"You are supposed to be captain level," Grimmjow pointed out. "Kadaj has only just got Bankai, that probably makes him lieutenant level, so no matter which captain we're talkin' about, you should be able to beat him." He pointed a finger at him, eyes narrowed. "If you don't think that you should be able to automatically win just because you're an Espada, you ain't got any reason to be actin' like this about it."
He put his feet up on the table and crossed them at the ankles.
"But, Kadaj is right. It ain't supposed to be about winning or losing," he said, giving a shrug. "It's training. You're both supposed to be improving. Y'don't think Captains got Bankai and suddenly became the most powerful people in their Divisions, do ya? There's a reason why the older ones are harder than the younger ones -- they've trained, dickhead. We're ranked mostly according to raw power and if you don't train that, you're just gonna be some dumbfuck with cow horns and a massive reiatsu."
Yylfordt was the least battle-ready of all the Espada, barring his brother, who probably only managed to win because he used underhanded tactics in the field. Grimmjow didn't doubt that a released Luppi would be able to smash Szayel if he didn't use any of his freaky techniques, fully released or not.
"Face it, man." He ran his fingers through his hair. "You're not so great against somebody with higher speed than you. Kadaj isn't so great against somebody with much higher strength than he has. You should both be learnin' the best way to handle opponents you struggle with, but you're there treatin' it like some sort of competition and getting all bitchy when you don't come out of it how you'd like."
He huffed a breath out and laid his head back against the back of the chair.
"Sparring is mutual," he said with a sigh. "If you're going into it to be treated like a punch bag, or treat your opponent like one, you're doing it for the wrong reasons. It ain't about dick-waving, it's about improvement and lookin' at it, you could fucking use some."
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Date: 2016-01-28 08:12 pm (UTC)He put his feet up on the table and crossed them at the ankles.
"But, Kadaj is right. It ain't supposed to be about winning or losing," he said, giving a shrug. "It's training. You're both supposed to be improving. Y'don't think Captains got Bankai and suddenly became the most powerful people in their Divisions, do ya? There's a reason why the older ones are harder than the younger ones -- they've trained, dickhead. We're ranked mostly according to raw power and if you don't train that, you're just gonna be some dumbfuck with cow horns and a massive reiatsu."
Yylfordt was the least battle-ready of all the Espada, barring his brother, who probably only managed to win because he used underhanded tactics in the field. Grimmjow didn't doubt that a released Luppi would be able to smash Szayel if he didn't use any of his freaky techniques, fully released or not.
"Face it, man." He ran his fingers through his hair. "You're not so great against somebody with higher speed than you. Kadaj isn't so great against somebody with much higher strength than he has. You should both be learnin' the best way to handle opponents you struggle with, but you're there treatin' it like some sort of competition and getting all bitchy when you don't come out of it how you'd like."
He huffed a breath out and laid his head back against the back of the chair.
"Sparring is mutual," he said with a sigh. "If you're going into it to be treated like a punch bag, or treat your opponent like one, you're doing it for the wrong reasons. It ain't about dick-waving, it's about improvement and lookin' at it, you could fucking use some."