Grimmjow narrowed his eyes and slid them in Nel's direction. He raised one side of his lip in an almost-snarl at her admonishment and lowered his sword to a slightly less threatening position.
He did not, however, sheath it.
"It's four to three and you expect us to run?" He snapped.
Tch. Forget that. This should be a cake walk. He flipped his sword in his hand so that the lowered blade faced edge-outwards.
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Date: 2012-07-25 01:30 am (UTC)He did not, however, sheath it.
"It's four to three and you expect us to run?" He snapped.
Tch. Forget that. This should be a cake walk. He flipped his sword in his hand so that the lowered blade faced edge-outwards.