thinking over how pathetic the race he belonged to had become. Could this woman be worth his time if she served those he opposed?

He carefully considered her words, thinking over her offer several times before responding. "A spar between the two of us would indeed be beneficial," he started, "You seem strong, so how the fight will end is a mystery to us both." Ulquiorra turned, walking a few steps away from the woman, turning to face her once more. "I will spar with you, Gryphon Daichi, but be warned, I will not hold back." He finished, a cutting realism to his tone.

Ulquiorra Cifer

Ulquiorra carefully analyzed the woman's movements. She warned that she wouldn't hold back. He was ready. She kicked, but was it aimed for.. the ground? Suddenly he understood, seeing the earth flying at him. He quickly sped to the side, sonidoing as necessary to clear the width of it. He turned seeing the second volley of earth heading towards him. Letting out a small "tsk" he raised a hand, planting his feet firmly in the sand as the earth sped towards him. The wall made contact with his hand, pushing back against his wrist, but he realized the attack was not meant to take him down, as there was little to no power behind it. He quickly waved his hand aside, dispersing the earth before slipping his hand back in his pocket, his face and body unmoving. He awaited his opponent's next move.

Ulquiorra Cifer

Ulquiorra scoffed, was she for real? He easily stopped the first attack, once again dismissing it with a hand, sonidoing around the second and third. Upon feeling the earthquake, he jumped, holding himself aloft in the air. Ground based attacks were nothing to someone who had control over their reiatsu.

His eyes opened a little, watching, surprised, as the sand cage built around him. He let another "tsk" of disapproval escape his lips before pointing a finger at the wall of the cage, charging an acid green cero and firing it off, straight towards the wall. If his estimations were correct, it would blast through, creating an opening for a fraction of a second. He shunpoed after his cero, following it closely. He was going to catch that opening.