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NO ONE RIPPED MY HEART OUT,
I HANDED IT TO MY OWN 𝕵AWS.
Reposted by ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ THRONED to 𝐿𝑎𝑠 𝑁𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠.
—— The aftershock of colliding Ceros still danced in the air, leaving a shimmer of residual destruction across the battlefield. But to Grimmjow, that chaos was home. The thrill of it was enough to crack his lips into a wolfish smirk, not in search of an opening, but to make one before ——
July 5, 2025 at 7:32 PM
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—— the smoldering plume of smoke broke apart.

Even as the pressure cleared between them, the grin on Grimmjow’s face hadn’t dulled in the slightest. “ You two’re real damn cute when you try at the same time. ”

The rotation of his lower body masked the vanish. Sonido wasn’t used for ——
July 5, 2025 at 7:32 PM
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—— escape — it was a strike disguised as movement, and Grimmjow reemerged with velocity already bleeding from his limbs. By the time it echoed he ceased existing anywhere else but behind his enemy’s jaw.

As his right arm tore through the pocket of distance that once separated them ——
July 5, 2025 at 7:32 PM
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—— fired like a battering ram, shoulder pitched over his hip, with the full twist of his waist behind it. Knuckles plunged against Starrk’s jawline, connecting beneath the hinge and traveling through muscle and nerve with a jarring crack. Force didn’t stop at the surface, it transferred through ——
July 5, 2025 at 7:32 PM
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—— shifting Starrk’s skull and compromising his neck alignment on contact.

Another step chased behind it, twisting upon the pivot of his left foot, his torso, hips, and right leg moved in unified tandem. Centrifugal force coursed through his structure as the right leg ——
July 5, 2025 at 7:32 PM
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—— extended into a short-range thrust kick. Sixta’s boot caving into Starrk’s chest like a piston, his entire lower body driving into the kick with the express purpose of creating distance and lifting Starrk off the sand, launching him like wreckage from an explosion ——
July 5, 2025 at 7:32 PM
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—— Primera’s form buckled midair, hurtling backwards straight into Harribel.

The collision knocked her back two steps, forced her to brace as Starrk's weight barreled into her.
Their bodies tangled for half a second before she absorbed the collision, separating them under the jostled pressure ——
July 5, 2025 at 7:32 PM
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—— " Heh … y’feel that? it wasn’t just the sound of my sonido, that crack was your jaw tryin’ to remember where the rest of your face went. Two-for-one special. Wanna line up again? "
July 5, 2025 at 7:32 PM
—— " Heh … y’feel that? it wasn’t just the sound of my sonido, that crack was your jaw tryin’ to remember where the rest of your face went. Two-for-one special. Wanna line up again? "
July 5, 2025 at 7:32 PM
—— Primera’s form buckled midair, hurtling backwards straight into Harribel.

The collision knocked her back two steps, forced her to brace as Starrk's weight barreled into her.
Their bodies tangled for half a second before she absorbed the collision, separating them under the jostled pressure ——
July 5, 2025 at 7:32 PM
—— extended into a short-range thrust kick. Sixta’s boot caving into Starrk’s chest like a piston, his entire lower body driving into the kick with the express purpose of creating distance and lifting Starrk off the sand, launching him like wreckage from an explosion ——
July 5, 2025 at 7:32 PM
—— shifting Starrk’s skull and compromising his neck alignment on contact.

Another step chased behind it, twisting upon the pivot of his left foot, his torso, hips, and right leg moved in unified tandem. Centrifugal force coursed through his structure as the right leg ——
July 5, 2025 at 7:32 PM
—— fired like a battering ram, shoulder pitched over his hip, with the full twist of his waist behind it. Knuckles plunged against Starrk’s jawline, connecting beneath the hinge and traveling through muscle and nerve with a jarring crack. Force didn’t stop at the surface, it transferred through ——
July 5, 2025 at 7:32 PM
—— escape — it was a strike disguised as movement, and Grimmjow reemerged with velocity already bleeding from his limbs. By the time it echoed he ceased existing anywhere else but behind his enemy’s jaw.

As his right arm tore through the pocket of distance that once separated them ——
July 5, 2025 at 7:32 PM
—— the smoldering plume of smoke broke apart.

Even as the pressure cleared between them, the grin on Grimmjow’s face hadn’t dulled in the slightest. “ You two’re real damn cute when you try at the same time. ”

The rotation of his lower body masked the vanish. Sonido wasn’t used for ——
July 5, 2025 at 7:32 PM
—— The aftershock of colliding Ceros still danced in the air, leaving a shimmer of residual destruction across the battlefield. But to Grimmjow, that chaos was home. The thrill of it was enough to crack his lips into a wolfish smirk, not in search of an opening, but to make one before ——
July 5, 2025 at 7:32 PM