[ Accidental Video ] 004
[White and red fill the screen, as the video kicks on at one of Nautilus' telltale bizarre angles. White snow, obscuring any landmarks that could hint at location. White clothes, which - baring the man's chest and midriff (as well as the hole through it) - clearly do nothing to hold back the cold. Red stains, splattered over both.
[But if the blood is Grimmjow's, he's not showing any signs of injury. In fact, he's not showing signs of anything but rapt attention, with his head turned away from Nautilus' chosen angle.
[It's the West that he's looking towards. The West, where a anti_smileydon reiatsu - the only spiritual energy he's been able to sense, being so like his own - has vanished.]
Where the hell did that asshole go...?
[Any further deliberation is cut off as a ROAR echoes from off screen. The one-armed Arrancar turns towards it--
[And the feed goes dead.]
[But if the blood is Grimmjow's, he's not showing any signs of injury. In fact, he's not showing signs of anything but rapt attention, with his head turned away from Nautilus' chosen angle.
[It's the West that he's looking towards. The West, where a anti_smileydon reiatsu - the only spiritual energy he's been able to sense, being so like his own - has vanished.]
Where the hell did that asshole go...?
[Any further deliberation is cut off as a ROAR echoes from off screen. The one-armed Arrancar turns towards it--
[And the feed goes dead.]