(Just before Ichigo and Grimmjow fight their final battle)

A gust of wind ruffled the blue hair of the Sexto Espada, and sent sand spraying and cascading everywhere. He stood in silence, thinking of the fight he would soon pursue, he was ready to easily dispose of that annoying Ichigo Kurosaki.

'You seem deep in thought... Grimmjow! So, you seek to destroy that Shinigami you fought in the World of the Living, the one who used a Hollow form against you and almost defeated you? You're pathetic!'

Grimmjow turned, Nnoitra, the arrogant bastard stood there, with a mocking look on his face. Nnoitra, the Quinto Espada, was an arrogant and powerful Arrancar, one who would spit on you after you saved his life. Grimmjow was similar to the other Espada, but preferred to think of himself as different; he might have an attitude, but Grimmjow didn't let anyone look down on him, which was what Nnoitra was doing right now.

'You dare to look down on me? I'll crush you!' Grimmjow snarled and inched closer to the taller Arrancar.

'Crush me?! You won't even cut me, Grimmjow, you piece of trash!' Then Nnoitra charged at him, lifting up the large scythe on a pole and slashed at him. Grimmjow blocked the slash with his Zanpakuto, drawing it swiftly. He was surprised por the true power behind Nnoitra's strikes, but wasn't about to compliment the annoying Espada. Nnoitra lifted the large weapon again and readied himself for another strike. Grimmjow didn't wait. The Sexto Espada anticipated and dodged the seguinte strike, then made his own attack, cutting into Nnoitra's shoulder. The wound didn't bleed and Nnoitra grinned evilly and slammed the end of the handle (of his weapon) into Grimmjow's stomach. Grimmjow pounced, landed and stood up, not even noticing the small twinge of pain that came with the sudden attack.

'Is that all you got? I though you were tougher than that, Nnoitra! Take this, you bastard! Cero!'

The large, red beam of energy soared at Nnoitra, who didn't move, but stood in the way of the blast's trajectory. It exploded violently, a Cero that almost rivalled Ulquiorra's. When the smoke cleared, Nnoitra was still standing, looking unimpressed por the power contained within the blast.

'Pitiful! I thought as Sexto Espada you could do mais damage than that, but it seemed I was wrong.'

Grimmjow smiled dangerously. 'Be careful what you wish for! Anyone who looks down on me, I'll spell out their death. For many, many years I wandered these deserts, constantly gaining mais power - I exceeded those around me and became who I am today. I told you, I'll crush you!'

To Be Continued