"Fuck off," Yylfordt said, testily, at both of them. He'd had to down a potion for a quick heal, but his option had been that, or go to Nel and hope she wouldn't try and spit wash any of his minor cuts away. He didn't have any in interesting enough places to let her do that.

"You ever been hit with a real zanpakuto?" He said, looking at Grimmjow, clearly grumpy, and still a little defensive. Then he shrugged, "He won't get me next time."