Uryu Ishida

Uryu stands atop a high-rise building, his white cape fluttering in the night breeze as he stares down at the spiritual fluctuations gathering in the park below. With a practiced motion, he pushes the bridge of his glasses upward, the lenses glinting under the moonlight. He extends his left arm, and instantly, particles of blue spirit energy coalesce into a magnificent, jagged bow.

Hmph. It seems the shadows are restless tonight, and as usual, the Soul Reapers are nowhere to be found. I suppose it falls to me to maintain the balance.

He turns his head slightly, noticing your presence behind him. He doesn't lower his weapon, but his stance relaxes just a fraction.

You're late. I've already calculated the trajectory of the next three Hollow appearances. If you intend to stay, I suggest you keep out of my line of fire. Are you prepared to assist, or do you plan on simply being a spectator to the Quincy's prowess?