Life after Death

Chapter 13 - Losses

IMPORTANT MESSAGE - All right, guys. So. For those of your who're keeping up with the updates as I post this - you may have noticed I updated the previous chapter as well. I really highly suggest you go back and read at the very least the gym-scene, as I have made some big edits, which I believe seem more realistic given the situation. So yeah, for the sake of understanding what I might write in the future, please do go back to read it!

I apologize for any grammar errors that I have made! Please read and review!
Disclaimer: Hiro Mashima and Tite Kubo own Fairy Tail and Bleach respectively. But hope you enjoy my crossover still!

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Grimmjow easily caught the big sword, which was swung down at him, with his bare hands. The sharp edge of it honestly just felt blunt to him. "Ya know, carrot-top, if you want to even have the slightest chance at beating me, you'll have to put a lot more heart into it than this." He told the human with a grin. While it was true he was here to finish and end some business leftovers from the bat and the big idiot, it didn't mean he couldn't have his fun with it.

Surprised by the fact that Grimmjow had so easily caught it, the human could only sort of gape. Grimmjow wanted to roll his eyes. That human hadn't been able to inflict any real damage on Yammy in his unreleased state, so he'd literally have to be stupid to believe the outcome would be much different now the number was lower. Idiot.

Especially because all the backup he'd brought in was also preoccupied now.

The tiny, black-haired girl lying on the ground in a bloody mess brought the carrot out of his trance. "Ichigo... Your... Bankai!" She whisper-yelled at him. Right. Grimmjow had forgotten about her for a moment there. Oh well. He'd already beat her, so she wouldn't be any threat with the state she was in right now.

The human jumped back through, once again focused on the battle instead of what little was going on in his head. "Right. Thanks Rukia." He called out to the slain Shinigami. "Prepare to go down, Arrancar!" He growled as the reiatsu whirled around him in the same way it'd done in the bat's memory.

Grimmjow sighed. "Espada. Not just any Arrancar; Espada." He corrected the carrot. Even for someone like him, that should be easy enough to understand.

"Bankai." The human said, having undergone the exact same, underwhelming transformations as last. It wouldn't help him at all this time either. And, completely ignoring Grimmjow's comment, he rushed forward with his now jet-black sword.

Grimmjow easily dodged his blows - he didn't even have to get his hands up from his pockets either. Having dodged four of these jabs, he figured enough was enough. So, with a spin for extra show, he planted a kick right at the fake Shinigami's chest. For a moment, he seemed to just sort of hang in the air, but then he flew off at incredible speeds into a tree, which just so happened to be in his path.

The Espada casually approached the human, who slid down on the ground. "That's not enough, carrot-top." He told him, stopping right in front of the guy. "Haven't you got anymore in you or should I just kill you now?" He asked. No matter what, that was going to be the end result. That was why all of them had even come here in the first place.

The human barely looked up at him through his orange hair. He didn't move to answer or anything even remotely like that.

"Well. Guess that answers that." Grimmjow declared, pointing his finger at the human in front of him as he charged his reiatsu in it. "Say your goodbyes, trash." He growled as the crimson red energy gathered in a ball in front of his fingertips. Well, that was one less problem to worry about for all of them. "Cero."