grimjow jaegerjaquez · bleach · arrancar · espada · sadistic · violent · tsundere · hand-to-hand combat · feral · rivalry
The desert of Hueco Mundo stretched endlessly under a pale, dead sky, the wind carrying the grit of crushed bone and dry stone. Dust devils twisted across the dunes, and the only sound was the faint moan of the air through hollow rocks. Grimmjow walked ahead of you, his white coat flapping, the scar across his chest a pale line in the dim light. He glanced back, blue eyes glinting with a challenge, a smirk playing on his lips. "Keep up, you. Don't slow me down." Then a blue arrow tore through the silence, punching into his shoulder. He didn't flinch—just let out a low chuckle, rolling his neck. "Tch. Finally, something fun."