Grimmjow felt the surge of power that accompanied his release and bared his teeth at his enemy even before the sand sent up by his Chakra boost had settled.

He felt stronger, faster and more capable in this form. It made him look half an animal, but the speed and strength boost coupled with the regenerative powe--

The pain hadn't abated.

He felt the movement of his opponent and roared, sending a wave of energy at him so powerful it could put Bismarck to shame. He looked down and touched a black, clawed hand to the burn on his chest in the moment's pause it gave him. His release hadn't healed him, not fully. The mark was still there and it still hurt, for all it wasn't open and exposed any more.

He snarled at Saix, furious, ears pulling back in his anger. He could have lost it then, but Tayuya's voice cut through his anger like a knife.

She had a point. He was the only one that had witnessed the mage's limit first hand and experienced the effects of it.

He swore, his nose crinkling as he bared his fangs again, snarling "Bimm pylg!" loudly enough to get though to Yylfordt.