Grimmjow closed his eyes in annoyance when Nel addressed him, but chose not to respond. Civility towards a comrade wasn't in him now.

"Better to go out swinging than run with my tail between my legs," Grimmjow growled, unimpressed with Saix's attempts to wind him up.

He fought hard and dirty and, well, anyone, but he wasn't stupid enough to run headlong into a fight he knew he couldn't win. He also knew that, as much as they'd hate to do it, his team members wouldn't leave him to two enemies to die. Their lives wouldn't be worth living if they let an Arrancar perish in a battle where it could be prevented by them stepping in.