A bunch of guards formed a tight group a few yards from where he'd blown in the front of the lobby, aiming their guns at him.
"Teh. This isn't going to help. Most of the people in this building can't even see me. And it doesn't make me feel any better beating around people who can't even fight me."
"You! On the floor! Now!" One of them commanded him, causing one of Grimmjow's eyebrows to raise.
"You can see me?" He asked semi-rhetorically.
"Get down on the floor! I won't ask again!"
"Pah. What a bother." He remarked, flicking up a hand and launching a Bala at the group of men, blasting a hole through the group and sending all of those who hadn't been struck by the energy to cascade into a nearby wall or the floor, no one getting up from the impact.
Grimmjow looked around and spotted two elevators past a desk and opposite the entrance he'd just made for himself. Using his Sonido he was by them in an instant. As soon as he'd reached them the doors of both of them opened, some kind of motion sensor. The Arrancar randomly chose one of them and entered it, soon closed in the red-paneled elevator by its doors.
Turning towards the buttons, he pressed the one with the number "40" on it; the highest number. It was strange though, since this tower must have been taller than forty stories, high though that would have been.
"How were those weaklings able to see me? For that matter, what about those losers at that clothing store?" He thought to himself as the elevator began its ascent. It didn't really matter; he could handle any human that came at him without breaking a sweat. But it was strange that such weak people could see him. His wounds had healed significantly, and he was as close to full strength as he could be in only a few days. So he had no idea why average humans could see him.
More importantly, though, Solomon, that girl, and probably the bastard who'd stolen his sword to begin with would probably be somewhere in this building. Between him and his sword.
"As a matter of fact it seems like one of them would be waiting for me right about-" He began with a smirk.
The elevator doors opened as it arrived at a large, long room. A blonde, white-suited man many yards opposite him at the other end of the room.
"Now." He finished, walking out of the elevator and hearing the doors close behind him.
Any possible feelings of irritation he could have felt at not being on the floor his sword was on were extinguished when he saw an all-glass elevator behind Solomon, the blonde.
He briefly examined the room as he took a few more steps into the room. Dark-grey tile floor with a deep red carpet that led from one end of the room to the other made up the bottom, while two long glass walls and more red-paneling made up the left and right, and front and back walls respectively made up the sides. A black ceiling with a chandelier in the middle was all there was to the ceiling.
"Nice room you've got here. I hope you didn't tire your legs out standing here waiting for me."
"Not at all. I arrived only a minute or so before you did."
"Terrific."
Neither of them said anything for several moments. Then Grimmjow spoke up.
"Where's my sword?"
"The elevator behind me leads to the floor that your sword is on. Diva awaits there as well."
His smirk disappeared, replaced by a curious frown.
"Who?"
"Our queen and mother-"
"The vampire chick. Got it. Though she's a bit young to be a mother isn't she? Either that or her legs swing open easier than saloon doors." He responded, his smirk returning.
Solomon closed his eyes.
"Your taunts have no effect on me. Neither she nor I are as young as we seem. And we are far past the age where we will succumb too such boorish comments."
"So in other words you were about to spend some special time with a box of tissues when I came here. I guess I could've had better timing.
The blond sighed, opening his eyes.
"That's enough." He spoke as if he were tired.
"I'm afraid I must kill you now. I don't believe my ears can endure anymore immature rabble."
"Ha! Then come on blondie!"
Solomon's arm transformed and he dashed across the room, swinging the sword arm and sending one of those air-slices at him.
Both of Grimmjow's hands shot up and each fired a Bala. The two crimson orbs soared through the air as the air-slice did the same thing and both it and one of the orbs collided, terminating in a quick burst of air. However, the second one continued on its trajectory towards Solomon and the blonde had to avoid it to keep from getting seriously damaged.
The place that he dodged to, though, was already inhabited by a blue-haired arrancar, who grabbed the "soft" part of his sword arm and aimed his other free hand at the blond man's face, the energy in front of his palm emanating with a red glow.
"See ya, Solomon!" He remarked with flared eyes and a massive smirk.
His opponent seemed only temporarily surprised. Then his other hand became like the sword one and cut his own arm off, falling backwards and swinging the arm back through the air, sending another blast of air at Grimmjow that he had to release the Cero prematurely to stop.
His smirk had disappeared once again and his expression was calmer.
"You'd cut off your own arm to avoid getting hit?" He asked flatly.
The inhuman man stood a few yards away from him, blood stains on the right side of his suit. He wasn't bleeding, nor breathing hard.
"I don't know how powerful that attack of yours is. And I can put the arm back on whenever I get ahold of it again."
"Really?" He asked, tossing the arm through the air and launching a Bala at it.
Immortal or not, no one would just let one of their limbs get destroyed when they could stop it and Solomon was no different; he flashed through the air with that blue mirage that he liked so much and grabbed the thing before moving away.
Grimmjow lunged at the man's new location and grabbed both bladed arms with his hands, his Hierro protecting them from getting cut off. They strained to push the other off-balance. Though Solomon showed no signs of effort and Grimmjow was smirking once again, both covering up any trace of exertion there may have been.
But as they struggled Grimmjow felt his skin trembling, something Solomon seemed to notice as well.
"You have wounds that haven't fully healed yet." He stated in monotone.
"Heh. What of it?" Grimmjow responded with confidence.
"Your skin appears to be very tough. But it can't withstand the strain you put on it forever. Even if you can beat me you have no hope of defeating Diva with such wounds."
He snarled and pushed Solomon back.
"I don't care what you say! I'm stronger than anyone!" He roared, kicking the blond in the stomach and sending him tumbling back, surprised at the attack for some reason.
With a speed normally impossible Grimmjow lunged forward and punched him square in the jaw, bashing him out through the thick glass of the walls and knocking the man several yards out with forty stories between him and the ground.
His punching hand didn't return and instead charged up a Cero, firing it at the white-suited man before he could make it back to the room.
The enemy was completely engulfed in red light and energy, the Cero eradicating the floor and ceiling in its way as it blasted out into the sky outside the building.
When the light dissipated and his hand came down there was no one else around.
"Is that all you've got?" He asked the air.
There was no response; neither verbal nor physical. He waited for almost a minute but there was no surprise attack. That had been too easy. Grimmjow scanned the area once more before he turned towards the glass elevator, walking along the red carpet, heading for his sword and the other people who stood in his way of retrieving it.