Reposted by THRONED to 𝐿𝑎𝑠 𝑁𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠.

His eyes, half-lidded but glowing
faintly now with a chill brilliance,
drifted toward Harribel. Then back
to Grimmjow.
〝⠀I’ll keep pulling the
trigger until one of us
stays down.⠀〞And behind him, another orb had already begun to form. But slower this time. Not from caution. From boredom—𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒚.