The Hollow Queen

Into Entropy

"What the hell is that?" A tall eyepatch wearing dark haired man says as he looks off in the distance towards the outer palaces of Las Noches. "Aaroniero released his resurrection but whoever or whatever he's fighting has released one too."

"Lord Aizen had said that we are under attack, it's not someone I recognize the spiritual pressure of either Lord Nnoitra." The shorter blonde arrancar named Tesla says to his master. "Want me to take care of it sir?"

"No, if whatever that is could kill Aaroniero you'd be fodder." Nnoitra says as he pulls the strange H shaped scythe from the ground before hanging it over his shoulder. "Let's see if he's willing to have some fun." Nnoitra says before flexing his muscles and raising his spiritual pressure as high as it will go. Tesla is alerted by the thunderous echo of a sonido and the rush of displaced wind from when this person appears.

"I was already coming to kill you, you don't have to ring a dinner bell." Grimmjow says as he looks down on Nnoitra with the fake sun at his back. "You leave the AC on or a window open? It's cold as shit in here."

"Grimmjow. You're not the one I was trying to lure here and you're not even worth my time." Nnoitra says before scoffing away from the blue haired former espada. "And this cold is that bitch's fault. Ever since Aizen decided that she's now the cero espada and turned her from a soul reaper to an espada the whole place froze over."

"Wouldn't call her that if I were you, if she's rank zero then she could fold you like paper." Grimmjow says before drawing his sword from its sheath, hearing Grimmjow draw his sword, Nnoitra turns back to face him. "And if you think in that bug brain of yours that I'm not worth your time..." Grimmjow says before disappearing in a burst of speed that even Nnoitra couldn't track, the sonic boom of the sonido happens again with Grimmjow appearing behind Tesla. "How about now?" He asks as Tesla's head falls from his shoulders and the body collapses to the floor.

"So you can cut down a single arrancar, so what." Nnoitra says, completely dismissing the death of his fraccion. "You can't cut me."

"Wanna bet?" Grimmjow says as he raises his sword to the side then flicks the blood from his blade.

"Yeah, you cut me even if it's just a paper cut, we'll fight. If you can't, Fuck off." Nnoitra says as he stabs the large scythe into the ground and extends his arms waiting for Grimmjow to strike.

"You're gonna eat those words." Grimmjow says before lunging towards Nnoitra.

In their previous sparring sessions, Grimmjow was never a threat and barely bruised Nnoitra's skin when he actually managed to land a hit. Cockily he extends his arms outwards allowing Grimmjow a clear open shot on his stomach and chest. He almost hesitates before attacking Nnoitra, remembering the last time they fought he couldn't even land a single hit but he conquers his slight fear. Grimmjow slices down hard across Nnoitra's midsection cutting in deep from his shoulder all the way down to the wing of the right part of his hip. Nnoitra's heart drops into his stomach as the burning sensation of a deep sword cut. Instinctively, Nnoitra teleports away from Grimmjow's attack, appearing a few dozen feet away staring wide eyed at the blue haired former espada. "What's the matter, bug boy? Cat got your tongue?" Grimmjow mocks before throwing his head back and belly laughing at Nnoitra's expense. The eyepatch wearing espada stares down at the sword cut that split easily through his shoulder, snapped his collarbone and broke three ribs before he sonido'd away from it.

"Just what the hell has he been doing to get that strong?! That felt like a sword strike from Ulquiorra." Nnoitra's thoughts run rampant through his head, he clutches a hand to the open wound across his chest, feeling the warm blood trickle over his fingers and down his chest. He scans the area for a moment looking for Grimmjow's fraccions but he doesn't find them. "No... there's no way you'd do that."