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Smirking as he got the upper hand Grimmjow twist the others arm. “Awe, here I thought ya’d go fer th’ other comments, slut.” A small growl left him as Nnoitra simply laid there, it couldn’t have been that shocking to have been flipped, right?
Balling his fist in Nnoitras hair Grimmjow kept his head pinned to the ground, a smirk on his face. “Whats th’ matter Nnoitra? Ya lost all yer fire?” He wasn’t sure what he was really fighting for more; a reaction from the other or to feel him simply snap and show him what true power was.
A growl escaped the tall males lips mimicking the other. “What th’ fuck did ya jus’ call me?” Nnoitra raised his arm to grip Grimmjows hand, urging him to release his hair. With his other hand he reached for the sexta’s throat. Once he had a good enough grip on the other, the quinto attempting to crush the other, though with one hand it was more difficult than he would have hoped.
“—-You’re a prick.”
"Never." Grimmjow stated, hands going to Nnoitra;s shoulders as soon as he was in reach and he sent his fist to Nnoitra’s jaw. It would be hell trying to pin the lanky male down. Damn Nnoitra was probably more flexible then he looked too.
Grabbing Nnoitras wrist Grimmjow hooked his leg behind his superiors leg, doing his best to flip the other onto his back, he simply knew that he had to win.
"Che—" Shifting his head to the side, he spat at the ground, which had traces of blood in it. "You little shit." Nnoitra wondered whether or not to let Grimmjow win, instead of them killing each other, or leaving severe injuries. Though if he figured that out he would never hear the end of it.
Surprisingly the Sexta had managed to flip him, so he was now on his back. A morbid scowl on his face. Grimmjow was allot more built then he looked; that was what he went with as he looked up at him.
Grimmjow grunt as he was kicked, he let the others arm go so he didn’t pull him overtop and lose any chance of a lead he had in the fight. Laying in the sand for a moment he looked up at the tall lanky male, his height even more intimidating from the ground.
A smirk crossed Grimmwjow’s lips as he raised his hand, licking the small mount of blood on his knuckles, hoping to goad the other into ground if they could get wrestling then maybe he could really get the upper hand.
Flicking his eyes up and down the Quinto’s lanky frame, trying to catch his attention and hold it as he kicked his foot out, hoping to trip the other up. He hadn’t once seen Nnoitra look truely shocked, and he wanted to so badly.
Ah? so the Sexta wanted to wrestle? Nnoitra was more then content on continuing the way this was going, surely Grimmjow knew Nnoitra already had an upper hand. He was lanky as hell, and if the sixth knew anything at all, he was screwed. Unless he had something else up his sleeve. That was his only way of winning. It was fairly obvious that Grimmjow looked stronger then himself, his muscles were apparent to anyone, where as Nnoitra’s would barely show at all. “Don’t underestimate me.”
The fifth espada made an irritated noise as he fell to the ground, gaining his bearings back as quick as he could.
Letting his now charred arm hang limply at his side he scowled at the taller male, he knew his attack had been weak, but he honestly was expecting to get a few more seconds out of his attack to think of his next move.
Cerulean eyes went large as he saw the fist moving, moving his stomach enough for the slim fist to go right through his hollow he used the new position to kick at Nnoitra’s side, his own fist swinging for the side of his head as he braced his hand on the Quinto’s forearm. He didn’t know what the fuck was wrong with the fifth, they hadn’t had the time to spar in forever and he blamed Nnoitra for always sparring with other assholes. Whenever he wasn’t busy damn Nnoitra was, it was driving him fucking insane.
A lone orb widened momentarily taking in the current situation he had got stuck in, his arm was currently held by Grimmjow, leaving him open to all the counter attacks that were given. A ashamed grunt of irritation pasted threw his thin lips, he tried to get his other arm to block himself from any further damage. That was so generously given out.
There was an uncomfortable warmth residing on the side of the Quinto’s head, which he assumed was where Grimmjow had struck him.
Deciding on a different approach and quickly, one of Nnoitras long legs raised to kick the other, pushing him down ward. Which inevitably pushed him in the opposite direction.
"Sweet— What?!" Grimmjow whirled around on the Quinto and he instantly regret his choice. Seeing that devilish tongue charging a cero was horrible. He didn’t want to see his own impending doom, besides, since when do they use cero when they’re sparring without their zanpakuto.
His eyes dart around again, nothing to hide behind to dispel the blast and he was far too close to actually dodge the attack properly. Grimmjow had a fleeting idea of having Nel’s weird reiatsu-consuming ability, but he didn’t and he had just enough time left to figure out which body part he’d rather live without.
Since Tousen’s stupid idea of cutting off his left arm Grimmjow had been far more partial to his right anyhow. Moving quickly towards his superior Grimmjow charged a cero in his own right hand, thrusting it into Nnoitras side as he pushed his chin up higher with his left, effectively landing the weak and unprepared cero of his own into the Quinto’s ribs.”
The Sextas actions almost agitated Nnoitra, he had seen better, even with the fifths hierro. “Che— th’ least ya’ could do is dodge a little better. Come on Grimmjow.” After he was done speaking he turned only to be met with an uncomfortable sting where his ribs were, he would have to try harder then that.
A quiet laugh left the Quinto’s throat, as he swung his fist towards the others stomach in hopes of knocking him over, at least for a little while. Somewhere in the back of Nnoitras head, he wished that Grimmjow wasn’t always busy with someone else, not to sound like a needy bitch or anything. Though it seemed he was always with some bimbo. A fight sounds a hell of allot more fun.