Nnoitra grinned as Orochimaru struggled. He couldn't resist. It was nice to see him falter, to see him suffer. It made a change from that cock-sure attitude he'd been wearing since Kadaj had initiated battle.

"Hah!" He hoped that burst of electricity hurt.

He nodded to Kadaj and gripped each of his four weapons more tightly. He could have produced another pair for the newer arms, but he decided to hold back that ability for the moment. He didn't want to put all of his cards on the table, after all. Orochimaru was a fighter made in the same vein as Szayel -- if he knew what you were capable of, he would work out a way to turn the battle in his favour. Keeping things from him was what gave them a chance of victory. Instead, he swept one hand up to his face to pull off his patch and clenched the other into a fist at his side.

"What's your plan?" He asked Kadaj quietly, looking at him out of the corner of his eye. "You know what'll happen if we give the bastard too much space."

But having to deal with that sword too much wasn't something he wanted to risk either.