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Dietor could only scoff at what had just happened. He had been expecting Ulquiorra to deflect Dietor's silver Cero with a blast of his own, along with a number of other possible reactions from the Cuarto Espada, but what Ulquiorra had done after that had actually caught him by surprise. He could only watch in slight dismay as his opponent turned his back on him and went soaring up to the "sky" of Las Noches, only to go bursting through it and up to the true sky of perpetual night belonging to Hueco Mundo as a whole. It was enough to make Dietor narrow his eyes curiously at the hole Ulquiorra had just gone through to the outside, his grip tightening irritably around the grips of his zanpakutou knives. "Curiouser and curiouser..." the assassin muttered under his breath.
There could only be one reason for why Ulquiorra, one of the Big Four of the Espada, would retreat so hastily up to the roof of Las Noches. And Dietor had a feeling that reason made this "training session" into something more than it appeared to be. His mouth twisted into a slight scowl at the thought, although it was concealed by his mask fragment. "I suppose it'd be frowned upon if I just left this farce..." he muttered again, his tone wrought with the suspiscion that he was being pulled along by secret strings. "Ah well... Can't be helped."
So with that, Dietor heaved a disgruntled sigh and then went soaring higher and higher until the reached the hole in Las Noches' ceiling that Ulquiorra had created. As soon as he passed through it and landed on top of Las Noches' roof, he was immediately greeted by an overwhelmingly powerful reiatsu that was coming from the top of a nearby tower, which was belonged unmistakably to Ulquiorra. His eyes took in the sight of the black cloud surrounding the Espada with little reaction, his arms crossing over his chest as his body became pelted with a harsh rain of green spiritual energy. Not even the sight of Ulquiorra standing there in his released form, complete with his enormous wings and helm of bone, seemed to startle him in the slightest. The only reaction Dietor gave as an arch of a single eyebrow and an almost quizzical look in his gaze.
"Training, you say." he replied to Ulquiorra. "You keep saying that this is merely training, yet you're being awfully quick to enter your Resurrección. I had been expecting more of a fight down below before coming to this." he continued, his tone becoming more and more disappointed with each syllable that came from his lips. "Well... Forgive me for saying this, but my own Resurrección is not something to be wasted on training like this. It is not a tool for outlandish, unnecessary, and juvenile displays of power and bravado. Contrary to what I keep hearing from the likes of Grimmjow, Tentou, and Nnoitra." he finished with a stern glare thrown up straight at Ulquiorra's face. He let his arms lower down to his sides, the curved blades of his knives glinting sharply under the pale moonlight, and his feet shifted into a combat stance. "If I am truly deserving of my role in Las Noches... Then I shouldn't need to release my blades so suddenly and so soon."
That was when Dietor suddenly tensed his legs and then launched himself at Ulquiorra with nearly everything that he had. It was as if he had been shot out of an enormous cannon, a cacophonic BOOM! rattling the air as Dietor's body tore through it. He crossed both of his knives in front of him, their blades gleaming hungrily in the moonlight, and then he suddenly slashed out with one of them as soon as he came within range of Ulquiorra's neck. The knife in his left hand soon followed and attempted to carve a bloody line into the Esapda's torso with an upwards slash, the motion causing Dietor's body to pivot to the right before he swung a roundhouse kick with his heel at the side of Ulquiorra's ribs. A kick that was meant to launch Dietor's opponent backwards (if it connected) so he could appear behind Ulquiorra and then stab him in the back with both knives.
Dietor could only scoff at what had just happened. He had been expecting Ulquiorra to deflect Dietor's silver Cero with a blast of his own, along with a number of other possible reactions from the Cuarto Espada, but what Ulquiorra had done after that had actually caught him by surprise. He could only watch in slight dismay as his opponent turned his back on him and went soaring up to the "sky" of Las Noches, only to go bursting through it and up to the true sky of perpetual night belonging to Hueco Mundo as a whole. It was enough to make Dietor narrow his eyes curiously at the hole Ulquiorra had just gone through to the outside, his grip tightening irritably around the grips of his zanpakutou knives. "Curiouser and curiouser..." the assassin muttered under his breath.
There could only be one reason for why Ulquiorra, one of the Big Four of the Espada, would retreat so hastily up to the roof of Las Noches. And Dietor had a feeling that reason made this "training session" into something more than it appeared to be. His mouth twisted into a slight scowl at the thought, although it was concealed by his mask fragment. "I suppose it'd be frowned upon if I just left this farce..." he muttered again, his tone wrought with the suspiscion that he was being pulled along by secret strings. "Ah well... Can't be helped."
So with that, Dietor heaved a disgruntled sigh and then went soaring higher and higher until the reached the hole in Las Noches' ceiling that Ulquiorra had created. As soon as he passed through it and landed on top of Las Noches' roof, he was immediately greeted by an overwhelmingly powerful reiatsu that was coming from the top of a nearby tower, which was belonged unmistakably to Ulquiorra. His eyes took in the sight of the black cloud surrounding the Espada with little reaction, his arms crossing over his chest as his body became pelted with a harsh rain of green spiritual energy. Not even the sight of Ulquiorra standing there in his released form, complete with his enormous wings and helm of bone, seemed to startle him in the slightest. The only reaction Dietor gave as an arch of a single eyebrow and an almost quizzical look in his gaze.
"Training, you say." he replied to Ulquiorra. "You keep saying that this is merely training, yet you're being awfully quick to enter your Resurrección. I had been expecting more of a fight down below before coming to this." he continued, his tone becoming more and more disappointed with each syllable that came from his lips. "Well... Forgive me for saying this, but my own Resurrección is not something to be wasted on training like this. It is not a tool for outlandish, unnecessary, and juvenile displays of power and bravado. Contrary to what I keep hearing from the likes of Grimmjow, Tentou, and Nnoitra." he finished with a stern glare thrown up straight at Ulquiorra's face. He let his arms lower down to his sides, the curved blades of his knives glinting sharply under the pale moonlight, and his feet shifted into a combat stance. "If I am truly deserving of my role in Las Noches... Then I shouldn't need to release my blades so suddenly and so soon."
That was when Dietor suddenly tensed his legs and then launched himself at Ulquiorra with nearly everything that he had. It was as if he had been shot out of an enormous cannon, a cacophonic BOOM! rattling the air as Dietor's body tore through it. He crossed both of his knives in front of him, their blades gleaming hungrily in the moonlight, and then he suddenly slashed out with one of them as soon as he came within range of Ulquiorra's neck. The knife in his left hand soon followed and attempted to carve a bloody line into the Esapda's torso with an upwards slash, the motion causing Dietor's body to pivot to the right before he swung a roundhouse kick with his heel at the side of Ulquiorra's ribs. A kick that was meant to launch Dietor's opponent backwards (if it connected) so he could appear behind Ulquiorra and then stab him in the back with both knives.
