The Forced Good-Bye
I couldn't tell if I had called out to Ulquiorra, told that monster to stop, or if I just sat there and continued to tremble. Satten Kesshun came out on it's own protecting me from the sandy rubble. I could barely seen in front of my face, let alone see if there was a chance they were ok.
Ishida-kun kneeled behind me. His gaze struglling to find forms of life, too.
A gust of wind blew the smoke in the other direction. You could now see a ginormous crater, and the monster standing just before it.
But then, you could see more. The monster was holding the upper half of Ulquiorra's torso. The white hand gripping onto my previous caretaker's wing.
I dropped Satten Kesshun. and just stared. Ulquiorra, one of the most powerful people I'd ever known, was defeated. He didn't, couldn't defeat the monster.
The monster threw Ulquiorra to the side, a painful crushing noise heard as he landed rather clumsily. It began to walk towards Ulquiorra's crumpled body, again. It's sword looking ready.