Ulquiorra was forced back, and forced to defend. He blocked a number of the strikes, turning slightly, but between the sparks and the flames, it was difficult to see when they were up close.

He blocked at one chakram, misjudging it slightly, his eyes widening as he felt the bladed edge slice his skin. The attack was powerful enough to penetrate even his defences, and that was unusual, and concerning.

He defended more concertedly against the next strike, but could only stop one. He stepped aside as the other wheeled towards him, just passing his head.

Then he felt the sharp blossom of pain on his cheek, too.

Ulquiorra backed off, ignoring his injuries, and concentrated his chakra while he raised one hand, and then snapped his fingers, instantly dispelling every buff Aerith had so carefully applied.