[Grimmjow's steel meets his, and his grin widens. Yeah, he was hoping for a good fight. He doesn't even mind that Sephiroth wants a little distance between them.

Once they're apart, he releases his sword with one hand, holding the palm up towards him, and energy starts to gather with the telltale sound of a cero, like reality ripping.

Aizen hasn't told him not to use it here, after all.]