"You think you can defeat everyone here, do you?" The dude with the goatee asked him.
"Ha, I'm gonna do more than just defeat you; I'm gonna crush you and pulverize your stupid asses into the ground."
"And what is it that makes you believe you can do that? You're wounded, and it is one of you against the four of us."
Grimmjow took a step forward, tapping the back of his sword against his shoulder as if in thought.
"Huh, I'd have thought you were one of those loser science types, but you can't even seem to count. I said I was gonna fight all six of you. And how do I know I'm gonna win? Well, that's just a matter of fact."
"Really?"
Grimmjow's eyes narrowed.
"Yeah. Really."
"I see. Well then, Karl, James, teach this fool the extent of his abilities."
He smirked as the two disappeared in blue mirages.
"Think that's gonna do it, do ya boys? I've seen that little trick more than once, you know."
They came at him from both sides, but he simply hopped back out of their striking range. Karl dove forward, his arm turning into a large, dark-green claw from which he shot crimson spikes at the blue-haired arrancar. Grimmjow dodged one of them, blocked another, and struck the other out of the air with his bare hands as James came in after Karl and transformed one of his arm into a thick-skinned, invincible reptilian-like appendage which he swung at Grimmjow with. He blocked with his sword but nevertheless was knocked away a few feet as more spikes flew threw the air at him. Grimmjow smirked and fired a bala at the nearest one and the resulting blast disintegrated a large number of them, only allowing a single one through. He grabbed the spike out of the air and threw it at Karl before jumping up in the air and swinging down as hard as he could with his sword, the blade colliding with James' hardened arm. Sparks scattered out from the collision and he noted that the skin would have to be really hard for his sword to not just pass through it. Still, it didn't matter. Grimmjow grabbed the arm with his other hand and pulled it out of the way, allowing for a clean cut. But as the sword descended towards his form the man's skin changed and flew out, hardening into a hide made of the same material as his arm. At the same time his entire body changed and grew much more monstrous in appearance as he grew to resemble a large, reptilian troll with red eyes.
"Well, now, isn't that special?" He asked rhetorically as another form charged at him. It was the transformed Karl, as evident by his arms looking much the same, though he was thinner than James and his skin looked less like granite and more like that of a dark-blue snake.
Grimmjow threw his sword behind him and aimed both hands at the different targets, firing a salvo of balas to stall them before whipping around and grabbing his sword's hilt and landing on the ground. He held it in front of him to block against any attacks as crimson energy charged up in front of the other hand, gathering power for a cero.
The two chiropterans burst from the energy cloud and charged at him, with James drawing out in front to absorb the blunt of the impact of Grimmjow's attack.
"Don't care how strong that skin of yours is, man, it's no match for a cero."
Karl fired a spike at him from behind James and Grimmjow fired the cero just as the spike reached him, annihilating the comparatively flimsy little projectile and blasting through the air, crackling it as the energy fought the oxygen in the atmosphere and blazed forward. The two were smart enough to realize it would completely destroy them, and dove out of the way. However, to his benefit and their misfortune, the two had dove in separate directions.
Grimmjow's smirked widened and he used sonido to get close to the "tank"; James.
Growling out, he dragged his katana along the man's rock-hard skin, scraping a deep groove in it but causing no real damage. An instant after his attack an onslaught of red spikes jutted towards him and forced Grimmjow to back off-
-right into the arms of another one of these things.
The arms closed in around him and felt like they were intended for capturing prey and holding them still as the blade in the bent forearms sliced into them; they were like those of a praying mantis. It was rather difficult to see anything else about the creature as it hooked its arms around him from behind. Almost as if on queue, both James and Karl rushed their transformed bodies towards him and his captor and forced Grimmjow to think quickly. These guys healed ridiculously fast, so it wouldn't surprise him if the two attacked with all they had and just helped whoever had grabbed him get back together afterwards. Grimmjow pushed at the claw-like appendages, trying to loosen them as the other two gained ground quickly despite their size.
"No use trying to escape, dear. I've got you good." Came a much-less-girly voice than he'd heard back at the building before throwing the girl-man off of it.
"You've gotta be kidding me. Get caught and killed by you?"
Grimmjow had no intentions of prying the arms open all the way and then escaping. No, all he needed to do was wrench them open enough so that he could gather strength in his feet and jump out of the chevalier's clutches as his comrades almost rammed into him. In mid-air Grimmjow fired off a quick cero to attack both the concentrated group of chiropterans as well as the roof beneath their feet as he used sonido to dash away from the scene, and towards the only chevalier that had neither transformed nor come to attack him; the jerk with the goatee.
As he sailed downward through the air towards the man he knew the guy could tell where he was, but that wouldn't change anything. Grimmjow fired a bala at him just to see how he'd react and it collided into something in mid-air. The blast was harmless but made it completely impossible to see what was on the other side. When the energy dissipated the man was facing him, his eyes glowing red.
"So that's why everyone's obsessed with Diva and her kids; she's the only one in your whole bunch without stupid, red eyes." He mused while landing.
The man, Amshel, gave no response.
"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?"
Still nothing.
"Fine. If you don't want to talk, don't talk. Makes no difference to me; you'll die either way."
Grimmjow twisted around and then swung his body in a horizontal arc towards him, making himself a whirlwind of slashes as he swung his sword. The ultra-fast slice didn't seem to catch Amshel off-guard, however, and he blocked the attack with his bare hand. Smirking, Grimmjow spun around in mid-air and slashed the opposite way. Once again the man blocked but this time he was met by a bala as well. Regardless of how quickly they could heal, if they got their heads blown off he suspected that was all there was to it. As a result of this Amshel stole himself away from the blast and gained several feet of distance between the two. Grimmjow followed the man's path and aimed his free hand at him again, ready to blow him into oblivion. He saw the chiropteran run in front of Diva-
-and his sword closed the distance between them in one long swipe.
Amshel took an extra quick jump forward and finished his travels by turning back to face the arrancar, a grin on his face.
"What's so funny?"
"Oh I think you know. The 'heartless fighter' sacrificing a possibly killing blow in exchange for one girl's life is just so hypocritical."
"Balas go straight, idiot. I was more likely to hit you with something that swing horizontally."
"If that is what you choose to believe, then so be it."
"Ha! Don't act all high-and-mighty! All your stupid little 'brothers' are checking to see if their butts are still attached down on floor one and you haven't even managed to make me dodge yet."
"Perhaps… at least half of that statement is true."
Grimmjow's eyes narrowed and he frowned.
"That so? Which half?"
Amshel stared straight at him as a ring of spikes shot up around him from the floor below, giving Grimmjow only one option; he had to jump. Yet when he did so a large, iron-skinned chiropteran was waiting for him and slammed one of its tree-trunk-thick arms into him, sending the arrancar with a crushed ribcage down to the floor, cracking the cement in the process. He breathed hard while struggling to get up, only to see the same smug scientist as before standing over him.
"The second half… so far."
The second after he spoke the sentence what appeared to be a sphere of air, much like Solomon's "slices" blasted towards him and forced the arrancar to roll away. However, he was on the ropes now and they weren't about to let him off of them. Nathan's claws pierced down to either of Grimmjow's sides, with his body covering up a third and an approaching Karl closing up the last one. Grimmjow used his sonido to escape just as one of the spikes flew through where his heart used to be. A moment later Grimmjow reappeared well out of their range by the small building that stood out of the roof.
He gripped his sword tightly, trying to ignore the pain coming from his entire side of crushed ribs, as the chevaliers closed in on him. That Saya chick and her manservant hadn't entered the fight and he could only guess that they were waiting for some time to sneak in a lethal attack while he'd kept them busy. But Grimmjow Jeagerjaques wasn't a diversion. He was going to crush them all. That was the feeling in his heart as he prepared to launch himself fearlessly back into battle. However, when a weak hand grabbed his ankle from behind it stalled him.
The scowl that had grown onto his face lessened into a frown as he noted that Diva was still awake, despite the fact her wound had just barely started to heal itself.
"It's alright… you don't have to fight anymore." She spoke breathlessly.
He scoffed at the girl's attempt to reassure him.
"I'm fighting them for myself. It's not to protect you or anything."
"You didn't attack when you thought it might hit me." She stated with a flat tone as she apparently struggled to remain conscious.
"Whatever."
She managed a tired smile while tightening her grip on his ankle.
"Could I ask you to do one more thing for me? My babies… please just take them somewhere good where they can grow up happily. That's all I want. I'll keep them from following you for as long as I can."
"Pah! By doing what? Bleeding on them?"
Her grip loosened as despair began to overtake her.
"That's all I want. Please… As it is now my babies will end up becoming like me one day. I want them to be happy."
"Baby this, baby that. You're like a broken record ever since you had those kids, you know that?"
Diva let go of Grimmjow's ankle, seeming to reluctantly accept that he wouldn't help.
"I never said I'd protect your kids in any way."
She dropped her head down to the ground and began to fade into unconsciousness.
"But, I think there is a way to show that idiotic sister of yours that you don't want to take over the world or whatever. And that way's by messing up all of these disloyal little servants of yours." He remarked as the group began to coalesce on them, and Diva's head rose somewhat to look at him.
"…thank you…"
"Just go to sleep already. And wake up afterward. If you make me break my promise by dying so easily I'll be pissed."
She smiled once more before setting her head down again, her eyes closing as she fell to sleep.
"Now, for you four." He spoke while focusing his attention on the chevaliers again.
"Oh, I thought you were going to fight all six of the people on this roof. Have you lowered your expectations?" Amshel goaded.
"Not in the least, jerkwad. I'm just gonna take care of you guys first!"
The man's eyebrows rose in amusement.
"Is that so? And how do you plan on doing that?"
Grimmjow smirked, aiming his sword behind him and placing his free hand on its blade.
"Like this… Grind! Pantera!" He roared as the area was enveloped in blue energy.