A red shot obliterated another car as some blue form whizzed by it, barely missing the thing as another form flew after it.
Once more red blasted out for the constantly moving blue mirage, yet though many buildings, sidewalks, cars, and other things sustained major damage the mirage remained untouched.
Suddenly the chase ceased and both the mirage and the form that had been chasing it went still, the girl appearing as the mirage just blinked away and Grimmjow stepping forward, looking at her with a smirk.
"Huh, guess I shouldn't have spoken so soon. You're pretty fast. But don't you get tired just running away all the time?"
The girl was smiling, seeming pleased, and took a step forward herself.
Grimmjow prepared for her to come at him, but like before she disappeared. However, when she re-appeared behind him this time he spun around and grabbed her wrist as it struck out at him, then he threw her over his shoulder at a building. Unfortunately she managed to gain control in her flight and landed elegantly on a balcony of the building.
"Wiseass huh? Well…"
There was a sound of sudden displacement as he used his Sonido to appear right above her.
"I can move fast too ya little runt!" He roared, the girl looking up at him, seeming more pleased than she had before.
His eyes narrowed and Grimmjow struck down at her with a leg. Then, as if mocking what he'd done to her before, she grabbed his foot as it descended towards her and pulled it further down until they were face to face.
Grimmjow was stunned this chick could block his attacks so easily. Solomon hadn't looked like much either but he'd thought this would be a snap.
She brought a hand up to the side of his face, seeming to examine him.
"I like your eyes. They're pretty." She purred, causing him to break out of his funk and pull away, aiming his hand at her.
"Go to hell!" He yelled at her as the air in front of his hand glowed red and began to charge, forming a Cero. That finally caused the girl to lose her smile, though it looked like it was more out of curiosity than any kind of fear.
"Doesn't matter. She'll get blown away all the same." He thought as the energy discharged, annihilating the whole building that stood in front of it in one magnificent red burst.
When the dust cleared only the very edges of the building remained, having been spared from the cero's radius. There was no sign of her; no blood, no bones, no pieces of clothing... nothing remained.
"Damnit." He thought out loud, knowing there would have at least been shoes left or something if it'd worked.
Grimmjow began to turn around when he felt an arm curl up under one of his own and place itself at the base of his neck, another one doing the same under the opposite arm, as if he was being embraced from behind.
"I wonder if you'll taste like fire… or maybe ice…" He heard the girl muse behind him.
"What the hell-"
Then he felt two things sink into his neck and a strong pain jolted out through his body. The blue-haired Arrancar yelled out, fury overwhelming his pain, and thrashed, trying to break free. But it wasn't any use. Regardless of how this girl looked, she was just as strong if not stronger than he was.
"The hell she is! No one is stronger than me!" He roared in his mind, putting his arms down and aiming his hands back, both firing a Bala and forcing the girl to depart from her drinking before he'd completely run out of strength.
Grimmjow stumbled and fell forward, landing on the floor of what used to be a room of the building.
"Oh dear, was that all you had to offer? I'd been hoping there would be a bit more to you." She remarked, her tone approaching a pout.
"'more to me'?! I'm not as good as you thought I was?! I'm so much weaker?!"
His hands grabbed the tiled floor and scraped his nails along it as he forced himself up.
"You think you're stronger than me, don't you?" He asked, his voice suppressed for the moment.
"Yes." She replied like it was a normal question.
"…alright. Fine." He spoke, his voice raising.
"I'm not going to let anyone think that, let alone a little vampire brat. I'll show you, I'm not weak!" He roared, grabbing the scabbard of his katana with one hand and the hilt with the other as he spun around and ran at her.
"Now grind!-"
Someone appeared behind her and placed a hand on her shoulder, the girl not even seeming to acknowledge it, before they disappeared in another one of those blue mirages.
"Damnit!" He swore while running forward, looking down onto the street and seeing that Solomon was gone as well.
His teeth ground together in infuriation and he let out the loudest roar he could muster into the sky.
"What were you thinking, Solomon? Bringing Diva out to that man like this." James remarked.
Diva sat in the back seat of a car yet again, though this time it was that of a modest one driven by her "rescuer"; James Ironside.
The car wasn't anything special. It was reliable, that was all that mattered to him.
Solomon sat in the front passenger's seat, looking out the window without any real interest.
"Diva wished to go and see him, so I took her to him. It was that simple, James." Solomon remarked as passively as ever.
James regarded the statement with mixed feelings, though the most noticeable one was irritation.
"But she could have been severely hurt! If even one scratch had befallen her-"
"James…" Diva began calmly, looking at him through his seat.
"Please don't be mad at Solomon. I've gone so long without playing with anyone that I simply had to go and see that man."
James glanced back at her.
"And, I want to see him again." She spoke, touching a finger to her lips.
"That blood of his… it was absolutely exquisite."
The dark-skinned military man looked forward once again.
"Diva, I know you wish to drink more of his blood. But why not send one of us out to capture him and bring him back so you can drink his blood in a safer environment?" He suggested.
A smile reached onto her face and she looked out her window.
"That man, he was different than any other tasty human. He wasn't just stronger either. His demeanor, I found it interesting. If you were to beat him like a dog and bring him back broken he might not be that way anymore. And there's no fun behind defeating him if he's already broken."
Solomon glanced back at her.
"You seem quite taken with him, Diva. You weren't thinking of making him a chevalier were you?"
Her smile changed, becoming more thoughtful.
"I don't know. Having someone riley like him might make things a bit more interesting. Karl has a bit of that but he's too obsessed with my sister to be any fun. Or perhaps… I should make him mine another way."
She thought about it and found a pleasant surprise behind the thinking; she didn't know. Diva didn't know what she wanted to do with that man. And that made him all the more intriguing to her.
One way or another, she would make him hers. It would be nice if she could take him as he was now, but if owning him meant breaking him… well, then that was what would have to be.
