[ He doesn't need to be told, of course—the moment he sees the opening, Jugram's raising himself to his full height, an inch or two taller than the Arrancar standing before him. His body stays faintly tensed, ready; there's confidence, even knowing that hand-to-hand combat isn't where his skills lie. What Grimmjow has in experience he can, at least, match in the speed of his reflexes. The fighting should draw in a guard before too long, and that will give him a good window to keep moving forward. ]

I see. You must think something will change if you defeat me. So much so that you're willing to risk your own escape—or could it be that you know I'll kill you once we leave the constraints of this place?

[ He doesn't strike first, despite the goading—it'll be more advantageous to let him attempt a blow and deflect it. ]