Yylfordt had seen a few Ryoka by now, and he hadn't enjoyed running into any of them. One look at Grimmjow told him he'd be lucky to avoid them, though. Saix had become That One Guy, that one bro Grimmjow was going to throw himself at over and over until one, the other, or both of them couldn't move any more.

There was bound to be a next time, but Yylfordt agreed with the boss on this one; better to back away from a fight you can't win. Especially where elemental weaknesses were concerned. Skite on the whole were a diverse group when it came to strengths and weaknesses, but what that also meant was that they'd need a lot of luck to run into one that wouldn't be able to destroy any of them.

Or worse, the likes of that gun toting old guy, who he remembered hadn't set out to kill them, but, unlike Saix in Ulquiorra's memory there, had been a bit more straightforward about getting them out of the way.

He glanced at Apache, and then at Grimmjow. They needed to tread carefully.