Yylfordt looked at Grimmjow, his expression serious. "What you thinking, bro?" He asked.

A city wasn't exactly an ideal battleground, but that went both ways. The Ryoka had vested interest in people not figuring out they were Ryoka.

Just like the Arrancar had a vested interest in people not knowing what they could do, either. But Grimmjow's feud with the berserker ran deep, and Tayuya was gunning for the fire elemental's head on a platter.

The problem was, to have noticed each other now, like this, here, they must practically be on top of each other already.