Grimmjow passed the chandelier, and saw the glass elevator descending, a man inside it.
"Another one huh? I wonder if they can feel when someone else like them dies." He contemplated while approaching the elevator. When it arrived, however, he saw a girly man wearing pink pants, white cowboy boots, some kind of open chest frilly blue shirt and wavy blond hair standing within it.
"Is this guy for real?" Grimmjow asked himself in his head, his feet still carrying him across the room towards the elevator as it opened.
"Oh dear, it looks like Solomon got into a bit of trouble." He remarked, a tiny smile on his face as he gazed at the large vacancy of ceiling, wall and floor where Grimmjow's Cero had fired.
"You're another one of those guys?" Grimmjow asked the man, still walking towards him, and now only a few yards away.
"Nathan Mahler; Diva's faithful chevalier." He spoke dramatically while bowing.
"Another 'Diva' groupie huh?" He asked rhetorically, using his Sonido to fly forward, and grabbed the man by his girly shirt before tossing him out the same way he'd done to Solomon, though Grimmjow didn't even bother firing a Cero as he heard the man's melodramatic screams all the way down to the ground.
"And that's that." He remarked, stepping into the glass elevator. There was no button, and for a moment, as the doors closed behind him, he wondered if there was some sort of stupid secret button. But when it suddenly began to rise, though slowly, he guessed that it must just travel between two floors and activate whenever someone was in it.
He rose above the red-paneled wall the elevator had rested in and continued rising, seeing the entire city from the glass "shaft" of the elevator as it rose higher and higher. The sun had already set and all that remained of its light were blue, purple and pink beams coming from the clouds that covered the sky over where the sun had set.
It was a strange view to see, Grimmjow having been a creature that both was born, and lived his entire life in a realm of darkness. There was moonlight, sure. There were also other forms of lighting that were present in Las Noches; Aizen, their lord's, palace within Hueco Mundo. Well, the man that used to be his lord anyway. Even when he'd been a member of the Espada he'd despised Aizen for thinking he was better than him.
After he got his sword back, killed all these people, and then defeated Kurosaki, he would go back to Hueco Mundo and grind every one of the Espada and Aizen into the ground.
The elevator reached its destination and the doors slid open, allowing him to walk out. It was some kind of greenhouse, or at least the walls and ceiling made of glass made it feel like one. Fossils of dinosaurs, both complete and individual, lay and stand about the "greenhouse" as if they were décor. An archway lay directly in front of him, rising up a few steps and blocking the rest of the room in front of him from view.
If Solomon had been speaking the truth his sword was only a few yards from him. And, according to the feeling he felt that made his skin tingle, he had been.
Grimmjow walked forward up the steps beneath the arch, and ascended them. Not all that surprisingly, at a simple white table, in a simple white chair, sat that girl, "Diva" that he had fought back in Karakura town. She sat in the chair on the opposite side of the table from him and smiled at him.
"You came back to see me." She spoke sociably.
"I came to get my sword. And to kill anyone who wants to keep me from it."
She purred a laugh and leaned forward slightly.
"Well then, it's right behind me, only a few feet."
He looked over her, and saw that she was telling the truth; tt stood impaled in a saber-toothed tiger's skull.
"You gonna get in my way?" He asked her, not moving forward yet.
"Why do you ask?"
"Because if you're not I'll wait until after I get my sword to chop your pretty little head off."
She giggled, falling back in the chair and pushing it back several feet.
"I see. Well, I suppose I'll get in your way then." She spoke as if deciding carelessly what to get out of a vending machine.
"That's just fine with me. It's better when I can kill my enemy with my bare hands."
"Then, would you like to play with me?" She asked sensually, getting up from the chair and curtseying.
"You got it!" He roared with a wild grin, lunging forward across the patio and swiping through the chair and table at her, knocking them all into a stone pillar hard enough to cause it to crack. Of course, she was nowhere to be seen. But that was to be expected, and he stood there, still grinning.
"I hear all these guys calling you 'mother' and 'queen'. What'd you do? Bend them over a T-Rex and give them a-"
"Such a rude boy." He heard from behind him and spun around, swinging both of his arms around as if the were rotor blades on a plane's nose, not allowing her to get behind him before he could push off the ground and hop back, his back to a pillar.
"Ha! If you're so polite, then why are you hiding all the time! Just come out here and die like a good little whatever you are!" He taunted further.
Suddenly something blue appeared before him and he readied himself for a strike.
Yet when he felt something soft brush against his cheek he felt stunned. It was a touch she'd used against him, not a strike, yet it somehow seemed so much more effective. This girl, Diva, stood in front of him, caressing his cheek with one of her hands.
His body trembled, and she took that as a queue to reach around the back of his head and pull it down towards her, leaning towards the man's neck.
As she did, two things flew up and grabbed the back of her head by the hair and one of her shoulders. The hands pulled the girl forward and to the left, enabling Grimmjow to open his mouth wide and maul her neck with his teeth, holding her still with his hands as he gripped down with his canines and tore away from her, tearing flesh and muscle from it and causing a huge amount of blood to fall to the floor in a thick splash, slapping against the previously white stone with a *smack*.
She stumbled backwards, holding her neck and breathing hard for a moment as he smirked and spat all of the tissue and blood he'd taken from her into the grass, making sure to get it all out of his mouth. Nevertheless, he smirked a wild, crimson-teethed smirk at her as she held her wound.
"Don't forget, just because something will work once doesn't mean it'll work any more than once." He reminded the girl, whose eyes fixated on him.
"It's not a whole lot of fun, is it? Being drained of blood by someone. It ticked me off royally when you did the same thing to me so I figured I'd have to pay you back. Looks like it weakened you a lot too."
Her hand came away, revealing that her neck was completely healed, though the loss of blood obviously had taken its toll on her.
She said nothing.
"I guess it's time to finish this up. All this talking's ruining my appetite for this." He mused, concentrating all of his body mass as much as possible and launching himself from the grass towards her.
The girl was too weak to avoid the attack, and prepared herself as he launched at her like a cannonball-
-and felt his skin burst open all over his body. Grimmjow's eyes widened to the size of dinner-plates, as did the girl's as his body suddenly succumbed to the injuries it had managed to cover all the way until now.
The world seemed to move in slow motion as he continued through the air, but now was doing so as a limp, weak-bodied human that was traveling downward just as quickly as he was forward. Time returned to normal, and fell, face first, down into the grass.
His body was completely still as blood spilled from the numerous cuts and gashes, the nervous system too damaged to move. He faced downward, his eyes blank, none of the previous fiery spirit behind his eyes.
After a moment, the girl's body relaxed and she walked forward a step, the small movement enough to bring her within reach of him.
"Poor boy, to have come all this way just to die like this." She spoke in pity, not able to see his face.
"I wonder if my blood will even revive your kind." Diva wondered.
His body went through a spasm for a second, and then returned to normal.
"How sad… too weak to even remain awake as you die." She further thought to herself, sounding genuinely sad despite the harsh sound of her words.
And life returned to his eyes, as did it to his body, the thing trembling in hatred as he struggled to move it.
"Don't you…dare look down on me!" He growled at her, groaning in pains and aches as he forced his will throughout his body and managed to push him self up on his arms.
"You think I'm dead? That you killed me?!" He demanded from her, pushing forward off the ground with his arms and clocking her in the cheekbone with one of his fists, sending both of them to the ground, though several feet from each other.
Both of them breathed hard as they struggled to stand, Diva having sustained less damage but Grimmjow's strength fueled by his rage. Their hands and shoes pushed through the grass and got pieces of it and dirt on them as they fought to stand. Eventually they both did so, if not at the same time close enough that neither of them had an advantage over the other.
"If you keep being so rough… I might not bring you back." She spoke breathlessly.
"Like I care." He spoke, just as winded as she was.
"You can take your blood, your powers, your fancy towers and cars and shove 'em all!" He roared before running forward and striking out at her with a palm.
She fell, more than evaded the strike, but managed to put out a leg to stop her descent swiped at him with an open hand, the strength behind the "slap" enough to crack the ribs that it hit.
"Agh!" He grunted, grabbing her hand and pulling the girl forward, kneeing her in the chest with enough force to raise her off the ground, and then elbowing her in the back, cracking whatever it had hit and sending her face first into the grass.
Her body trembled as well, though whether it was out of strain or hatred was anyone's guess, as one of her hands shot out and grabbed his calf, digging her nails into it through his pants and making him grind his teeth together in pain.
The leg tore itself from her grip and the other one launched forward and kicked her in the side of the face, knocking her over and causing the girl to roll away before rolling into the corner of a display case, facing up.
His entire body gave a big breath as he struggled to remain standing.
Grimmjow panted like a dog with its tongue held in and reared around, spinning like a drunk and facing away from the girl, towards his sword. Though his body was exhausted, his determination remained unyielding, and he forced himself into a fast stumble towards it.
However, as the world seemed to shake and rock from his dazed view he heard someone growl and run towards him, ramming into the side of his back before he could reach the blade and causing him to grunt, both of them flying forward again into the grass, on opposite sides of the katana.
Neither of them moved, as much from preparation as out of exhaustion. Whoever got control of the sword was going to be the winner, and they both knew it.
Their hands clenched at the same time and they both dove up from the ground for the weapon.
Grimmjow reached it first, and pulled the weapon up, just in time to have the skull torn from the tip of it and for the blade to receive a kick from one of Diva's shoes, falling through the air and skidding along the glass display cabinets in it.
He move towards it only to have the same withdrawn skull thrown into his face, the aged bone shattering upon impact as he stamped into the ground and dove a hand back into the skin atop her ribs, digging his nails into the dress and the flesh and twisting, causing both to tear and weakening her enough for him to push her away before continuing to stumble towards his blade.
The desperate Arrancar neared the hilt and bent down to reach for it before he groaned in anguish at having two large teeth imbedded in his back.
Once again he reached back towards her, but this time she grabbed the arm with both of her hands and bit his.
He roared in fury, the effort taking as much out of him as everything else so far had but invigorating the man's spirit enough for him to thrust the other hand forward and grab her hair, throwing her face-first down through the display glass and reaching for his sword once again.
Diva coughed as she twisted around on the ground and sliced him across the chest with a piece of glass.
Blood spat from his mouth as he kicked her between the legs and reached down, grabbing her shirt by the neckline and chucking her down into the ground, ripping the shirt's neckline off in his hands as once again she was crushed down into the dirt.
Grimmjow reached for his sword once more, not bothering to deal with the piece of glass that was thrust through his left calf as he gripped the handle and spun, slicing through the air and forcing the girl to fall back into the ground once again, facing upward and her pale breast heaving from the overdrive her heart was going through as anxiety built on tension.
His breathing slowed to almost normal, the blade's point aimed at her throat.
"Teh. I had to use my sword after all." He thought, the statement as close as he was going to get to congratulating her on her effort to win.
He stepped forward, and closed the point to her neck.