[Grimmjow laughs as he follows Sephiroth's movement, sword swinging up to block. He does it midair, and the force of the blow slams him towards the ground. He rolls as he lands, coming to a stop several feet away, and already getting back to his feet.

He was exhausted, sweat dripping, shoulders hunched. It wouldn't be long before he dropped, but he was going to keep fighting right up until that happened.]

You keep tellin' yourself that, asshole.

[It sounds downright affectionate, the way he says it. He hasn't had a fight this good since Ichigo last kicked his ass. He'd missed it.]