Her garganta opened in the World of the Living, something that Szayel had shown her about. Apparently, that's where he'd taken her from. And yes, she thought of him as Szayel, not her dad. As Grimmjow had informed her, the man had aided in the betrayal and downfall of a woman who had been his superior officer. Alutiereina wasn't sure why he'd been rewarded and not reprimanded. She now had a great dislike for Szayel, and so even though she was supposed to be helping him out in his stupid lab experiments, she'd chosen to skip out. That was when she'd run into Grimmjow, who seemed immediately displeased by her presence. She'd gotten some amusement out of picking on him, but then had decided it was best if she left him be before he squashed her like a bug.
The cool wind blew against her face, running through her hair, caressed her legs gently, and her eyes closed, breathing a relaxed sigh even as she felt like she was suffocating. At the very least, standing in this air felt amazing.
She then glanced behind her for what must have been the seventeenth time, looking for Mister Kitty. Alutiereina had expected him to pursue her, especially after she'd slapped him. Instead, he'd let her go? Her hands itched, and she wanted to go back and slap him again. Though she feared the results of irritating the wonderfully muscled man, she didn't enjoy his neglect either. Bothering him would be no fun if he didn't blow up on her, threaten her…
Disappointed, she focused on the ground below. The air here was pathetic, somehow insufficient for breathing, but she stepped out anyway, drawing the sparse amount of reishi present under her feet just like the man who called himself her father had shown her. She found herself starting to lose ground though, realizing that the air was mostly lacking in that specific quality. Perhaps that was why she didn't like this air as much; she'd always inhabited a chamber that held high concentrations of spirit particles, and even outside of that cell the density of reishi in the air had been perfect.
Now, though…she was gagging. She turned her back, unwilling to proceed even though she'd spotted someone who looked like fun to pick on. A red-haired lady in a black kimono was jumping from rooftop to rooftop, patrolling the city she'd come to while its inhabitants slept. The person felt weak, too… It wasn't worth leaving the comfort of Hueco Mundo, as she'd decided. She sped back through the dark tunnel, forming a trail of spirit particles as she made her way back to the other end of the tunnel, stopping at the entrance of that as a blast of energy struck her.
It hadn't been an attack of any sort, it was pure reiatsu. Merely the spiritual pressure of two clashing forces, both perfectly familiar to her. It was Kitty and Radar. She sonidoed out onto a nearby building, staring down at the two. Neither of them seemed to be very serious just yet.
Grimmy was flipping over Nnoitra, who had his scythe in mid-swing. Grim's own weapon was in hand, and as he landed on the ground so that his back was to Nnoi's, he twisted and swung his Pantera out, gripping the handle with both hands and slicing for the center of the other's body. Nnoitra had been following Grimmjow with his eyes to the best of his ability, however, and when Grim disappeared from his view, he spun, bringing the scythe around into the path of Pantera. Sparks flew, and the sound of metal slamming against metal rang out, hurting Al's too-sensitive ears.
Another burst of reiatsu from the opposing Arrancar exploded outwards, and Alutiereina braced herself against the sudden winds it created, eyes closing. A hand pressed to her back, and she snapped her head to the side only to see a blonde crouched beside her, staring. "You shouldn't be so close, weak as you are." She waved her hand in his face, recognizing him as Tesla, Nnoitra's fraccion.
"Of all the people to give a damn. I'm fine." She sighed, returning her gaze to the fight in progress. Only, the blue-haired participant had suddenly disappeared, and Nnoitra was standing on the sands, annoyed gaze resting on…her? She blinked, then noticed something white out of the corner of her eye. She felt Tesla grab her and begin pulling her back, but it was too late. Grimmjow's fist slammed into the side of her head, knocking her sideways and off the red candlestick-looking building. Tesla, who'd grabbed on, was forced off as well, and they both were propelled toward the sands.
As she continued staring up at Grimmjow, who'd landed with his back nearly to both of them with his head turned to glare over his shoulder at her, specifically, he disappeared again, reappearing in front of her. His foot had already connected with her chest, increasing their speed as they fell, slamming into the sands with more force than she thought she could handle without breaking.
As the sands cleared, she slowly forced herself to sit up, rolling herself off of Tesla, who she'd landed on top of, spitting out some sand and shaking her hair out. She heard Grimmjow end another sonido and knew he was behind her. A moaning Tesla's pained glance over her shoulder confirmed that, and she bowed her head, eyes closing as she braced herself for another blow. Seconds passed, turned into minutes, but nothing happened. She opened her left eye slowly, tilting her head to the side. Turned to look over her shoulder at him. I should spit on him… Grimmjow was still standing there with his arms crossed over his chest, muscles tense, glaring at her. The seemingly permanent angry set of his jaw was, for the first time, scary. Looking at him now, he really did seem mad. Why, she didn't know.
"Can I help you?" She narrowed her eyes, jumping to her feet and spinning to face him, chin raised. At least she didn't sound terrified or shaken, the way she felt. Did she look scared, though? As Grimmy's eyes narrowed further and he squeezed the handle of his weapon so tightly his knuckles turned white, she swallowed. "Nnoitra was your opponent. Do you have attention problems or something?"
He growled. Actually growled, and it was funny, bringing a smirk to her face. But then Nnoitra appeared behind him, not there one moment and then suddenly there in the next by moving in that infuriating way Al's inexperienced eyes couldn't track. He had his scythe suspended above Grimmjow. "That's a good question, woman."
Her pale eyebrows disappeared into her hairline. He heard me? As she watched, Nnoitra brought the weapon down at the same moment that Grimmjow disappeared - and the world got knocked out from around her, became nothing but a blur. She couldn't even see different colors, but was aware of something hard banded around her. She hadn't been struck by the looming blade, then, but grabbed. "Damn it, let go!"
She aimed an elbow where she was sure her captor's head would be. She was even sure she knew the bastard's name. That his hair was blue. Before she could land the blow, though, she was released, and went flying over the sands. Hit them, the impact so intense it rattled her and almost knocked her out. She bounced painfully off the sands as a trail of silver grains followed her, and a hard something grabbed her again. The world slowed and stopped, and she was released, immediately sinking to her knees before doubling over and gasping, pains shooting through her whole body.
Grimmjow kneeled on the sands, rolling Alutiereina onto her back and brushing her hair out of her face. Confusion now joined the irritation that had filled him the moment he'd spotted her and Tesla up on the top of the building, watching his fight with Nnoitra. She'd quickly become the target of his rage, opponent forgotten. Like every time he'd seen her, he was filled with the need to attack and hurt. Only, he'd never been in a position where he could attack her, specifically.
Al's chest rose quickly and fell again as she breathed in short, labored spurts, eyelashes fluttering before her head rolled to the side and she let her eyes close. Her skin was slowly darkening, bruises and cuts from his short-lived attack already covering her. He'd expected her to die from those few blows alone, whether her body specially reinforced by Szayel or not. Now, he knew it would take a bit more than what he'd just dealt to snuff her out. His blade was still in hand and perfectly capable of dealing that damage, but he didn't feel the need.
He instead flicked her, disturbing the woman again, and this time she did look at him. Slowly raised her hand and let it fall while still moving it towards him, landing against the same cheek she'd slapped earlier and then slipping down onto his lap before she pulled the hand back. He did nothing in response to the feel of her warm, soft hand against the side of his face, even as it reminded him of the faint sting she'd inflicted on him not too long ago. Didn't want to, though he suspected if she could've made it sting again, she would have. "I'd say that tickled, but I'd be lying."
She raised a brow and almost seemed to be starting to smile, the corners of her pale lips pulling up. Grimmjow grinned, continuing. "I barely felt that."
A smile did appear, and she laughed, a weak and quiet sound. "I'm gonna get you back for that. Just a heads-up." Then her head lolled to the side again, and her pale red eyes closed.
He heard the sound of two sonidoes ending, and could see two pairs of boots on the other side of her. The owner of one pair bent down, and as Grimmjow slowly raised his gaze, he once again saw Tesla, slipping his arms under Al to pick her up. His teeth ground together, eyes narrowing again. "Leave her." The blonde met his gaze calmly, maintaining eye contact as he pulled her onto his lap, lifted the white-haired female to his chest, and straightened before backing away. "Did you hear me? I said leave her."
Grimmjow jumped to his feet stepping towards him with Nnoitra forgotten, and Tesla glared at him. "I'm taking her to Lord Szayel. Now I believe you have a fight to finish, Grimmjow, and Master Nnoitra is losing his patience."
In the next instant, he disappeared just in time for a scythe to go sailing through where he'd been standing, and Grim brought his sword up. Slammed it against the scythe, the clang of metal meeting metal ringing in his ears as he jumped up and flipped over the crescent-shaped blade. Then he spun and embedded his own weapon in Nnoitra's side. Before he could drag the blade deeper, the other Espada disappeared into a sonido and ended the evasion technique with a kick to the back of Grimmjow's head, the force knocking the blue-haired man forward.
"What's wrong, Grimmjow? You're distracted." Nnoitra's manic laughter filled his ears. Grim heard the sound of air whistling over and under metal, and immediately knew that another attack was coming. He sonidoed around the Arrancar before jumping up above him, spinning horizontally to kick him upside the head in return. The strike landed, slamming the other man face-down in sand and putting an abrupt end to his laughter.
Grimmjow jumped back and watched as Nnoitra sat up, spitting sand from his mouth and shoving to his feet, turning to look over his shoulder at him. "You're pretty distracted yourself. Are you sure you should be laughing?"
Nnoitra turned and gripped his scythe before he pointed it at Grimmjow, raising his head by a small fraction. "I perfectly understand if you're caught up in a female. Just deal with her and get it out of the way. That's how things go." Grimmjow growled, and he smirked. "What? I'm a guy too. I can appreciate a pretty girl when I see one, even if I don't like the small and fragile type."
"You're starting to seem like the one who's hung up on her." Grimmjow sonidoed straight over the blades of the scythe, though he was knocked sideways when Nnoitra nailed him with them with a simple flick of the wrist. Grimmjow used his sword to block as much as he could and bounce off onto the sands a few feet away, but as he retreated out of immediate range the point of one of the crescents caught his arm, digging deep into the muscle until he was sure he'd even scratched bone.
"I'm not the one who saw her near another guy and dropped everything to try and split them. And that is what you did, Grimmjow. You completely forgot about our spar." Nnoitra slammed his scythe into the ground and darted forward empty-handed, throwing a punch for Grimmjow's jaw, then his gut, then dropped for a leg sweep. Grimmjow stabbed Pantera into the ground and blocked both punches before grabbing the hilt of his sword and flipped over it before jerking it towards him, slicing the leg Nnoitra used to swipe with in the process before drawing the blade from the sands.
"Because I want to kill her. You're the one speaking of lust." The blue-haired male turned and swung suddenly as Nnoitra lurched forward to start another attack, cutting the eye patch from his face. As the thin white material fluttered to the floor and revealed his hollow mask - and his hole - Nnoitra reached back and grabbed the chain that connected him to his scythe, yanking it and pulling the large weapon straight out of the ground.
Grimmjow jumped back and watched as Nnoitra started spinning it, the weapon blurring, beginning to look like multiple scythes instead of one. A grinning Nnoitra stepped forward, not allowing for an increase in distance. "Sure, sure. Then you shouldn't mind if Tesla has some fun with her, no?" Not allowing for a reply, he released the chain of the scythe and sent it flying at Grimmjow, who jumped out of the way and ran forward, scowling. The sound of metal against metal once more rang out.