Renji fell to his back in the deep icey sand, his chest rising and falling, each breath labored and deliberate. “Gah…why the hell are you attacking me still... He fucking attacked you too…” The prideful shinigami drove his muscular fingers into the sand, gripping it while shaking with rage and fear of his assailant. He'd tried everything he knew but the espada was too strong, even his Bankai failed to penetrate the hollow's spiritual pressure far enough to damage his clothing.
Unscathed and grinning like the mad man he was, Grimmjow towered over Renji. His exposed muscular chest made little movement even by normal terms; his fight with the lieutenant had not even made him break a sweat. Messy blue hair writhed in the cold wind, and turned silver by the omnipresent moon. “Keh, yer a real dumbass you know that. That hollow is on my side, I told him to shrink me coz you were too much of a sore loser to accept your fate. You kept bitchin' when I was gonna stomp you about how it was unfair that you were so small, and how you could hold me off if we were on even terms. So I let yah go and tracked you here like the pathetic prey you are.” His brilliant blue eyes narrowed to slits and a jagged grin crawled across his face. “Now I'm gonna gut yah, I wish I could at least say it was fun. But stomping your bitch ass is like swatting flies, even when you ain't the size of one.”
Renji snarled, he may be a lieutenant, but he had held his own against captain level opponents before, and even when he lost he never backed down. He didn't back down against Byakuya after being lacerated by a hundred million blades passing through his body. Had he had any more spirit energy left he would have killed the captain who had foolishly assumed he was dead. He didn't back down against any of the espada he fought or even his sibilingesque rival, Ichigo. Renji sure as hell wasn't going to back down now. Fueling his muscles with the hatred building up from Grimmjow trampling on his pride he gripped Zabimaru's hilt and began to shakily pull himself to his feet. As his body heaved, red spiritual energy engulfed his body like hellfire.
Grimmjow raised a brow the way one does when someone tells a corny joke, because that's all this man was to him. A joke. Even with his willpower the gap between them was too great; Grimmjow could kill him with one finger alone. “What the hell is that? You call that power? Tch, yer only makin a fool outta yerself kid. Flaunting that red crap around like it means somethin, I guess I'll have to show you up, knock you down a peg. I'm not lettin you die with that pathetic look on yer face; it’s insulting.” Grimmjow shoved his hands in his pockets and unleashed the full force of his spiritual energy. The landscape around them was decimated, sand blasted away in all directions forming a massive valley over which Grimmjow hovered. The air became like water and Renji's body like lead. He was immediately floored by the power. His muscles trembled and burned red, straining to keep himself from being killed by the terrible weight alone. He couldn't breathe. The air was too thick or maybe his lungs were already crushed; Renji couldn't tell. One by one his extremities caved under the power, muscles going limp. It wasn't long before Renji was completely paralyzed, only able to stare at his attacker as he awaited the finishing blow.
“This, this ain't even real power. Kid you ain't the only ones who improved since Aizen got beat down by that sandle- hat twink. The few of us who survived got stronger too. Lemme show yah what real power is.” He extended his hand toward Renji and black energy gathered at his fingertips.
“Black cero... in… an unreleased form!?” The shinigami gasped, the espada must have truly been working just as hard as the soul society. Deep down did they all really hate Aizen that much, to grow this much in power just to stop from being enslaved again? “The bigger the cero the more your bitch ass is gonna go BANG.” Grimmjow laughed maniacally, the contours of of his unbuttoned coat whipping around torso and his skin sparking with excess energy from the super powered Cero. Renji's eyes widened and his heart felt like it had stopped beating in his chest. This really was the end. There was no way he could survive being hit by even half the power of the cero Grimmjow had prepared. “What power…” Was all Renji could say as he stared at the hovering espada... The cero finally reached completion. Grimmjow's eyes went from slits to bulging embodiments of bloodlust, energy and malice glowing in the slitted pupils as he unleashed the cero with an animal like roar. Renji would have braced himself if he could move.
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