La Conquistadora[Solomon, Ulquiorra]

"You certainly seem focused. But your pressure isn't stable."

Perhaps startling the young man, Ulquiorra spoke up not a few feet from Solomon, appearing as if from nowhere, perhaps seeing as she had somewhat stealthily made her way into the training room. Her endeavors in garnering companions had been a slow pace, and so she had slowly begun to ramp up her efforts. Social situations had mixed results, and so she had deigned herself to reach a bit more for something that had seemed to work. The Arena, when it had been active, had been a source of some conversations and approaches. Even if it had only been a few individuals stating familiarity and complimenting her performance, it seemed that even humans had a love for battle. And so, she had found herself at one of the public training areas.

She was dressed for the part of course. Her hair tied back into a pontail, and she was wearing biking shorts and a tank top beneath a long sleeve jacket. Standard workout attire, was it not?
"Do you mind if I join you?" She asked flatly.

She'd been more than aware of the effect clothing had on humans. Particularly those designed to endure the rigors of training. Limited material to allow proper ventilation, and material that hugged the form to prevent undue friction and allow breathability. And, coincidentally, left little to the imagination. The wandering of Solomon's attention was expected, noted, and then dismissed in the span of a second or two.

"I've seen you before, when the Arena was still in operation." She stated calmly, her eyes shifting toward the surrounding area which still held the crackle of the man's spiritual energy. Well, the ammount of it that wasn't reishi. Certainly Quincy were an interesting species. Her eyes shifted back to focus on the man before her. "From what I am familiar with, Quincy have a number of abilities. I've seen a number of them both in the Arena and at work at the Area of Operations in Africa." She noted, it was no secret that she'd been contributing to the work being done there. As it were, the both of them were off rotation, taking time to recuperate before they would be once again stationed in Africa. Cycles of endless fighting and resting, ensuring that fresh bodies were at all times available in case the steady flow of hollows from the place surged to larger assaults.

"As I understand, you've been training quite a bit. If you don't mind my curiosity. What is it that you would like to improve upon?"

"Is that so? So you've chosen the path of Letz stil. Interesting" She noted calmly, a moment of curiosity in her eyes. Certainly, she was aware of the release ability. It allowed one to push themselves to levels worlds beyond what a normal soul was generally able to attain. Even hollows of Menos clas would have trouble contending with someone within such a state. But of course, that came with it's own restrictions. Generally speaking, they had to be far more careful with their expenditure, not only that but without a general baseline release to make up for that shortcoming, they had a tendency to fall by the wayside.

In any lengthy conflict, they had to save their Letz for an enemy that would otherwise be impossible or too costly to engage. Executing the ability too soon could cost them an entire battle.

"If that is the case, then energy refinement will not be the only area you'll need to improve. You will need to improve every facet of your strength, until you can reach a point that you would be able to comfortably face enemies within their released state." She noted calmly as she walked to the edge of the training area. Promptly taking her phone out and setting it on the open consol. With a few presses of buttons, the surrounding area let out a dull hum. Ginto storage tanks promptly revved up, and the area surrounding the arena would slowly begin to fill in with several layers of energy. BArrier spells, which would encapsulate the training area. Something which usually was a bit too energy inefficient for normal citizens to be able to activate, using up so much stored reishi could be a bit rough. But it was something Ulquiorra had requested access to.

Otherwise she would not be able to properly train without disturbing the populace of the city. The arena itself was actually within a basement level several floors beneath the surface. After all, the City of Lights had ... a few citizens not in the vandenreich who were capable of unleashing tremendous ammounts of energy. OF course, in Ulquiorra's case, simply being underground would not be sufficient.

"I usually come here to practice the use of my Resureccion. That should be a sufficient pressure to assist in your training, I imagine." She reached out, and the air peeled open. Drawing her Zanpaku'to from a garganta and holding it out, gently resting it's tip in the floor beneath them.

"Is this an acceptable arrangement?"

She could see the shift in his demeanor. That was to be expected, he would be well aware of the situation he was going to be experiencing. Good. He was bracing himself. But that was fine, he would not be experiencing her at her strongest. That would not suffice. A sudden shock of power would not yield the proper results.

This was perfect. An opportunity to exercise precise control over her release.

"Enclose." She murmured softly. A single word which brought with it a swelling of her spiritual pressure. Her blade glowing a deep green as it peeled away and dissolved into a fine woven mesh of spiritual energy around her, rather than the usual explosive burst. The seeping soak of that part of her soul being reintroduced to her body before the coccoon peeled away. Her hair spilling down her back as it lengthened, that ponytail now tied around her mid-back rather than near her head. That helmet filling out atip her head with sweeping horns. The workout clothes she'd been wearing before were roped into the transformation. Where once her espada uniform was warped into a long dress. Now the workout clothes she'd brought were similarly modified. A navel-length poncho and a short black skirt. The result of her spiritual energy saturating and changing her outfit. But other things did not change.

Namely the dark wings sprouted from her shoulder blades, flaring out behind her. And the air that was now dripping with her spiritual energy. A pattering of palpable droplets that saturated every single speck of space inside the barrier. An energy that would slowly simmer down as she confined her spiritual energy, a slow, steady sigh escaping her lips as she turned her attention toward Solomon.

"If you would be so kind as to form your bow, we can begin. "

Her eyes did not shift despite the swivel of her attneiton to the blade forming in his grasp. Though those eyes ceaselessly bored into his own, her Reikaku adjusted along with her pesquisa to probe at the weapon as it was brought into existence. The reflection of coalescing reishi in her eyes afforded her far more insight than the normal individual. Watching it's construction, she could denote that his skill with the creation of his bow was indeed exceptional for a Quincy.

"That is not a problem. If it's a sword you're more familiar with handling, then I can match." She stated, before a crackle of green energy burst into being in her grasp. A typical spear that she so often produced, but one that slowly twisted and warped. Reforming into the shape of a blade instantaneously as the saturation of her energy in the air allowed such rapid adjustment.

She raised that sword up into the air and gently grasped it's handle in both hands as green energy twisted around her wrists to funnel up and into the blade of the Cero Weapon itself. Blooming into a large flourishing tongue of energetic flame in a pose she had once upon a time seen directed toward herself.

"Uno Corte."

With a downward swing, her blade drew a thing line in the air of brilliant green. A congealing of powerful energy before that attack exploded outward violently. A blistering gush of energy towards the man that would look very familiar indeed. After all, it was an attack that was in emulation of a foe she had faced a long time ago. All the same, the potency was dialed back. Just enough that it should force a proper expendature of Solomon's energy if he wanted to remain unscathed, but not so potent that if he was caught unprepared that he would receive anything more than some harsh burns and perhaps being thrown on his ass and driven into the floor tiles a few feet.

Nothing that she calculated would be too harsh on his person.