...as Akon targets me, Grimmjow will focus on defending me, rather than winning this fight.
In short, we are probably screwed.
Damn it! I need Suzumebachi back, NOW. I need my reiatsu. I'm sick of just being a fucking target and burden. I am a Captain of the Gotei 13, not some snivelling weakling who cowers at the sight of a member of the Eleventh Division!
Throwing herself to the side as a cero ripped past her original position, Soi Fon flinched as Grimmjow roared and tried to backhand Akon.
He's letting his temper get the better of him and there's nothing I can do. He shouldn't even be here and the last thing I want is from him to be hurt on my behalf. Oh Kami, I'm in so deep it isn't funny. Fuck, I wish I could summon Suzumebachi. She may be an annoying little shit, but she's a damn fine weapon. Not that I plan on letting her know that.
I really hate this.
Akon dove toward her, only to be blocked once more by an enraged Grimmjow, sword swinging in one hand and cero blasting from the other. Akon was forced to use both hands to block the stroke, but dodged back when Grimmjow's cero-lit hand swung out to punch him, grazing his cheek and filling the room with the scent of burnt flesh.
Soi Fon's nose wrinkled as both parties backed off and faced one another.
The blood loss was bad enough, but this smell is seriously nauseating. And what...