Ichigo stared down his sword at Grimmjow. Then he started glaring. The stupid blue-haired... thing was gripping his sword like it was blunt! Ichigo knew for a fact that it wasn't. When the idiot still didn't let go, Ichigo glared harder, and cut Grimmjow off in the middle of his spiel about how everyone thought they were better than him.
"Dammit, Grimmjow! Let go of my sword!"
Grimmjow got such a shock that he really did let go and fell backwards. Ichigo lifted his blade and inspected it, glaring past it to the panther man on the ground.
"Please tell me that your fingers are sliced, at least."
Grimmjow looked down at his hand, completely baffled.
"What?"
Ichigo rolled his eyes.
"Intelligent. Show me your fingers."
Grimmjow lifted his hand dumbly. Ichigo grabbed it and turned it over, staring at the digits and the claws. Then he swore and threw Grimmjow's hand back at him, sending him flying backwards over the sand. Grimmjow jumped up, swearing.
"What the hell? What are you doing?"
Ichigo lifted his blade and rubbed his thumb against it, growling when the skin was sliced open.
"Why does the stupid sword decide to be sharp only when I test it?"
Grimmjow's eyebrow rose.
"What?"
Ichigo glanced up and Grimmjow was amused to see anger.
"You grab the stupid thing and don't get cut. Ulquiorra grabs the thing like it's a block of wood just conveniently resting against his shoulder. I grab it and get cut."
Ichigo glared at his sword as silence enveloped the two of them. Then, suddenly, out of the blue, Grimmjow fell over laughing. Ichigo glanced over and glared.
"What?"
He couldn't speak because he was laughing so hard. Ichigo glanced up to see the orange-haired speck which was Orihime. He couldn't see her facial expression, but could imagine it all the same. He shook his head and stared back down at the man rolling across the sand. Lifting his dull sword onto his shoulder, Ichigo turned and stalked away. Grimmjow lifted himself onto one elbow and called after him.
"Where are you going? We haven't finished yet!"
Ichigo looked back, yellow eye flashing with annoyance.
"We'll continue after I get my sword looked at. And after you decide what is funny and what isn't."
Grimmjow stared after him, sagging slightly.
"You can't say that this situation isn't funny! You know it is!"
Orihime looked down in confusion. The fight wasn't over but Ichigo was walking away. Grimmjow stared after him, then smirked.
"Weak ass human."
Worked like a charm. Ichigo stopped, turned his head, glared, then, sword blunt or not, charged like Aizen was after him.
We all know how that ended, don't we? Ichigo didn't fight to win. He fought to prove that his sword was not blunt! Disregarding whether it was or not.