XI
Door
"It's going to take more than that, Grimmjow," I placed my hands in my pockets and turned away. Why the Espada didn't threaten somebody who would be more receptive, was beyond me.
"You won't fight 'cause your afraid, emo-head!" I sighed. Such trash.
"No. Quite the contrary."
"What? You won't fight because you think you'll pummel me?"
"It is also a waste of time."
I walked away.
Many things have been thrown at me. A door was, to a certain extent, something new.
The door crumpled aside as Grimmjow attacked.
Trash.
He never told a chance.
All I could think about was flying doors. So I wrote about one. It must have something to do about all the doors I write about in Strike Down the Ibis...
Thank you for the wonderful review!
-Quin
