Grimmjow got up from his seat on the floor in his own time and at his own pace. The meeting hadn't been a total bust, he thought. It had backed up the fact that he hadn't started the fight, at least. As a bonus it hadn't gone on nearly as long as he'd expected it to.

The warning didn't bother him at all. He was only going to ignore it, anyway. He was going to engage with that damned Berserker, Saix, as many times as it took to beat him into submission.

He left the room behind Yylfordt and Apache.