He's a Madman, Right?

At the mention of Kaname Tosen's name, Grimmjow froze. Then a look of bitter hatred surfaced on his face. "You really are a Soul Reaper, brat. You even know Tosen's name!"

Swish!

He abruptly held his blade horizontally before his chest, pressing the fingertips of his left hand tightly against it as he roared, "Anyone who looks down on me must die!"

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

After a series of soft sounds, Grimmjow discovered in shock that several long, narrow straps had suddenly bound his arms tightly. His hands remained locked in the stance before his release, unable to move at all.

"Wha... what the hell is this...?"