Grimmjow smirked at her reactions at first, her eye twitching as he walked away casually. Unexpectedly, she shunpo'ed in front of Grimmjow, cutting him off again and said,
"If you don't want me to get Kuroki to kill you, carry me all the way back to Los Noches." Carry her?! What the fu... Wait... Sh-she actually thinks he can kill me? "But if Kuroki doesn't kill you, I'll remove your Vasto Lorde rank and turn you back into a Adjucha." She smiled.
"After all, I can do that." Her eyes darkened.
"I'm not afraid to do it either."Grimmjow's smirk was long-gone, a stupefied look on his face. He knew the kid had no chance fighting him, but he knew that his sister wasn't bluffing about being able remove his Vasto Lorde ranking. Rumors had spread about her father having given her that ability. No way was Grimmjow letting her do that. He hunched over defeatedly, eyes shadowed by his long hair, and momentarily allowed his dignity to be trampled. "Damn it... Fine!" He shouted begrudgingly, then turned around so she could latch onto his back.