"Who are they?" Grimmjow walked with Stark down the hall towards the entrance. "I don't know who they are. They arrived here wounded, yet they act perfectly fine." Stark explained walking beside his king. "Arrancar or human?" Grimmjow asked. "It was an Arrancar." He nodded and hurried to the scene.
They stood in front of the castle. Grimmjow and Stark stood face to face with the intruder. "What the hell? You had trouble with a woman?!" Grimmjow shouted at Stark. The intruder was indeed a woman with sea green hair, tan eyes and a crimson line across her noes. She was tall and had a damaged skull with horns upon her head. A wide scar was across the center her forehead and the bridge of her noes. "Yes, I'm sorry. She was much stronger than we thought." Stark apologized.
"Who are you?" Grimmjow and Stark looked over to the woman who spoke slowly and low. Her voice sounded deadly and her narrowed eyes looked threatening. Grimmjow glared at her. "Who the hell are you?!" He questioned back. She stared at him for a moment before drawing her sword for the first time. She sighed. She knew she was going to have to fight with him. "I do not wish to fight you." Stark stood in front of Grimmjow. "Then fight me instead." The woman raise a brow at him. Grimmjow growled. "Get out of my way!" Stark drew his sword. "Please allow me to fight her. Its my duty and if I fail then do as you please." Grimmjow frowned, but agreed to allow him. She sighed again and sheathed her sword.
"Why did you put your sword away?" Stark asked. The woman said nothing and stood there waiting for his attack. Stark shook his head at her return of silence. He quickly rushed at her and tried to attack her from behind, but she turned around, not only dodging his sword, but also grabbing his wrist and top of his head. Stark's eyes widened. She clenched them and pushed his head into the ground. Stark refused to go down. When the woman release his head, he quickly stood an swung his sword to cut her. The woman stopped it with her hand and grabbed his shoulder. "Don't worry, I won't kill you." She said as she pressed onto a point in his neck, causing him to pass out. Grimmjow smiled at her and she looked at him emotionlessly.
"I can tell you are strong." He walked towards her. "But I doubt your strong enough!" The woman drew her sword again. She watched as the king made his way towards her. "...Neliel." He paused. "What?" She sighed. "My name is Neliel.." Grimmjow frowned at her. "Why the hell would I give a fuck who you are?!" Neliel stared at him for a moment. "Who are you?" She asked the same question as before, but this time not as intimidating. Grimmjow thought before saying, "Grimmjow. I am the king." She put her sword up again. "Ah, a king?" Neliel gave a small smile, raised her arms and said, "I surrender."
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It's short because I'm tired...
