[ Grimmjow gets a few hits in—fast though his reflexes may be, he only has two arms with which to block, and he can't use blut vene here. When the guards turn the corner and Jaegerjaquez lets go of him, Jugram steps back and watches for a split second, just barely catching his breath, head pounding worse than it was when he first woke up on the cement floor of this place.
He strongly considers running and letting both of them drag the arrancar back, hopefully to euthanize him like the wild animal he is, but between here and the cell he woke up in Jugram lost the truncheon he got off of the guard himself and Kurosaki shackled, and it would benefit him to replace it.
His jaw aches on the side it was hit, and the coppery taste of blood intermittently seeps into his mouth, but he's still upright and largely unharmed—even without blut, a quincy's body can withstand a lot more than a human's. He pulls one of the two from the arrancar who was a moment prior striking him out of self interest alone—it isn't difficult to beat him into submission enough to wrest the club from his hand and deliver a single hard strike against the back of the head, more forceful than the one that left him unconscious. If it cracks the man's skull, if he dies, so be it. His life doesn't matter, in the grander scheme of things. ]
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He strongly considers running and letting both of them drag the arrancar back, hopefully to euthanize him like the wild animal he is, but between here and the cell he woke up in Jugram lost the truncheon he got off of the guard himself and Kurosaki shackled, and it would benefit him to replace it.
His jaw aches on the side it was hit, and the coppery taste of blood intermittently seeps into his mouth, but he's still upright and largely unharmed—even without blut, a quincy's body can withstand a lot more than a human's. He pulls one of the two from the arrancar who was a moment prior striking him out of self interest alone—it isn't difficult to beat him into submission enough to wrest the club from his hand and deliver a single hard strike against the back of the head, more forceful than the one that left him unconscious. If it cracks the man's skull, if he dies, so be it. His life doesn't matter, in the grander scheme of things. ]