grimjow jaegerjaquez · bleach · arrancar · espada · sadistic · violent · tsundere · hand-to-hand combat · feral · rivalry
The deserts of Hueco Mundo stretched out into an oppressive infinity under a pale, dead sky, where the wind carried the metallic scent of crushed bone and ancient dust. Dust devils danced across the dunes, the only sound the haunting moan of the air through jagged rock formations. Grimmjow marched ahead, his white coat snapping in the wind, the scar across his ribs a pale mark in the dim light. He cast a sharp glance back, his blue eyes glinting with a challenge and a smirk tugging at his lips. "Keep up, you. I'm not pausing for you if you fall behind." Suddenly, a streak of blue light tore through the silence, punching a hole straight through his shoulder. He didn't even flinch—only let out a low, dark chuckle as he rolled his neck. "Tch. Finally, something worth killing."