The raging gusts slowly subsided above Central Square.
Grimmjow steadied his footing in midair over a hundred meters away, his pure-white body rising and falling slightly.
The bruises around his waist and abdomen were a dark blue-green, and the deep-blue spiritual glow at the tips of his claws gradually faded.
Gerard looked down at the lean figure that had stopped moving, a string of muffled, thunderous chuckles issuing from beneath his enormous golden helmet.
"Why have you stopped, little beast who fancies himself so fierce?"
Gerard casually rested his massive sword on his broad shoulder armor, his voice making the rubble on the ground bounce incessantly.
"Where did all that reckless arrogance from your wild charges just now go?"
"A god's body stands right here, yet your claws cannot even scratch this armor."
"In the end, this so-called predator of Hueco Mundo is nothing but a flea scurrying around a divine statue."
Grimmjow raised his black claw tips and wiped a streak of blood from the corner of his mouth.
His pale-blue eyes narrowed slightly, his pupils contracting into two exceedingly dangerous vertical slits.
"Shut up, you idiot who won't stop prattling about gods."
Grimmjow grinned, his stark-white fangs gleaming coldly in the daylight.
"With those reactions as sluggish as mud, you think you're fit to throw your weight around in front of me?"
"Still talking tough when you don't know your own limits."
Gerard lifted his head, the six-pointed halo slowly revolving behind it.
"No matter how much you bark, you cannot hide the fact that you have already exhausted your little bag of tricks."
"Tricks?"
Grimmjow forced a low, disdainful laugh from deep in his throat.
"You piece of trash, don't tell me you actually think that was all I could do?"
Gerard folded his arms, his enormous