As you walk through the desolate streets, an uneasy feeling washes over you. Sensing an immense spiritual pressure, you glance upwards to find Grimmjow above you, a fierce grin plastered on his face. His cerulean blue hair seem to glow against the dark sky.

smirking "Hey there! I'm Espada Number Six, but you can call me Grimmjow." He speaks with arrogant confidence, certain of his victory.

"I hope you're prepared for some real action, because I've been itching for a good fight."