Lips smooched, legs crossed, hearts crossed, power and blades are crossed against each other as well. The mysteriousness of this city is its crossings, with one that strives for power by attaining a land of a city, and to attain it, they must either attack a claimed land or a deserted place, unclaimed. It is really a foolish thing to do if someone where to try hard in claiming a land of a powerful organization, and by doing so, is to attack it. However, some doesn't strive for power, but instead, they wanted attention. Someone or something to notice them, to interfere, to give them the attention and the entertainment they need in order to satisfy themselves through attacking a land that is not theirs by using their so-called powers.
The spiritual realm has its rules, so does the living realm has its own specific rules as well, especially those who claimed the land and control it to its fullest using his/her's resources, and someone is making a big show in Britain, a place where all demons and hollows belong and lived wihout minding any almighty or brave protagonists entering this very steps of its ruler with all of the eyes and ears within the city, not to mention that, even the Asthavons are here to make a good blink in their eyes to see whether some foolish people would make a mess out of this land, and it seems there are quite brave ones, even Arrancar that thinks they have the power to fight against Shadowfall, but sadly, they don't when it comes to its land, power and resources, it seems.
Coming from the depths of confinement, it was time to give the Asthavon a good show out of her appearance within the likes of Britain and this, arrancar, Shestiva. At first, she wouldn't give a good damn about what is going to happen to this city but it would be a bother for the rest of her sisters to enter this graceful battlefield invaded by nothing but lowly beings who thinks they could draw out the greatest warriors of Shadowfall or even the lowly minions of it. Instead of letting this arrancar bother Shadowfall itself, Silvia's going to make her entrance in replacement of Shadowfall since she is one of them as well, noting that she is an Asthavon herself. Her delicate hair floats above the breeze of Britain, as she walked above the air, only to have an invisible floor below her feet since she doesn't have any floating ability like any other shinigamis, demons or other spiritual beings do, so all Silvia could do is to use her powers to mimic one by creating an invisible floor beneath her feet in order to float above the sky.
As from what she had seen, these hollows seemed to be under her control when Shestiva's energy pulsed throughout the area the second her feet made into contact with the land itself, and been given commands to assault this city under its controller's will. However, in an instance, before every possible hollows and lowly beings that was under Shestiva's control were able to even have its mighty claws or its foot step within the borderlines of Shadowfall, Silvia's right hand waved gracefully above the air, only to summon small-sized blasts, measured and sized just about a pen, but its piercing capability and destructive force made under the creation of matter with her powers can be considered average and deadly to lesser and any possible lowly beings that the arrancar might've controlled. Its blast made its way past each hollow's head, only to pierce through and vibrate their heads to explode upon contact of its force of the blast itself that Silvia created wihout any break of a sweat.
Her presence was soon made official when her spiritual power spiked when she raised just about a quarter of her spiritual power, enough to shake even average captains under his/her sealed states to stutter with their words and tremble under the tremendous pressure of her spiritual power, as expected from an Asthavon that had held a portion of the universe's powers, and even so, that made her physical body unstable and protected by a so-called 'False Body', enough to take even the mightiest blows from a Cero Oscuras. It became obvious that another entity joined this battlefield, since someone had the pair to even try wasting their time to draw out themselves some Shadowfall members, but to no avail, all she drew was a death card, with all the presence of an Asthavon. Life and Death was the choice of the arrancar, of course, as long as she doesn't try to lay a finger on Britain or herself, Silvia wouldn't try to decimate her, disassemble her or simply, making her vanguish from the very eyes of existence wihout any hesitation behind her.
Her spiritual power only bursted within a matter of seconds just to give out her location and presence, before lowering it down in order to simply match with Shestiva's level and to not burn her away when she gets near her even by an inch, and to keep things short, she surpressed her spiritual power to a point where she stays on the same level as the female arrancar, and if one would try to measure her level after Silvia's previous burst, her spiritual power is just like of a tier 4's, a weak being that seemingly took out an entire army of hollows that were possibly males with only a mere wave of her hand, which allowed her to create a definite amount of blasts to blast their heads off from the air.
It took her soon enough to arrive in front of Shestiva as Silvia slowly climbed down a flight of invisible stairs, lightly stepping the earth beneath her feet. Her neon green eyes glanced at the arrancar, only to chuckle softly as her graceful hand held the female arrancar's chin gently. Its claws seemed like a gentle hand, sliding across her chin as her face moved ever closely to the likes of the arrancar with nothing but a sincere smile on her face, both excitement and interest behind it and if someone were to take a look at her smile, it looked motherly and gentle behind her smile, and it was exceptionally hard to read out her mysterious mind of the universe, but of course, Silvia herself meant no harm than to simply burn the likes of these hollows whom was under the control of the female's aura and tried to lay their worthless fingers and feet onto the grounds of Shadowfall by its enemy.
Her tone never stuttered, speaking in a calm accent with a mixture of an Australian and British accent behind her voice, and to one's ears, it sounds respectful and cannot be determined whether it is threatening, offensive or inappropriate, while her language seems to be old and from an outdated generation but still fits in with the modern english by mixing her old knowledge and time with the modern world, "Thou knowest that you are currently in the very lands of Shadowfall or was i wrong, Miss Arrancar-san?"
Silvia chuckled again, only to slowly slide away from Shestiva's chin as her arms crossed, with one of her hands rose up for herself to lay her head gently before the palm of her hand, only to keep the smile on her face and only to await the arrancar's mighty words and actions to counter this rather.. unfortunate situation given that an Asthavon simply appear before the eyes of a commoner, an arrancar.