[The longer they fight, the more Grimmjow is letting loose, too. Confident now that Sephiroth won't just lie down and die, his reiatsu flares up and out, strikes getting stronger.

Then, after a particularly strong clash, he backs off and takes some space for himself, grinning wildly as he holds his sword out.]

GRIND, PANTERA!

[He rakes his claws down the flat of his blade, and wind kicks up around him, picking up enough dirt to conceal him as he takes on his Released form.

When the dust settles, he flashes a wide grin.]

Let's play.

[And then he pounces. He doesn't have a sword anymore, but those claws are nothing to scoff at.]