[Grimmjow is ready for the attack, but it's fast, almost faster than him. He manages to dodge most of it, but at least one glancing blow lands, slicing his side open.
Still, that doesn't seem to deter him as he puts some distance between them. His hand goes to the wound and his grin only seems to get wider. There's that ripping sound of a Cero forming again, and his manic laughter as it does.
When his hand comes up, it's consumed in blue flame, and he braces his arm against the other, as if this blue light is an unwieldy canon about to fire.]
GRAN REY CERO!
[And then he lets it loose, haphazard and shifting this way and that but always, generally speaking, heading towards the same point. Like this energy was a living, breathing thing.
At this point, it's hard to tell who Grimmjow is even fighting. Sephiroth? Maybe. The world itself, through sheer destruction? Well... that's his Aspect.]
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Still, that doesn't seem to deter him as he puts some distance between them. His hand goes to the wound and his grin only seems to get wider. There's that ripping sound of a Cero forming again, and his manic laughter as it does.
When his hand comes up, it's consumed in blue flame, and he braces his arm against the other, as if this blue light is an unwieldy canon about to fire.]
GRAN REY CERO!
[And then he lets it loose, haphazard and shifting this way and that but always, generally speaking, heading towards the same point. Like this energy was a living, breathing thing.
At this point, it's hard to tell who Grimmjow is even fighting. Sephiroth? Maybe. The world itself, through sheer destruction? Well... that's his Aspect.]