Saix yelled wordlessly as his claymore clanged against Grimmjow's sword, and he was pushed back by a counter attack, but maintained his balance. He knew another attack would quickly follow, and moved to defend, blocking any incoming strike with his claymore before following through with another powerful strike.

He was only getting warmed up, but he expected the same was true of Grimmjow. Past experience had taught them both that the other had higher levels they could take it to, if the need arose.