[video]
[it's hard to tell where Uryuu is at first glance. There's a lot of pale yellow and brown - he's standing on a low hill, with a long field behind him that stretches into the gray treeline of a forest. He's dressed in all Quincy white, his mantle flapping across his shoulders with the wind. His face is lowered. Quincy: We Know Drama.]
...Such a lowly action, attacking an unarmed woman. I really dislike that sort of thing. I wonder if you think it makes you look stronger.
Allow me to enlighten you: it doesn't. It only raises the question of whether you were removed from the rank of an Espada because of your cowardice or because of your weakness. It could have been either, judging from that weak and cowardly display.
[Uryuu lifts his head. A strange black mark on his neck - like the tattoo of a pointed star - seems to pulse with a red and orange glow. His eyes are cold.]
I'm the source of those news articles alerting the public to the dangers of your kind. I spread the information, just as I'm the one who provided the press with the photographic evidence of your vandalism. There was no "anonymous psychic". There was no source beyond myself.
[he pushes up his glasses with two fingers, the lenses catching the light]
Come find me, Arrancar, when you're tired of picking on little girls.
[click]
((Interested characters will be able to watch the fight here))
...Such a lowly action, attacking an unarmed woman. I really dislike that sort of thing. I wonder if you think it makes you look stronger.
Allow me to enlighten you: it doesn't. It only raises the question of whether you were removed from the rank of an Espada because of your cowardice or because of your weakness. It could have been either, judging from that weak and cowardly display.
[Uryuu lifts his head. A strange black mark on his neck - like the tattoo of a pointed star - seems to pulse with a red and orange glow. His eyes are cold.]
I'm the source of those news articles alerting the public to the dangers of your kind. I spread the information, just as I'm the one who provided the press with the photographic evidence of your vandalism. There was no "anonymous psychic". There was no source beyond myself.
[he pushes up his glasses with two fingers, the lenses catching the light]
Come find me, Arrancar, when you're tired of picking on little girls.
[click]
((Interested characters will be able to watch the fight here))