Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez [APPROVED, 1-3+] [Owner: Steiner]

The self-proclaimed "King" walked through the sands of Hueco Mundo, with his hand on his sword. The grin he always wore grew wider. He looked towards the black sky of the Realm of the Hollows, before it redirected to the deserted land in front of him. No Hollow nor Arrancar had proven to him a challenge yet! How annoying! But...the spiritual pressure he felt in this area could quite possibly change that! The spiritual pressure he felt had grown stronger as he continued to grow closer. The classic grin of Grimmjow Jaegarjaquez was almost psychotic at this point. This stranger could be a challenge!

His running soon slowed to a stop, as dust from the sands kicked up. His smile faded. One of his hands slowly moved back to his blue hair, and he carefully smoothed out a small tuft of hair that stood up. Grimmjow's eyes would close, before his grin would return, and his eyes would gaze upon his opponent. A very...odd Hollow. It seemed to be...another Arrancar. Grimmjow grinned wider as his left hand would begin to drift over the handle of his sword. His fingers would interlace the handle of the katana that was the Former Sexta Espada's Zanpakutō. His mouth would open, before saying one thing. "We going to fight or what?" He yelled out, mildly annoyed.

The opponent would then slowly turn. It was, in fact, an Arrancar. His opponent would growl, before launching itself at Grimmjow, aiming one of it's arms for his head. However, based on the aura he had felt from this Arrancar, Grimmjow was expecting such an attack. All he could sense from this Arrancar....was rage. Grimjow lifted one of his arms, with the opponent's colliding with his own. However, this did not pierce the Former Sexta Espada's skin. It would simply bounce off it. Hierro. That was what stopped the attack. If it were not for that, the attack would have most likely taken his arm.

His arm would then move so that it pointed straight at his opponent, before opening his hand. A small sphere of red spiritual energy sparked on the center of the palm of his hand. The sphere would grow larger, almost to the size of a small bouncing ball. This sphere would then burst off his palm in the form of a crimson red wave of energy. A Cero. The red blast of energy would zoom towards his enemy. But his enemy...only yelled in the form of a growl. A low screech, to some. The Arrancar's arm would draw to it's chest, with it's hand hovering mere inches over it's shoulder. The Arrancar's arm would then strike outwards, slamming it's arm into the Cero, and batting it away. The Cero would fly away from the now safe Arrancar, and explode in the distance, sending sand everywhere.

Grimmjow was surprised, but yet his face showed only his trademark grin. His jaws would open, and his throat would emit a large bout of laughter. "HAHAHAHA! You think that would scare ME? I AM THE KING!" He shouted and declared, before ripping the sword that had remained at his side out. His hand covered the flat of the blade at the base, and the blade began to glow blue. He moved his hand up the blade very fast, raking his fingers on it. Sparks that were spiritual energy flew from the blade, and Grimmjow was surrounded in a vortex of pure power. As this happened, Grimmjow would speak one phrase. The only thing he would need to win.



That would be all he needed. To beat this thing down. To WIN. His grin grew wider as the spiritual energy he had grew immensely when he activated this next form of power for an Arrancar. Resurrección. As he grinned, his teeth became sharper and jagged. His hands turned into black cat paws with large, fearsome claws at the tips of them. He then grew a tail, which was very sharp, slender, and cat-like. His hair now was long and flowing. The Hollow mask was now gone as well, with a headgear on his forehead replacing it. His clothing was the last to change. It changed into a white, form-fitting armor. Grimmjow had performed Resurrección. He laughed more, which escalated into a roar. This would cause a sonic wave that would kick up the sands of Hueco Mundo, before Grimmjow would crouch down. His tail would swipe back and forth, before the Former Sexta Espada leaped forward.

As he did, he would move his arm so that his elbow was facing his enemy. The moment he did, five bombs would shoot from his elbow, before impacting with his enemy, and explode. When the smoke cleared, the enemy was missing it's arm. It seemed to have blocked it. "HAHAHAHA! Did you really think you could block that?!" He yelled, before he crouched down. As he did, two massive claws appeared on his hands, glowing blue. These claws were composed of Reishi, and were Grimmjow's strongest attack. His grin grew wider as he slashed down, sending the claws flying towards the target. As he did, his maniacal laughter could be heard.

"HAHAHAHA! I AM THE KING!!! DESGARRON!!!!"

The claws would impact his target, and an explosion of Reishi would be seen. Grimmjow's grin grew evermore wider as he saw the explosion of Reishi from the claws of his attack. Did he try and block it? The smoke cleared to reveal...a corpse. The corpse of the Arrancar he had faced. "Well...that little shit wasn't even much a challenge. Just some dumbass throwing around his spiritual pressure to make people fear him...." Grimmjow's grin soon faded, before his form slowly faded. He had exited Resurrección. He slowly turned, sheathing his Zanpakutō, before walking away. The Former Sexta Espada was disappointed. Was there no one in Hueco Mundo who could even CHALLENGE him?....