[Compile] Ichigo, Yoruichi, Grimmjow, Ulquiorra
Ulquiorra was being quiet, but Grimmjow figured it was for the best. The last thing he needed was the other arrancar getting on his case about how orders should be followed or the proper way to do things. His grin widened viciously as the orange-haired body shed his body and took on shinigami form.
Perfect. He could kill one shinigami with the first attack. If the cat interfered, Ulquiorra could take care of its dumb ass. Grimmjow was more interested in taking care of the kid.
"Grimmjow Jaggerjack," he replied, pondering just how this one was going to die. Jabbing hands through bodies was more Di Roy's style, but this shinigami seemed weak enough to merit that kind of attention. "And you? What kinda name should I be calling the splatter on pavement yer gonna be?"
Ulquiorra watched on blandly, unimpressed by Grimmjow’s predictably and the boy’s attempt to be a savior as words were exchanged. Trash. Humans were utter trash; pretending to be heroes, all of them, but in the end, nothing but mere losers when they were crushed like the trash they were.
Dead eyes, patient, watched the youth remove himself from his body, and it was clear - from that - that he was no ordinary human. He was, as Ulquiorra came to recognize, Kurosaki Ichigo. The one who had gone against the Soul Society and Aizen-sama.
“Grimmjow,” Ulquiorra’s voice was monotone, the same as always. “He is the one who Aizen-sama warned us of.” With that said, the dull statement obvious, Ulquiorra turned his gaze on the black feline, knowing that she was something--someone to watch out for. He kept his movements limited, his hand close to his blade if the need be. Unlike Grimmjow, Ulquiorra practiced sensibility.
Despite the glare Ichigo kept fixed on his opponent, a bead of sweat slowly made it's way down his temple. He wasn't the best at sensing reiatsu, but when it was as blaringly obvious as though Grimmjow were waving a big sign about, he could tell this guy was gonna be a pain in the ass. The overpowering stench of a hollow was unmistakable, though something just wasn't quite right about it.
Ichigo managed a grin back as he reached for Zangetsu. "Kurosaki Ichigo," he said, guessing that all that power was no doubt why he was so confident. "You sure have decided my ending pretty quick." The zanpakutou was held out before him. He didn't bother to glance over and see how Yoruichi had reacted. If she was going to fight, he knew she could handle herself. If not, Ichigo wasn't about to ask for help.
Flicking his attention to the emo-looking one when he actually said something, Ichigo's grin wavered only a second before it became a smirk of confidence. "He warned you, did he?" Of course that nerdy bastard was responsible for these two. Why had that even surprised him?
"In that case, maybe you're the one who needs to worry about the pavement!" The moment the words were out of his mouth, Ichigo was already tearing forth in a leap towards Grimmjow. Zangetsu was swung in a swift horizontal arc to either test his reaction, or take that annoying grin off his face.
Grimmjow rolled his eyes at Ulquiorra's statement. He knew very damn well who it was and the only thing that mattered was that he was a shinigami and that he was going to get his ass kicked, preferably kicked until he stopped breathing altogether. "Yeah, yeah, I know, shithead. Don't need to remind me."
Grimmjow swung out of the way of the kid's strike with a short sonido. He was too fucking slow. Aizen might have warned them about the brat, but he sure as hell wasn't near as fun as he should have been for someone that Aizen felt threatened by.
"He might'a warned us, yeah. But I ain't seein' anything interestin' enough, yet," Grimmjow scoffed, lifting his hand, letting it glow bright blue with the signs of impending cero.
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Perfect. He could kill one shinigami with the first attack. If the cat interfered, Ulquiorra could take care of its dumb ass. Grimmjow was more interested in taking care of the kid.
"Grimmjow Jaggerjack," he replied, pondering just how this one was going to die. Jabbing hands through bodies was more Di Roy's style, but this shinigami seemed weak enough to merit that kind of attention. "And you? What kinda name should I be calling the splatter on pavement yer gonna be?"
Ulquiorra watched on blandly, unimpressed by Grimmjow’s predictably and the boy’s attempt to be a savior as words were exchanged. Trash. Humans were utter trash; pretending to be heroes, all of them, but in the end, nothing but mere losers when they were crushed like the trash they were.
Dead eyes, patient, watched the youth remove himself from his body, and it was clear - from that - that he was no ordinary human. He was, as Ulquiorra came to recognize, Kurosaki Ichigo. The one who had gone against the Soul Society and Aizen-sama.
“Grimmjow,” Ulquiorra’s voice was monotone, the same as always. “He is the one who Aizen-sama warned us of.” With that said, the dull statement obvious, Ulquiorra turned his gaze on the black feline, knowing that she was something--someone to watch out for. He kept his movements limited, his hand close to his blade if the need be. Unlike Grimmjow, Ulquiorra practiced sensibility.
Despite the glare Ichigo kept fixed on his opponent, a bead of sweat slowly made it's way down his temple. He wasn't the best at sensing reiatsu, but when it was as blaringly obvious as though Grimmjow were waving a big sign about, he could tell this guy was gonna be a pain in the ass. The overpowering stench of a hollow was unmistakable, though something just wasn't quite right about it.
Ichigo managed a grin back as he reached for Zangetsu. "Kurosaki Ichigo," he said, guessing that all that power was no doubt why he was so confident. "You sure have decided my ending pretty quick." The zanpakutou was held out before him. He didn't bother to glance over and see how Yoruichi had reacted. If she was going to fight, he knew she could handle herself. If not, Ichigo wasn't about to ask for help.
Flicking his attention to the emo-looking one when he actually said something, Ichigo's grin wavered only a second before it became a smirk of confidence. "He warned you, did he?" Of course that nerdy bastard was responsible for these two. Why had that even surprised him?
"In that case, maybe you're the one who needs to worry about the pavement!" The moment the words were out of his mouth, Ichigo was already tearing forth in a leap towards Grimmjow. Zangetsu was swung in a swift horizontal arc to either test his reaction, or take that annoying grin off his face.
Grimmjow rolled his eyes at Ulquiorra's statement. He knew very damn well who it was and the only thing that mattered was that he was a shinigami and that he was going to get his ass kicked, preferably kicked until he stopped breathing altogether. "Yeah, yeah, I know, shithead. Don't need to remind me."
Grimmjow swung out of the way of the kid's strike with a short sonido. He was too fucking slow. Aizen might have warned them about the brat, but he sure as hell wasn't near as fun as he should have been for someone that Aizen felt threatened by.
"He might'a warned us, yeah. But I ain't seein' anything interestin' enough, yet," Grimmjow scoffed, lifting his hand, letting it glow bright blue with the signs of impending cero.
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