tampered | Log: Complete

Log: Complete

When; January 28
Rating; PG-13 to R for violence and language.
Characters; Grimmjow [

6thsword] & Greed [

so_very_greedy]
Summary; By now, Greed had lots of reasons for fighting Grimmjow, and there was no better time for the Espada to dish out some damage of his own.
Log;

He'd only been gone a couple days and there was already a long trail of blood and carnage he'd left in his wake. The smell was intoxicating, overwhelmingly satisfying, and the arrancar was glad to have his blade's thirst sated. Turning his back on his latest kill, Grimmjow headed deeper into the forest at an easy pace, preferring to stumble upon new prey instead of having to search for them.

A rustle from his right caught his attention, and he levelled his zanpakutou at the sound. "Come out, fucker," he sneered.

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Greed marched into sight, chewing a honeysuckle with his hands in his pockets.

"Sup, pal? Thought I might pay you a visit. Heard ya' were causin' trouble," he said, spitting it out, "Why dontcha' try causin' some with me?"

Grimmjow's lips twitched into a wicked smirk. "Our fight's long overdue, ain't it?"

He turned to face the homunculus, adjusting the grip on his zanpakutou. "I'd be sorry I keep puttin' it off, but shit happens, ya know?" In a blink, the arrancar was standing behind Greed, sword raised for a downward slice.

"Well I---" Greed sensed a quick movement, but couldn't be sure of what was going on. For he was there and then he...SHIT. Greed immediately dove to the side, flipping to face his opponent.

"Shit! You don't mess around, do ya'?"

The swing stopped abruptly, and Grimmjow relaxed his stance, letting his sword hang loosely at his side. "Nah. Fighting's fun, but killing's the best part. I hear you don't die, though."

Grimmjow flash-stepped right up to Greed, fist pulled back. "It's just too bad," he let loose the punch, right at the other man's jaw, "you caught me in a killing mood!"

Greed's jaw and part of his face was eradicated by the swift punch. He was sent flying through the air, smashing through an oak tree.

"Ooogh..." he let out, slowly rising to his feet and regenerating, "You're fucking tough, amigo."

He cracked his neck and knuckles, then marched toward the arrancar.

"Guess I won't hold back then. Full power, baby!"

He dashed toward Grimmjow, ready to match the last punch with his own.

"Never asked you to hold back!" Grimmjow sidestepped, flaring his reiatsu at the same time. "About fucking time you attacked me, anyway."

A quick step towards the homunculus, a quick flick of his zanpakutou at Greed's side, knowing how easily a quick flick could turn into a deep cut. "With all the damn threats you've been making, I was beginnin' to wonder when you'd actually come out and try to hit me!"

At the moment of swing he jumped, aiming to nail Grimmjow's...grim jaw with a hard rising knee.

"I never say things I don't mean, my cosmetically challenged friend!"

Caught by surprise, Grimmjow's head snapped back. He tasted copper in his mouth -- blood. But the expression of momentary shock on the arrancar's face quickly returned to a grin of insanity.

"Good! Neither do I!" With a quick sonido, Grimmjow was in the air just slightly higher than Greed, bringing his zanpakutou down on the homunculus' shoulder.

The blade sunk in, quickly severing the arm at the shoulder. It dropped away and quickly disintegrated away from the philosopher's stone.

"Ah! You fucker!" he yelled, grabbing his sword hand and throwing a hard kick toward his midsection.

Yet again caught. Grimmjow gasped, blood and spit flying from his lips as the kick connected with his midsection right above his hole. Shit! he thought, frantic. His gaze roamed wildly trying to find an opening or an escape, but the homunculus had a firm grip on his hand and sword. And his other arm --

...was gone, though the first signs of regeneration were visible.

Grinning despite the slight nausea in his stomach, Grimmjow launched a kick at Greed's face while one hand behind his back gathered reiatsu.

Greed released Grimmjow, getting grazed by the kick in the process. He fell back to the ground and recovered himself. Growling up at Grimmjow as his carbon skin started to slide over his body.

"Time to get a little more serious, I guess."

He picked up a large stone and hurled it at Grimmjow.

The Espada stayed in the air, letting his sonido guide him out of harm's way of the massive projectile. He flicked across the open space between them, biding his time, waiting and watching as Greed transformed.

And then the cero behind his back was at maximum power, and he flash-stepped right up to his opponent, thrust his hand right in the homunculus' face. "Game over, Greed!"

The cero fired.

The reacted when Grimmjow attacked, raising his arm at the same moment and grabbing the firing hand, twining his fingers at the same time and digging them into Grimmjow's knuckles. When the cero fired, it was trapped between the two men's hands.

"As you were sayin', pale-face? I think the game's just gettin' fun!"

He reached for Grimm's collar with his other hand, about to deliver a skull-ringing headbutt.

An animalistic snarl was Grimmjow's only answer, his grin having turned into a grimace as his own cero seared the flesh of his hand. Blood dripped steadily onto the ground.

Good thing his jacket was left open, unlike the other Espadas'. As Greed grabbed the collar, the arrancar twisted as best he could, trying to pull his injured hand from the other man's grip as he raised his zanpakutou. With a quick flick of his hand, he reversed his hold on the sword hilt so the blade pointed down. He swung upwards to uppercut Greed as the homunculus lurched his head forward to headbutt.

The momentum of the blow levered his head up, snapping it back a bit, but caused no outer damage. He quickly changed his attack, going to and grabbing him around the waist. His body swung around behind the Sexta Espada and he attempted a powerful suplex, prepared to crack Grimmjow's skull across the ground if need be.

Grimmjow panicked inwardly, though his face only split into another furious snarl, as Greed swung him up and backwards. Even so, the arrancar gathered reiatsu in his bloodied hand.

He flinched visibly as his head smashed into the ground, a little jarred by Greed's sheer strength. He had a pretty hard head, but he wouldn't be surprised if he found a crack in his skull later.

A sonido brought Grimmjow a short distance away, and though he was visibly shaken by the attack, he fired the cero. Greed was a hard target to miss, anyway.

Greed took the blast full on, getting it by surprise after getting up from the suplex. He skidded along the ground and went into the underbrush, bouncing off several different trees before crashing into earth again, carving a deep grove in ground.

"Son of a...bitch..." he grunted, struggling to his feet. His shield was dirty and smoking, but largely undamaged.

He brushed himself off and walked back out, moving toward Grimmjow.

"Come on, amigo. Let's keep on, keepin' on."

The homunuculus charged, ready to clothes-line this pale-skinned upstart.

Grimmjow spent the time it took for Greed to recover and walk back wrapping his injured hand with a sleeve of his jacket. Other than that and his mouth, however, he wasn't bleeding much.

"Yeah, yeah," the Espada responded, though his grin didn't return. If all a cero could do was smoke Greed's shield, then the fight would either end in a lose or draw for Grimmjow. "Ya know, I'd love to show you what my release looked like..."

A sonido brought him behind and above the homunculus, and a bala burst flew from Grimmjow's hand. The grin was back. "...but that's no fun!"

Better a draw than a lose.

Greed was starting to get the hang of this. He couldn't detect the movement, but if he concentrated he could at least use his hearing to figure out where they stopped. He didn't bother turning to look this time. He launched straight up, feeling the bala impact and slow him a bit.

"Gotcha'!" he yelled, close enough to smell the arrancar. He whirled around and flailed with his claws at the first thing he saw.

Another snarl as the claws raked at skin, leaving long gashes across Grimmjow's chest. He snarled, shot backwards a few feet in the air, and returned his zanpakutou to its sheathe. He'd get nowhere with it; he'd have to rely on bala and cero.

"You motherfucker," the Espada spat. "You can detect my steps!" He was getting tired of this. There was nothing fun about fighting someone you couldn't injure.

Greed fell to the earth again and immediately sprang off again, aiming for the spot where Grimmjow was.

"You're a genius!" he laughed, trying to grab a hold of his legs, "Fight on the ground, you make-up wearing asshole!"

"Tch."

Grimmjow was at the ground in a second, and in that single motion he grabbed Greed and pushed him down, fully intending to smash his head into the ground. He knew that wouldn't damage the homunculus, but he was getting irritated.

Another cero gathered in his palm.

Felt himself parried and thrown to the ground, embedding his head in the earth for a second. He had enough time to frighten a family of rats before pulling his head out again.

"Think that's funny?!"

"Hell yeah."

The hand was in Greed's face in an instant, cero exploding immediately. Grimmjow was careful this time to jump back a few feet.

"Hey, Greed," he said casually, slipping his hands in his pockets, "you bored yet? 'Cause I am. This shit's been drawn out too long."

"You ain't apologized for what ya' did yet."

Greed began stalking toward him again, cracking his knuckles.

"But that's okay, I'll take her pound of flesh for her."

Grimmjow fought the urge to roll his eyes. As much as he didn't want to say sorry to Orihime, he'd told Hinamori he would. "I'm already apologizin' when I get back. But that ain't good enough for you, is it?"

He spread his arms wide, completely unguarded and exposed. Grinned. "All right, come on."

"Enemy of all beautiful women!?" he snarled, leaping for him, aiming his feet at him, trying to double kick him.

Grimmjow sidestepped and let Greed fly past him. Turning to watch the homunculus, he shouted back, "There's only one woman I care about. All the rest can get fucked over!"

Greed yelled at him as he sailed by, shaking his fist. It was then that he noticed the sound of running water. LOTS of running water, get VERY close.

"What the...hell..." he said, seeing the reason for the sound. There was a raging river going through this area, leading to a waterfall. Unfortunately, Greed was already past the river portion and sailing over the edge of the falls.

"SHIT! I'm not finished with you, asshole!" he yelled out, giving the finger to Grimmjow before disappearing over the falls.

He fell into the tumbling waters and out of sight.

Grimmjow walked over to the edge of the falls and leaned over to peer down. He couldn't see Greed from where he stood, but that wasn't a problem. He was bleeding and tired and really wanting a nap, so he didn't mind the unconventional ending.

"I ain't waiting for you!" he shouted, wondering if Greed could hear. "So when you find me, don't disappoint me again!"

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