Grimmjow had agreed to go with Yylfordt for a multitude of reasons. The first was that he'd never not agree to go on a trip. Anything that got him out of the Palace, for whatever reason, was an opportunity to be jumped on. The second was because being away from his boss and the Arrancar he barely tolerated was always preferable to being with them. The third was that the Palace was a stifling underground complex that gave no room for freedom. It had an 'outside', if it could be called that, but it was nothing compared to the actual outside, with towns to visit, people to speak to and monsters to kill. Monsters that weren't owned by Wonderweiss or Kuja or that pink-haired Ryoka bastard.
The main reason, this time, was so he could get back into condition. His last outing had resulted in him becoming quite badly injured and the effects of those injuries had lingered longer than he'd have liked. He'd suffered a selection of broken ribs and a damaged wrist, among other things, in the fight that had taken place after their mission to Midgar. He sorely needed to get some real fighting against real enemies under his belt if he had any hope of recovering properly any time soon.
He'd sparred back at the Palace, of course. There was no shortage of people to dance with there. Even so, sparring wasn't the same as having an opponent intent on killing you. There was no risk, no danger, no push.
Yylfordt's trip, while it was the official reason they were out, was little more than a detour for Grimmjow. He'd put up with the shopping. Rush Valley wasn't so bad, but it was only a place of thrill and excitement for those with a hard on for Machina. He was largely indifferent. It was interesting, but he preferred the finished products to the components, so he'd spent most of his time there half bored and occasionally translating rapid-fire, slang-filled Al Bhed to Tayuya, who lacked his and Yylfordt's mother tongue grasp of the language.
He'd been patient, however. Yylfordt had got them out, so his errand came first. He had still been pleased when it was all wrapped up and they could finally get to the monster hunting, which he was thoroughly enjoying. Tyrants were a rare treat out in the sands, but he'd taken one of those out quite happily earlier in the day. With the large beast's death and the competition for prey eliminated, smaller predators had grown brave enough to tangle with its killers.
Worgens were among the most numerous of these. Vicious balls of teeth and claws all wrapped up in red fur threw themselves in groups at any unassuming travellers stupid enough to walk into their territory. Most travellers stayed on the road, which the Worgens knew well enough to avoid, but their little party had gone off the beaten track and the locals hadn't appreciated them trespassing.
Grimmjow dispatched one with his sword. Swordplay had been uncomfortable during his early sparring sessions, but he was happy with how his wrist had healed and felt no pull, pain or strain when Pantera's keen edge bit into and cut through the valuable pelt of the monster. He looked up when he felt Ifrit's reiatsu withdraw upon his dismissal and cocked his head at the look that Tayuya was wearing.
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Date: 2014-04-15 08:06 pm (UTC)The main reason, this time, was so he could get back into condition. His last outing had resulted in him becoming quite badly injured and the effects of those injuries had lingered longer than he'd have liked. He'd suffered a selection of broken ribs and a damaged wrist, among other things, in the fight that had taken place after their mission to Midgar. He sorely needed to get some real fighting against real enemies under his belt if he had any hope of recovering properly any time soon.
He'd sparred back at the Palace, of course. There was no shortage of people to dance with there. Even so, sparring wasn't the same as having an opponent intent on killing you. There was no risk, no danger, no push.
Yylfordt's trip, while it was the official reason they were out, was little more than a detour for Grimmjow. He'd put up with the shopping. Rush Valley wasn't so bad, but it was only a place of thrill and excitement for those with a hard on for Machina. He was largely indifferent. It was interesting, but he preferred the finished products to the components, so he'd spent most of his time there half bored and occasionally translating rapid-fire, slang-filled Al Bhed to Tayuya, who lacked his and Yylfordt's mother tongue grasp of the language.
He'd been patient, however. Yylfordt had got them out, so his errand came first. He had still been pleased when it was all wrapped up and they could finally get to the monster hunting, which he was thoroughly enjoying. Tyrants were a rare treat out in the sands, but he'd taken one of those out quite happily earlier in the day. With the large beast's death and the competition for prey eliminated, smaller predators had grown brave enough to tangle with its killers.
Worgens were among the most numerous of these. Vicious balls of teeth and claws all wrapped up in red fur threw themselves in groups at any unassuming travellers stupid enough to walk into their territory. Most travellers stayed on the road, which the Worgens knew well enough to avoid, but their little party had gone off the beaten track and the locals hadn't appreciated them trespassing.
Grimmjow dispatched one with his sword. Swordplay had been uncomfortable during his early sparring sessions, but he was happy with how his wrist had healed and felt no pull, pain or strain when Pantera's keen edge bit into and cut through the valuable pelt of the monster. He looked up when he felt Ifrit's reiatsu withdraw upon his dismissal and cocked his head at the look that Tayuya was wearing.
It was then that he noticed.
"... you've gotta be kidding."