[If there's any recognition at the sight of Grimmjow, after having browsed the profiles on the form created by the Hierarchy, he doesn't show it in his expression. Crass first impressions aside, his own gaze evaluates the threat in front of him — lack of fear a telling flag among others. Outside of these shadowed corridors, Sasuke might have sought words before combat, not because he has any particular talent at diplomacy, but because fighting for the sake of fighting alone isn't appealing to him... Unless in exceptional cases, reserved for one person in his life.
But they're here for a reason. And he's been hunted. And that darkness swells, loud in his mind, a second living heartbeat, thundering violence like a spell that overtakes him.
So he doesn't say a word. His right hand lifts, completing the one-handed equivalency of a seal — sleeve noticeably charred, on second glance, from several previous attempts until he got this right — before he unleashes katon. The narrow path between them suddenly becomes a scorching tunnel of hot flame, and the blast is headed straight for Grimmjow, leaving blackened and smoldering stalks of corn in its wake.]
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But they're here for a reason. And he's been hunted. And that darkness swells, loud in his mind, a second living heartbeat, thundering violence like a spell that overtakes him.
So he doesn't say a word. His right hand lifts, completing the one-handed equivalency of a seal — sleeve noticeably charred, on second glance, from several previous attempts until he got this right — before he unleashes katon. The narrow path between them suddenly becomes a scorching tunnel of hot flame, and the blast is headed straight for Grimmjow, leaving blackened and smoldering stalks of corn in its wake.]