The bright blue energy ravaged the atmosphere as it threatened anything that grew near it; defending its owner as his transformation completed.

His ears became more like that of a feline as his hair extended into a long blue mane and his normal clothes were replaced by a skin-tight suit of armor and both his hands and feet changed into paws with razor-sharp claws on them. The jawbone of his old mask that usually remained on his face had vanished, as if they had become his now animal-like teeth. His hollow hole was completely visible now, and surprised everyone that saw it even if they showed no signs of it. A long, thin tail covered with the same "armor" his suit consisted of twitched as the blue energy dissipated.

All of his wounds, including the ones that had been closed up but not healed, were completely gone now, and no longer threatened his indomitable fighting spirit as the arrancar smirked.

"So what do you think now chevalier?" He asked with an almost humorous tone.

Amshel didn't show any signs of being intimidated, but then again, whether he showed it or not didn't mean he wasn't. And regardless; not being intimidated didn't mean he was strong enough to win, it just meant he was too stupid to realize he was about to lose.

"That's an impressive transformation… but I don't see how you think growing claws on your hands and feet will enable you to win."

Grimmjow chuckled at the statement.

"You'll see."

The other chevaliers began to step forward when suddenly his torso leaned forward as if he were going to throw up. Sensing that they had an opportunity to attack, the three transformed chevaliers leaped towards him. But when his upper body lurched upward and a thunderous roar emanated from his throat, sending sound waves across the area, they stopped quickly enough. The roar left his throat, leaving only a beastly growl behind, as he leaped forward and punched Nathan off of the roof in a single strike. As the other two realized what had just happened Grimmjow's elbow aimed at James' iron-skin and green "darts" fired from it, putting cracks into it and launching him off the building as well.

"You're strong, but you're too big of a target. And if something strong enough hits you it doesn't matter whether you're hurt or not; you're still pushed out of the fight." He stated analytically, contrasting his sudden vicious attack on them.

"And you…" He began as Karl aimed one of his arms at the man and a crimson spike jutted from an opening in his hand-

-Grimmjow caught it with a hand as the projectile shot at the speed of sound across the few feet that separated them.

"That attack can only go straight. And you can't use your hands for balance or anything as you move while using it, so it doesn't really matter if you can fire it quickly or not; you won't be able to keep up with anyone who's even decently fast. That's if the person's weak enough that they can't just catch it."

The chevalier seemed stunned by the declaration for a moment, as well as the display of Grimmjow's ability to grab the spikes out of mid-air, but soon aimed his other arm at the man, beginning to fire another one. Almost at the same time Grimmjow plunged the spike he'd grabbed into the "firing slit" in the chiropteran's hand, effectively stopping the attack. Before Karl could so much as gasp Grimmjow grabbed both of his wrists and rolled backwards, kicking him straight up into the air several yards. He brought his legs back over his head and then flipped forward, pushing off with his shoulders and hands to get himself into a standing position as the chevalier began to descend.

Grimmjow leaned down, as if trying to reach the side of his ankle with one of his hands, before spinning up into the air and revolving his body around until one of his feet kicked the chevalier half a mile away and, needless to say, also off of the roof. At such a display of power and battle prowess even the burgundy-suited man's smug expression couldn't withstand showing a few cracks of apprehension as the arrancar touched down on the roof again and smirked at the scientist.

"So, how do you like my little transformation now?"

It took a moment for him to respond.

"Knowing your opponent's attacks and being able to quickly counter them is an essential tool in battle. They did not know how much your abilities had increased, not to mention you had caught them off-guard."

Grimmjow chuckled before fixing his eyes on the chevalier again.

"So in other words, you think the only reason I bashed them all off of the roof in about ten seconds flat is because I got the drop on them? I thought you were supposed to be one of those analytical jerks that always says something cold and logical. Yet your reasoning sounds pretty stupid to me."

"A chevalier's strength depends on how old they are, due to them realizing more of their abilities."

"And let me guess; you're the oldest, right?"

A grin crept onto the man's face before Amshel disappeared without a trace.

He lost the smirk as suddenly something reappeared behind him.

"You're very perceptive."

A hand dove for the back of his neck, aiming to rip the arrancar's spine out. However, on its way to its destination the hand was caught by a black, clawed one, and his smirk came back.

"Psyche."

Grimmjow pulled his arm over his shoulder and tossed the chevalier across the roof.

He, unlike the others, managed to keep himself from hurtling off of the roof. But it didn't change the fact that he hadn't caused any damage. And Grimmjow was just getting started with him.

"We need those children in order to make our dream a reality." Amshel explained, walking away from the edge of the roof and back towards Grimmjow calmly.

"And what dream would that be?"

"A world filled with chiropterans; a world beyond the petty morals and laws of human beings."

Grimmjow closed his eyes but kept his guard up as he rose a clawed hand into the air.

"Sounds good. Too bad that if the dream got made up by someone like you it probably wouldn't end there."

The suited man's steps ceased, and they were back at their starting positions.

Grimmjow opened his eyes as he tightened the raised hand into a fist.

"The humans are messed up. But then again, what species isn't in one way or another?"

"Quite a deep examination… for someone who prefers to think and talk with his fists."

"What can I say? I'd rather beat the hell out of someone I don't like than spend hours trying to convince him of something he'll never believe anyway."

Amshel's eyes drifted to the cocoons that Diva's unconscious body still held fast to like a set of vice-grips.

"But your kind fights against another… doesn't it?" Amshel questioned, momentarily lessening the grin on Grimmjow's face.

"Yeah, what about it?"

"I'm sure that as powerful as you are, you must be quite high on their list of enemies to kill."

He chuckled at the irony of the sentence he was about to speak.

"Pretty much; I'm in the top ten at least."

Amshel smirked.

"Then I wonder what would happen if the leaders of the group that your kind fights against were to discover your whereabouts."

Grimmjow frowned as the man suddenly disappeared.

"So that's how you're gonna play it, huh? Cold bastard."

He hadn't thought those words ten seconds before he saw Saya and Haji materialize from behind an aged chimney of the building. It most likely hadn't been used in decades, but the thing had apparently been intact enough to hide behind.

"You two wanna go? Or are you going to run away?"

Neither of them looked particularly aggressive, but that was only an uncommon thing in Saya's case; the guy looked as passive as he had when trying to stab him in the face with his claw hand a few hours ago.

"I can't simply walk away and leave Diva here." She spoke.

Grimmjow chuckled.

"More stupid talk, huh? Fine. Bring it."

"Hold on, Grimmjow." He heard a familiar voice say from behind him.

Kurosaki appeared next to him, back in his normal state.

"There's no need for anyone else to fight."

Saya seemed surprised at his decision to not allow the situation to escalate.

"But Ichigo-"

"Saya… you should have told me the whole story of what's going on."

A look of shame flashed across her face as she looked away from him slightly.

"I'm sorry… I didn't know if you would help us otherwise…"

"I'm not sure exactly what Grimmjow's position is on this, but I can understand one of his points; if you're doing this to help others then why are you lying to people just to get a desired result? That doesn't sound like something you would do."

Her look of shame grew deeper as she looked further away.

"I know. But please understand; if Diva's children live to grow I won't be able to stop them if they end up like her. I have to sleep for many years before I'm allowed to be active, and in that time they could wreak far too much havoc."

"But you don't know that they will."

"I can't afford to take the chance!"

"So you'll just kill them to be safe? What kind of solution is that?"

The brat had no response to that, and both of them calmed down.

"Saya, I can understand what it's like to know that you can't protect everyone. And also to do something you would rather not do so you can protect those that you care about. But there is another solution to killing them and just letting them go free."

Her gaze returned to him, showing a sign of interest.

"If it meant that her children would have be safe I'm sure she would be willing to find a way to keep on living other than feeding on living, breathing people. I mean… you do right?"

It took her a few moments to give any response but eventually she nodded her head.

"Grimmjow, what do you think?"

The arrancar scoffed and released his form, allowing the transformation to dissipate and return him to his original state, minus the wounds, and for his sword to rematerialize in his right hand before being quickly sheathed into its scabbard.

"Whatever. Do what you want. Don't whine though if she turns out to not follow your little rules; she isn't exactly an accountant in terms of personality when it comes to following orders."

Ichigo nodded, not deterred in the least.

"What do you say, Saya?"

The girl seemed to be in deep thought thinking it over for a minute until she eventually gave a nod.

"Okay, we could try it."

Ichigo nodded again.

"Let's give them a day though before we try to get all over them though. Grimmjow, could you guarantee you two won't be going anywhere?"

The arrancar sighed.

"You're asking a lot, Kurosaki. I'm not gonna speak for the chick or her kiddies, but I hate being tied down to one place."

"You've got a mission to accomplish, right?"

Grimmjow looked directly into Ichigo's eyes, as if scanning for something.

"If you help this thing go through I promise to help you find a way to get back to Hueco Mundo… and to try and help you figure out why regular people can see you."

He mulled it over for a minute.

"Done."

Ichigo nodded once more and returned his gaze to Saya.

"Alright. I think we're set."

"You're sure?" Saya asked, unsure herself.

"Trust me, he may be vicious and rude, but I doubt there're many people more honest than him."

Grimmjow scoffed off the compliment and walked away to lift the "roof" back up to where it had been before.

"We'll be here when you get back. But don't come here to fight or I'll take you out this time."

"See? He's not going anywhere." Ichigo reassured her, ignoring his second sentence.

There was another slow nod from Saya a few moments later before Haji leaned over and pulled one of her arms around his neck and held her waist; they prepared to leave.

"See you later, Grimmjow." Ichigo said.

The arrancar walked away from the soul reaper and stuck a hand in the air, opening it in a "goodbye" gesture.

"Later."

He heard Haji leap off the building, and then Ichigo use the soul reaper equivalent of sonido, Shunpo, to follow after them.

Grimmjow noted, with some irony, that the rain had stopped.