Shit. Shit shit shit. Events were turning in a direction that obviously wasn't in Grimmjow's favour, and he wasn't liking it one bit. Surrounded by humans, by the feel of the reiatsu, and somewhere off in the distance -niggling in the back of his mind like a headache- shinigami. He wouldn't have been surprised if it all was just some grand joke, the boss man's idea of entertainment. Fuck.
Cyan eyes narrowed at the gesture, and it didn't take a genius to identify the hostility in the pale man's gaze. "What's it to you?" he spat, and bloodied hands clenched into fists on the rain-slick ground.