—— " Heh … y’feel that? it wasn’t just the sound of my sonido, that crack was your jaw tryin’ to remember where the rest of your face went. Two-for-one special. Wanna line up again? "

—— The aftershock of colliding Ceros still danced in the air, leaving a shimmer of residual destruction across the battlefield. But to Grimmjow, that chaos was home. The thrill of it was enough to crack his lips into a wolfish smirk, not in search of an opening, but to make one before ——

/ same bro ... same .......

/ what happened omg

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not that she expected him to. not that starrk would expect him to either.

" and you needn't swing your sword with regret , starrk. after all ... in this fight , no one will be lost to us. "

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... that is not their way.

" all that this will achieve is to introduce the necessity of renovating the architecture, " comes her quiet quip , keeping tiburon drawn to reflect any damage that comes their way. " lay down your arms , grimmjow. "

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frankly , harribel despised the game in itself.

everything had to move with set rules ; some in an L-shape , some diagonally , some with two steps only once and never again ... yet playing a board with rules when its player wanted a world without ...

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... it would seem that she carries on being the figurative queen on the board.

chess ; a game that their previous king so adored , yet harribel never truly found it logical in any way. even with tiburon drawn , it is starrk who moves in front.

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𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐨 ...

it's enough indication that jaegerjaquez is not playing around ; the needless struggle for the throne draws out from his frenzy alone , as the primera effortlessly meets that cero with his own. as for her ...

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His eyes, half-lidded but glowing
faintly now with a chill brilliance,
drifted toward Harribel. Then back
to Grimmjow.

〝⠀I’ll keep pulling the
trigger until one of us
stays down.⠀〞And behind him, another orb had already begun to form. But slower this time. Not from caution. From boredom—𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒚.