"I'll kill him! I swear it, I'll kill him!" The blue haired Espada stomped through the desert, dragging his zanpakuto behind him, not even bothering to lift it as it made a trail through the sand. There was no doubt he'd have to give it a good cleaning off later. Perhaps in blood. Nishi's blood. Grimmjow had just met Nishi no more than an hour ago, but already he hated him. Well, it wasn't really unlike Grimmjow to hate people; in fact he hated quite a lot of them, but this was different. This was like the hatred he had for Aizen, a burning loathing that made him want to tear up whatever he could get his hands on. Flesh being his first choice.
"The next time I fucking set eyes on him...." Grimmjow glowed, the anger radiating from him like heat waves. Nishi had gone and done the unthinkable; ask Grimmjow to join him. As if he's really be a tool again, just like he was for Aizen. For once he was free, and he damn as well intended to stay that way!
In the middle of this rather frightening display of anger, Grimmjow felt something. Stopped for a minute, eyes still blazing, he slowly turned around, trying to identify what he had sensed. Spiritual energy. Grimmjow nearly growled out loud. Another one? Another damn arrancar was alive?!
Quickly though, his rage began to die down, and his mouth turned up in a rather sadistic smirk. He'd wanted someone to take out his anger on, and here someone was!
Lifting his zanpakuto from the ground, he took off toward the source of the energy, walking quickly, eager to tear into some flesh, to bathe his sandy zanpakuto in blood.
Sure enough, he soon found the source of energy. It was an arrancar that Grimmjow hadn't remembered seeing before, but then again, he'd always tried to stay as far from the other Espada as he could, so he really didn't know any.
"You've picked the wrong time to be here," the blue-haired former Espada growled, stalking toward the other. "You're about to be torn to pieces!"