[Compile] Ichigo, Grimmjow (Yoruichi, Ulquiorra)
The cat, who was not a cat, it seemed, did not seem to be in a mood - unlike her partner - to fight off either of the two newcomers. Something which suited Ulquiorra just fine, as neither was he in the mood to particularly fend off someone - anyone - lest it be out of necessity. Trash were meant to be disposed of, yes. But it seemed as if Grimmjow would do just that for Ulquiorra, whether or not Ulquiorra inserted himself into the equation. There was no need for Ulquiorra to get into anything when Grimmjow would take care of it. He was only here to clean up the trash, after all.
Ulquiorra noted, with a sense of detachment, that the boy, the threat that was no threat, was arrogant. He was conceited; smug of the power from shinigami that paled in the face of an Arrancar’s own. Obviously the boy would receive a firm slap of reality when Grimmjow was through with him. And whilst he could almost match Grimmjow in cockiness, the boy was decades away from actually matching Grimmjow in power.
Watching the cero build up in his brother’s palm with dead eyes, Ulquiorra watched on, already knowing the outcome of the fight before it had even truly begun.
Ichigo's sword cut through nothing but air as Grimmjow suddenly disappeared. His eyes widened in surprise and he took a jump back. Damn. He was fast, moreso than he thought. He landed on the wall formerly in use by Yoruichi, and his eyes darted around to find where his opponent had gone.
There he was! Not much time was given for consideration he saw the light grow in his hands. "Sorry, gotta warm up first!" Ichigo quickly shifted his grip on Zangetsu and swung it in his direction in an attempt to disrupt him. "Getsuga Tenshou!" he shouted as a crescent arc of blue energy spiralled away from the blade at Grimmjow.
What the hell were these guys anyway? There wasn't much time to consider it really. It really wasn't even such a big deal to Ichigo in light of impending violence, but fighting a guy with a hole in his stomach sorta left nagging questions, like 'How the hell do you function?'. Nevermind that they felt like Hollows. They sure as hell didn't look like the normal ones.
Ichigo flash stepped off the wall at Grimmjow again after his attack, stepping up his pace and not wasting a moment.
"Shiiit," Grimmjow hissed, slammed back by the force of the attack, the light of cero flickering once and then twice before dying as his concentration was lost. Where the hell did that come from? The kid didn't seem like he could pack a punch like that.
It excited Grimmjow, excited him and made him want so much more. If the shinigami kid was hiding something like that, then this fight was going to be a shitload more interesting than he thought it might be.
He lifted a hand to the thick gash on his chest and burst out laughing, "That's fucking great. What else can you do, shinigami? Show me!"
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Ulquiorra noted, with a sense of detachment, that the boy, the threat that was no threat, was arrogant. He was conceited; smug of the power from shinigami that paled in the face of an Arrancar’s own. Obviously the boy would receive a firm slap of reality when Grimmjow was through with him. And whilst he could almost match Grimmjow in cockiness, the boy was decades away from actually matching Grimmjow in power.
Watching the cero build up in his brother’s palm with dead eyes, Ulquiorra watched on, already knowing the outcome of the fight before it had even truly begun.
Ichigo's sword cut through nothing but air as Grimmjow suddenly disappeared. His eyes widened in surprise and he took a jump back. Damn. He was fast, moreso than he thought. He landed on the wall formerly in use by Yoruichi, and his eyes darted around to find where his opponent had gone.
There he was! Not much time was given for consideration he saw the light grow in his hands. "Sorry, gotta warm up first!" Ichigo quickly shifted his grip on Zangetsu and swung it in his direction in an attempt to disrupt him. "Getsuga Tenshou!" he shouted as a crescent arc of blue energy spiralled away from the blade at Grimmjow.
What the hell were these guys anyway? There wasn't much time to consider it really. It really wasn't even such a big deal to Ichigo in light of impending violence, but fighting a guy with a hole in his stomach sorta left nagging questions, like 'How the hell do you function?'. Nevermind that they felt like Hollows. They sure as hell didn't look like the normal ones.
Ichigo flash stepped off the wall at Grimmjow again after his attack, stepping up his pace and not wasting a moment.
"Shiiit," Grimmjow hissed, slammed back by the force of the attack, the light of cero flickering once and then twice before dying as his concentration was lost. Where the hell did that come from? The kid didn't seem like he could pack a punch like that.
It excited Grimmjow, excited him and made him want so much more. If the shinigami kid was hiding something like that, then this fight was going to be a shitload more interesting than he thought it might be.
He lifted a hand to the thick gash on his chest and burst out laughing, "That's fucking great. What else can you do, shinigami? Show me!"
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