Ulquiorra took his seat in the familiar room, here is where Azien would summon them.
Here is where he would get meaning in his life, even if it was just the bidding of another.
It surprised him with how much differedwithout the others.
That wasn't entirely true, he wasn't , the sexta sat in the unoccupied marble 's back arched against the arm, elbow ploped on it, resting his head on his upturned palm.
His left leg hung off swinging back n'forth, reminding Ulquiorra of an agitated cat's tail. Grimmjow wore an expression to match his actions. The cause of the sixta agitation was none other then Ulquiorra silencing him when he first was roughly a half-hour ago, neither had spoken sense.
The eternal silence made it seem so much longer.
sensed him before he saw him, he drew MurciƩlago.
The two large stone doors; directly in front of the table and throne, blew outward, ripping off their hinges and sending pieces of the wall spewing forward, slamming onto the floor.
Ulquiorra brought up MurciƩlago over his head blocking an attack from Nnorita.
Still in the air Nnorita stuck out his tounge, the tip pointing downward, the tattoo marking his rank clearly visible. A yellow orb begun to form at the the tip of his tounge.
Ulquiorra sonido-ed out of the harms way from the quinto's purly on instinct Ulquiorra dodged a kick from Grimmjow, and slashed at the sexta. Grimmjow merely sidesteped the attack and brought down Pantera, the cuatro was fast enough to block the strike, but didn't see Nnorita coming from behind till it was to late.
Nnorita cut Ulquiorra from his upper left shoulder to his lower right back.
The attack sent Ulquiorra rolling towards the side, ignoring the pain, he quickly got up and into a stance to take on the two.
Ulquiorra leaped out of the way as tossed across the room at him. Ulquiorra made the fatal mistake of glancing at the sexta form, now smashed into the wall.
Nnorita took full advantage Ulquiorra's divided attention, he quickly brought down Santa Teresa across the cuatro's chest.
Blood sprayed out as Nnorita's blade parted cloth and flesh. "Cero." The blast hit Nnorita at point blank, sending the quinto into the air.
As Nnorita, helpless to mercy of gravity, fell back to the floor Grimmjow struck.
He fired a cero of his own at behind the unsuspecting cuatro, frying his back and his body into the opposite wall.
Grimmjow brought his Zanpakuto in front of him as he charged at the now standing quinto.
Ripping through bone and flesh, the tip of Pantera emerged from Nnorita back, covered in blood. Nnorita face was a twisted mask of pain and shock, a contrast to howling laughter caused by Grimmjow.
"You pathetic shit. You don't deserve to be ranked higher-" Grimmjow voice stopped and became a scream of twinge as soon as Nnorita's luna scythe was half buried in his ribs.
Grimmjow tried to curse the quinto, but ended up striking up a bloody cough fit, and instead dampening the quinto face in a crimson red.
Before either could react, a hot green burst of enery blast them forward and apart, tearing out the quinto weapon from Grimmjow insides.
Grimmjow clutched his side as he stood up. Nnorita ripped out the sexta blade from his chest with only a slight grimace of discomfort.
With the weapon now gone, Nnorita's wound bleed more freely. Heavy flows of crimson bathed Nnorita's lower half along with the floor. Grimmjow's uniform and side of the room faired no better. Both left a trail of blood as the slowly stumbled towards one another.
Both were losing to much blood, but neither wanted to admit defeat. Nnorita dragged Santa Teresa behind him, Grimmjow placed on hand on his side desperately trying to slow the flow of blood.
Less then ten feet away from each other, both feel to their knees, both slummed froward to the ground. Slowly a pool of blood begun to form around them.
Grimmjow stared at Nnorita, and vice visa, none had the strength to even lift their heads.
"You.. Bastard..." Both accused another, before falling unconscious.
Ulquiorra looked down at the two figures laying in a bath of blood. Both had gotten the drop on him.
He didn't know what to make of this, these trash were able to strike him.
He ignored the mass feeling that was devouring his thoughts and stepped around the two's mess as he exited in search of new clothes.
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