Arena Brawl: Eibon vs Grimm

[Eibon]

15:47:14 Grimm {Of All the Nothing.} Well, the Arena was the Arena as one could expect. Still, made of stone, and always holding that certain feel which made one think a wave of violence could happen any moment. This last sort of feeling had to be tripled on this day for sitting in on the left side of a middle portion of the Arena seating was a man (if you could call him that) called Grimmjow Jaegerjaque. You wouldnt be able to tell Why the feeling of violence was in the air by looking at him at the moment, no; he basically lay his toned fit looking body (which had a damn hole in the lower middle section of his abs) sprawled out all about were he sat, the open white jacked adorning his upper torso laying very still while white baggy khakis (connected to thick looking white and black boots) occasionally shifter without him wanting them and making lite rustling noises. In short, the man aptly dubbed Grimm looked lazy as fuck (even with the Katana esque blade known as Pantera attached to his left side by the sash-
15:47:39 Grimm -adorning the center of his waste, resting snugly) with how he lay a sort of disinterested 'Blah' sort of look upon his face as he just starred out aimlessly into the center of the Arena pits. It had been a short travel from there to back here, and oddly enough the trip WAS eventful...but that was a story yet to be told. Laying there, a heep of lazy and uninterested flesh bone and...Whatever Grimm was made of, the day seemed still as a leaf yet ready to be pounced upon if need be. Such was the way of the Arena, yes?

16:01:59 [Eibon] The world seemed stagnant these days. Unmoving, unchanging. The tides of war seemed to die with the last vestiges of the Sinister Accords’ activity, and while their damned cabal existed albeit broken and scattered, it no longer pushed forward with the ardent fervor of a ravenous beast over an endless field of willing prey. Such was the nature of the Keep; some enemy would rise with threats of engulfing the whole of the world in conflict, and then some opposing force would be birthed from the chaos, only for one to die. Almost always it was the instigating party that eventually faded into whatever obscure hole it had originally crawled out of. Eibon, however, stood stalwart in his desire to never become complacent. He would not fade, or be forgotten, or watch time go by in his immortality. That was not going to happen. So, he busied himself with guilty pleasures, like capitalism, booze, and sex, while also enjoying the occasional violent act, like laying waste to some backwater village that --
16:02:49 [Eibon] no one knew about, or would remember. Continued efforts to not become manifested in his need to indulge in violence. It was not solely his desire to be violent. His wants were, without a doubt, partially influenced by the head of The Worm that had answered his pleas for… amusement. Hedonism, self-pleasure, self-indulgence, and sensuality seemed to become him these last few months. He had lost some of his control, he’d noticed, finding that when he could have gone for a good amount of time not succumbing to his carnal needs, he now needed them like he needed sustenance, which was ironic considering he didn’t even need that. Like a crack head, Eibon came into the arena, standing squarely at the center of its sandy pit, waiting patiently for some person to help satisfy him. Who would that person be? Who knew. Eibon didn’t. He almost didn’t care. He just needed violence. Standing with his form shrouded in his ebon cloak, he stood still, head unmoving, no breath moving past the iron --
16:03:07 [Eibon] helm over his head. No eyes could be seen past the cascading shadows filling the ocular holes of the helm, and for all intents and purposes, he could have been brain dead. But he wasn’t. He was waiting.

16:23:08 Grimm {A Mask for a Mask} Well, for once it didnt take long, nope not at all. The calm that beheld the Arena itself stilled as if it senses the implications of what happened. Subject A noted subject B, and Grimm for half a moment studied the man (could he even be called that anymore) known as Eibon. Despite the ever bleak and fruitful attire the...man was it? Grimm could tell but he assumed it was a man...Anyway, despite the 'fruitful' attire and odd little feel about the man (which Grimm didnt feel himself, but thought he had it, like most others he had encountered in the Nexxus) he seemed perfectly normal...Except for the mask. The thought of a mask actually brought the brow of the lazy looking Arrancar to furrow slightly then shake it off. "Hmph..." No use remembering THAT period of time, devouring and skulking about like the real he still was today. No, he had changed as one would expect, but for some reason or another masks really pissed him off. That said, suddenly and quite slowly Grimm rose to-
16:23:21 Grimm -his feet, stretching a bit and yawning loudly before suddenly in an oddly effortless yet slightly brow raising manor hoping atop the chair before him, hands within the pockets of the baggy white Khaki pants while he hoped again with small effort atop another chair about three rows down from were he once sat, repeating the process about twice more before landing without even a hitch of strain within the sandy pits of the Arena his boots leaving a heavy thump as they hit the ground. Casually with hands still in pockets and eyes barely open (he looked half asleep) the Arrancar mozied quite a few feet forward, five, ten, fifteen, twenty, until he stood a respectable distance from Eibon himself, standing there in silence (unless something happened, never know) looking at the masked man with a brow cocked up, left hand suddenly moving up from his pocket to scratch the back of his head. A second later, a small twinkle rang through the Arrancars eyes and the smallest of smiles formed on his face. "...Heads up!"-
16:23:29 Grimm -The voice was rough around the edges as it spoke loud enough to be heard (if allowed, Grimm stood about thirty or so feet from Eibon) and like that, leaving nothing but a sort of loud static like sound in his wake, Grimm vanished. What? Had he just warned Eibon of impending doom and decided to flee for no reason? Sadly no, that wasnt in Grimms nature. If anything he was the possible impending doom mentioned! Utilizing the power source Grimm had at his disposal (something called Spiritual energy, garnished from Reishi and held together by various spiritual entities from were Grimm was birthed/made/once lived), Grimm let the power mentioned float thinly about his body, connect with the surrounding area Grimm walked through and observed with his eyes, and in a flash have the power hurl him forward within the blink of an eye (a bad explanation I know, but when you only have VAGUE accounts on how something works, you sometimes need to come up with stuff on yer own). The technique was called Sonido, something-
16:23:36 Grimm -which easily made ten to fifty feet seem like one foot within a second, and Grimm utilized this technique to perfection to stand suddenly within arms length of Eibon, the mentioned left arm mentioned cocked back over his hand, the hand a fist as Grimm once appearing before Eibon again intended to let lose the fist and send it crushing dead center within the masked face of Eibon with force one had to have guessed was great and full of strength if all Grimm intended to do was punch Eibon in an area obviously armored to a good extent. That said, the right hand continued to rest with Grimms right pocket, unhindered, the fingers slightly agape as the slightest twinkle of red light (not bright enough to shine through the whites of his Khakis) began forming and floating inchs from the palm of the Arrancars hand.

16:49:33 [Eibon] Eibon was oddly normal, wasn’t he? Metaphysically speaking, Eibon wasn’t all too new or original. It was obvious he was not entirely human, and considering Grimm was actually looking, there was nothing to hide the fact that Eibon had a power in him that, upon firs glances, wasn’t imposing. For all intents and purposes, he appeared the simple mage. This may or may not have made some radar go off somewhere, as simplicity in the Keep was almost more unusual and concerning than a mongrel throwing his power around with little to no reserve. As Grimm began to move, his feet finding purchase in the pit, Eibon finally moved, body turning slowly to face him. Eyes behind his helm rolled over the new form, gleaning information about his constitution – questions about his ousiac signature being answered by what surface information could be had. Was his body the body of a human? In structure, it seemed to be, but a closer look would have to be taken to find out if he was all flesh and bone. The other --
16:50:27 [Eibon] continued to close the distance between them, even though it was now obvious that Eibon was watching him. Eibon took this as a sign that he was likely to be engaged. Hoping that he would, Eibon began to set in motion the prep work necessary to enjoy this. The silent, invisible force of his Id began to permeate the area around him. There was nothing dangerous about this. It was wholly harmless for the time being. But, what it lacked in ability, it made up for in, again, being unnoticeable. As this happened, Eibon observed the other disappear in a way. Eibon, reflexively tapping into those metaphysical senses that at the very least told him this figure hadn’t left the building, admittedly flinched. A little jump. He hadn’t expected that. The flinch delayed him, and put him off when the figure reappeared in front of him with clear intentions of punching him in the face. It was surprising this figure wished to engage him in physical combat. Maybe he thought Eibon couldn’t perform --
16:51:44 [Eibon] well when his space was invaded? Consideration of these possibilities was second to Eibon’s reaction of actually just moving his head to the side; to the right; Grimm’s left. The moved head was supplemented with steps in the same direction, placing Eibon on the outside danger… he hoped. He felt something cooking with this figure, and took immediate precautions. Eibon’s blood began to pump faster, noticeable magical affluence swelling to levels previously unseen, though they remained a great deal beneath where they could go. Here, loud, noticeable forces began to coalesce at Grimm’s feet, mixing with the previously leaked forces of Eibon’s Id, causing a reaction that Eibon considered “magic”. This new manifestation called upon the sand, forcing it upward into Grimm’s eyes. This was Eibon’s aim. Blind the figure and figure out a counter measure. The forces of Eibon’s Id continued to leak, doing little more than sitting statically till Eibon called upon them. --
16:52:00 [Eibon] For the time being, Eibon only aimed to dodge his opponents punch, and then blind him.

17:09:01 Grimm {Dance!} Well he couldnt really think anything of Eibon just yet. IT was obvious he wanted to fight yes, and Grimm wanted to fight to so they were fighting, and that was that. What he would think of Eibon would come to pass shortly, I'm sure but for now Grimm had to wait on that. The simplest move was enacted and it missed. Mentally Grimm grunted. It always missed, hell Grimm was thinking it was starting to sound predictable, but what the fuck was it a big deal? No, this was just the start of it all, so I bid ado...Grimms ears perked keenly as he heard something (the loud forces that were manipulating the sand) coming oddly from all about him yet mostly situated below his feet. An explosion of shrapnel of some sort? Grimm wasnt sure and honestly he wasnt worried about such a thing, but if it got in his eye...That could be a bit annoying, so with that in mind Grimm did something to Hinder Eibons blinding attempt all together, blink his eyes shut for half a second, feeling the pelting of the sand-
17:09:08 Grimm -against his eyes and nothing else. Crafty, yet oh so Underpowered. Thoughts raced through Grimms head as he acted even when the sand pelted his eyes, letting his left foot slide forward (having seen Eibon try to step out of the range from his left beforehand anyhow) as the miss punched kept moving forward to an extent then curled in a turn towards Grimm right, the muscles of Grimms arms flexing completely while it did so until it was just in front of Grimms face, Grimm turning his upper torso to the left slightly as to use a full strength arm swipe from right to left, his torso adding onto the affect of such an attack as it whipped Grimms arm there and back again, the intent being to quickly bash the left side of Eibon (since he moved his frame off to Grimms right, sort of situating his left side more with Grimm if I am not mistaken) and basically send him reeling, the intent like the fist before it but with a bit more umph to make it more effective and forceful and the like. Simple and slightly barbaric
17:09:30 Grimm -tactics when it came to the Nexxus, but despite all the simplicity and rough force, Grimm was alert with his surroundings and such. The blast of sand though small made Grimm wonder what Else the masked man could do with the area and he had a hunch he had a lot of cards in his hand but was just waiting to show them for whatever reason. Let him, more fun for the future! As before the right hand continued to 'lay' within Grimms right pocket, hardly moving as the slightly red twinkle became a small bead then a growing orb as seconds passed. Prep was stupid as it was slow, but Grimm found it was crafty none the less if not Impatient.

17:53:52 [Eibon] It was likely unwise to stay in such close quarters with this figure. Eibon was fully aware of the power he was pulling together, unless he was trying to hide it. Power, when dealing with beings such as Eibon, had a tendency to spill its secrets and announce its presence without anyone meaning to. Eibon’s immediate concern was that power coming together. He had no clue what it was, or what it would do, but Eibon knew it to be dangerous; intrinsically dangerous. Avoiding the figure’s hand-to-hand moves was simple enough thus far; he imagined it would grow increasingly difficult when this figure began to throw his energy and power around. Eibon was trying to avoid doing the same for the sake of keeping an element of mystery about himself; for later use when he needed to surprise his opponent. In any case, Eibon began to respond. His opponent closed his eyes to the sand, which served its purpose just as well as if he’d been blinded by gravel getting into his eyes. There was a moment when this --
17:54:28 [Eibon] one would be blind to everything around him, and Eibon was just fast enough to exploit it. Eibon’s opponent further attempted to counter even while not fully aware of what had happened in the small span of time when he’d closed his eyes. What had happened? A depression in the ground manifested as the vitality of that loud force was shaped by the silent force, mixing together to react and perform the feat of displacing sand and pressing it down to force Grimm’s leading foot to fall. The twist of his hips, then, as he brought the fist around to collide with the side of Eibon’s head, was likely to facilitate the dramatic loss of his balance. The depression was only a few inches in size, but deep enough for what Eibon aimed to achieve. If Eibon was lucky, Grimm might even twist his ankle trying his maneuver. If nothing else, this would serve to delay Grimm while Eibon finished his counter with his first power play of the fight – Eibon’s right arm rose from the confines of his cloak, --
17:54:59 [Eibon] gauntleted forearms running perpendicular to Grimm’s incoming swing. The vitalized force provided by Eibon’s physical form manifested in his strength, allowing him short bursts of inhuman physical power. Grimm’s strike would be blocked by this forearm, though Eibon underestimated just how much strength his opponent had. Where Eibon would have proceeded to attempt tripping his opponent, he instead was forced to widen his stance, fighting against the supernaterual strength of his opponent. “Of all the things you could have warned me about,” he spoke, his husky voice permeating beyond the confines of his mask, “I would have preferred to be warned about your strength.”

[The Turtle]

Grimm:

{Like Jesus!} Crafty and tricky, was there really a difference anyhow? Regardless, a small turn of play became somewhat bigger as the ground beneath one of Grimms feet actually began to indent and actually disperse. You'd think what Eibon intended would go off without a hitch, what With Grimms eyes closed and such but what was planned wouldnt come as he would expect. I wont lie, the ground dispersing did slightly surprise Grimm at first, but half a second after it was made and it seemed Grimm was about to let his foot fall, the foot suddenly stayed in place a half second later without moving. Wha? Well, the long story short was Grimm happened to be a sort of being that could float/fly from the ground up on whim and what with Eibon just did, it wasnt a complete overhall of Grimms body in the air no, but he used the means from which he used before to utilize the Sonido and seemingly effortless literal jumping down the Arena seet and kept his foot planted in mid air. In short, while a good attempt to him literally off his feet and spread him out in a disorganized fashion, such a thing was easy and quick to be dealt with by Grimm.

That said when the forearm of Grimms arm connected with Eibons armored arm, it had to be noted that Grimms arm did not show the slightest trickle of a scratch once it occurred. Yes Grimm had great strength, as Eibon had found out, but the metal on flesh should of left SOME kind of mark, right? Well it didnt, more workings of Grimm power at play, but that should be left for later when it came into full use. That said, while forearms were locked, Eibon spoke and Grimm with a half sane half sadistically pleasured look on his face (his eyes were open by now, just to say) spoke back; "...Whats the fun in warning about EVERYTHING, mister mask?" With the words spoken Grimm acted; he attempted to let his forearm slide against the armored forearm of Eibons, intending to do so quickly so he could turn his arm slightly to have his hand facing the armored forearm mentioned, were with viper like tenacity it would attempt to clamp onto the thing with a vice like grip, all the while Grimms feet would go to work, the right one (which had stood stationary unlike the left) turnign in towards the left to which Grimm would (regardless if he got a grab on the forearm or not) quickly pull a half pivot so his front was facing Eibons right side, the outstretched left foot actually rising off from its original point while doing so in a swift attempt to quickly (not in the strongest of fashions mind you) swipe the ankle of Eibons left leg if all came to plan, possibly off balancing possibly not, though Grimms full intent would be shown regardless as (if he got a hold on the arm) he'd muster all that 'supernatural' strength he had to try and forcefully pull the gauntleted arm down, along with Eibon in it.

Faceplant? Possibly, but Grimm wasnt to keen on such a simple trick so once his feet were in place and if all went off without a hitch, that right foot which had half pivoted for him would tense and as an added measure (keep in mind this is if ALL somehow went to plan), slide said foot back a bit and try a quick soccer ball like kick to what he though might be Eibons gut (if he had been pulled forward like Grimm intended). A lot to do? Yes, but despite all the possible successes and failures...That right hand stayed within his pocket and that orb continued to grow, illuminating a slight but dark red color from the pocket it was being birthed in.

[Eibon]

           It a appeared the functions of this entity were largely reflexive – he began to fly, saving himself from a mangled ankle in the span of time it took even the most talented of fighters to process visual information, let alone consciously respond to it.  Keeping this in mind, Eibon presumed this person had a ‘battle sense’ of sorts; some series of reflexive actions built into his muscle memory for the sake of preservation, which meant he must have fought very, very often.  Furthermore, his skin was tough, his strength was above par… It dawned on Eibon, then, that small tricks and tactics would only get him so far, and to put any lasting damage on this being, he could have to kick it up a notch.  As if the mage really had a problem with that.

           During Grimm’s response Eibon was both actively listening and actively moving, the silent forces of his potent Id coalescing in places around his armored body.  Grimm did not appear to have yet realized Eibon’s process, which was good.  In his defense, the Masked Mage had been very conservative with the use of his abilities, but with the newly reasoned information, it was within his best interest to stop playing so lightly.  Physical actions began again, Grimm’s arm twisting in an awkward manner just for the sake of grabbing Eibon’s arm.  For it to be possible, Grimm would have to make it so his elbow pointed skyward, and with his strength, it would be all too easy for him to twist Eibon’s arm and correct his in a single move.  Unfortunately for him, Eibon was privy to this, and more than knowledgeable in the arts of combat and the nuances of the human body.  He couldn’t break a physical construct down if he didn’t know how it was built up, after all.

           Eibon was still on Grimm’s left flank, and Grimm had the burden of trying to turn around in order to save himself from being vulnerable in very key places: his side, and his back.  It would be all too easy for him to take his backside at this point.  But first things first – deal with the grab.  The exalted vitae of Eibon’s body, interacting with his inner Third Eye, brought about the series of nigh instantaneous reactions leading to the manifestation of that loud force.  The Mage could not hide it when it was coming about, and so Grimm would know it was coming.  Eibon’s blood pumped, the vitalizing force augmenting his strength even more than before, giving Eibon the ability to first resist whatever possible twist of his arm Grimm might try, and then allow him to manipulate the awkward positioning of the arm to his advantage.  A free arm hand shot into action, hands aiming to grab onto Grimm’s left shoulder, fingers hoping to find purchase in his flesh as they sank in as fingers utilized those claw like protrusions at the tips of his gauntleted fingers.  Simultaneous with this motion was the movement of Eibon’s feet as he aimed to position himself at Grimm’s back, which was as simple as side stepping.  Such a lackluster motion of the feet barely required thought.  Eibon was left with only one more thing to do, and it too came at the same time as the other two aforementioned movements, and it was perhaps the most important.  Eibon turned his elbow out, hands aiming to grab Grimm at the wrist, locking them even if Grimm decided to let go.  At such close range, and with such speed, and with so much more going on, what were the chances of Grimm escaping this?  Let alone counter to gain an advantage?  

           The drop of Eibon’s arm didn’t cease the motions of his arm as he began to pull, drawing Grimm’s arm up into his back as Eibon’s left hand pushed forward, putting painful pressure on that shoulder joint.  This move actually had a name.  It was called a Hammerlock, and Eibon was working it so hard as to almost make Grimm’s arm run parallel to his spine, hand being forced dangerously close to his neck.  Now, was any of this a done deal?  Nothing ever was, but in the world of percentages, Grimm’s chances had been whittled down considerably and mostly because Eibon had managed to find, catch, and hold his position at Grimm’s left flank.

           But, this wouldn’t be fun if Eibon were done.  No, no, no… easy as it could be for Eibon to attempt some finishing strike, and as unlikely as it would be for Eibon to get another chance like this again in the fight… Eibon had made a mistake in using his power so freely, and what’s worse, on himself.  The influence of the Wahdjet had seeped into Eibon’s mind, the barricade holding it back weakened in Eibon’s actions.  Sensations of pleasure and lust manifested in the outward projection of Eibon’s power – the power that could be noticed and felt.  Hedonism permeated through his body and through his exalted blood, slicing away at Eibon’s ropes of self-control.  Grimm could feel this just as he had felt when Eibon’s abilities began to move.  This was all to say… Eibon physically could not end this fight now.  He wasn’t yet satisfied.

           The augmented strength of the Westerner, a gift of both the Wahdjet and his physical systems, spiked once more, and in movements that would trick even metaphysical eyes, Eibon released Grimm’s shoulder and allowed gauntleted fingers to curl, while silent force congealed around Eibon’s fist, given form and vitality by its louder counterpart, mixing and reacting to amass pure, unadulterated energy around that fist, and within a fraction of a second, similar to the startling movements of Eibon’s opponent, Eibon’s fist aimed to rocket forward, connect harshly with Grimm’s spine, and release the whole of that explosive force around and in his fist.  Energy transferred over into Grimm’s likely inevitable forward motion, while remnants created something of a vertical shockwave, similar to the vacuum left by objects jumping past the speed of sound.  The end result?  Hopefully Grimm would go flying into an adjacent wall, impacting its surface only to be buried into its body.  Mind you, Eibon had also released his arm pending the successful contact between energized fist and back.  If nothing at all went according to plan…well, quite obviously Eibon could handle himself.  At a time when his tactics didn’t work, Eibon would respond accordingly.

[The Turtle]

{Up Close with a Ball.}

 On the aforementioned floating, it didnt take any real senses to do on near whim. When Grimms foots just began slidind down into the ground, it was easy to see something was up and not to his liking so the best option once that odd slipping took place, poof, float on whim! That and Grimm didnt know to expect yes, but he was aptly prepared. When you are such a creature that is in a semi-new world but has had animal instincts from the get go you tend to try to expect anything, especially when it came to threats, this situation being no different then any other. With this said, awkwardness was awkwardness but Grimm had some sort of a grab before Eibon acted, which meant that at the Same time (as stated as before), nearly on cue, Grimm turned his right foot inward and partially lifted his left foot to try a not so strong leg swip while he turned and such to half pivot (which as stated in the last post, would come just as he got a hold no matter how awkward on Eibons arm).

Would it do any sort of desired effect? Maybe, but given Eibons odd state of physical and mindful mind (along with that power Grimm could actually feel at the moment) it was unlikely it would do its full affect, so as to not make such a thing fully disastrous, the Arrancar first would immediately place his foot back on the ground, slide it into place quickly along the line with his other foot. This done a few things should be noted; It would still be possible for Eibon to grab his shoulder yes, but with Grimms half pivot and the like, it meant Eibons intent to get possibly more off to Grimms side and possibly to his back was thwarted for the moment as Grimms pivot meant they should of been facing each other the same way as before, Eibon more off to Grimms left side with his right side more parallel to Grimms left, the same as before but obviously with Eibon a bit more on his feet then before and the like.

If Eibon still intended to try and grab Grimms shoulder, even once the pivot should of situated Grimm with Eibon like before, Eibon would find it difficult to grasp any part of Grimm at the moment, evne with gauntleted arm. It would feel like a cheese grater was trying to grate a steel bar; it try to grasp and rip back but it wouldnt work. Why? Well, it was a racial trait all Arrancars had passively (though they could choose to heighten it on certain points of their bodies if they needed to), an ability called Hierro, or Steel skin in Spanish. Such a thing garnished the Arrancars spiritual energy (which was quite high when it came to Grimm, not Kurosaki levels but up there), and basically have it form a thin yet highly durable layer upon every inch of the Arrancars physical body. Clothes withstanding, this basically made all Arrancars a living sort of tank in most regards and though yes such a thing could be broken through with enough effort, it was Highly unlikely (if Eibon even grabbed at Grimm after his pivot) Eibons own humbled strength would not (yet) pierce/grip such skin. I assume much in this matter, yes, butttt...At the moment lets get to the point were, regardless of grab or no grab, movement or no movement, that Grimm would make things in this fight pick up.

First and foremost, that right hand would finally come into play with this battle, lifting over and out of the pocket it had been so snugly settled into and reveal within the slightly clenched and outstretched palm and fingers of his hand a slightly dark red colored twenty centimeter (in term of height and width) orb, the orb illuminating the color mentioned as Grimm calmly aimed it at Eibon, a brow raised, smirk on his face as the very end pointed at Eibon seemed to flutter slightly then suddenly burst in a sudden wave of the mentioned spiritual energy, starting off small (which was nifty as it'd JUST miss hitting Grimms underarm if Eibon was intent on holding onto it during the whole process), but quickly growing as it traveled out from its original bursting point, intended to slam into Eibons gut (or sides, depending on how he moved/was angled) and just send him flying back with reckless abandon, like all of Grimms attack meant to do in the first place.

The technique called Cero had just come into play, the feeling of the thing in general beid odd, like it was alive and not alive at the same time, yet holding a strange sense as if it  had emotions (if one such as Eibon had a knack of feeling such things) and the like, which was partially true, as the attack somewhat reflected the mindset of the user in general and the like. That said, if the Cero hit Eibon, the feeling of the thing of course would be pure blunt bashing damage, a large sense of uncomfortable and skin blistering hint, and the tiniest sense of electrical shock and the like (if all went down as it was supposed to). It was a small crafted thing Grimm always planned out during the beginning of any fight, a simple little think he liked to think was affective (given he Usually, even with regards tohis own well being utilized at near point blank range) and so...Maybe it hit, maybe it didnt.

Maybe Eibon had an Alakazam to pull out and make such a thing ineffective, but if that wasnt the case and the Ceros intent went off and Eibon went soaring like he should have (In Grimms mind, not saying it will happen), Grimmjow would turn towards the destination Eibon was most likely to land at, a smug sort of grin on his face, hands constantly flexing into fists, then palms, then fists again as he took slow steps forward from were he once, aiming to slowly make his way over to Eibons destination (if all went as planned), alert as you expect (as he expected Eibon to pull some tricks out of his hat as well if he wasnt dead), but collected and oddly patient despite his frame of mind.

[Eibon]

   Grimm, indeed, grabbed Eibon, and indeed his movements would begin the second he did.  This would not be disputed, for Eibon had no interest in stopping these.  They would be stopped because they would not happen, as Eibon’s counter measures ensued.  Grimm’s ability to sweep Eibon’s leg depended on Eibon’s leg being in a position to be swept.  Simply put, it was not.  In the same way Eibon’s leg was not in a position to be swept, thanks to his sidewards movements to gain Grimm’s back, or at least keep to his flank, Grimm's leg was not in a position to sweep it.  Simply put, Eibon’s position, and therefore his legs, had moved by the time Grimm aimed to sweep them.  But, this was not the only thing keeping Grimm at bay.

   It is possible that Grimm may have attempted to find Eibon’s leg and keep up with where he was moving, and ultimately still continue with the sweep.  The sweep, by itself, could be done if other factors permitted it.  Unfortunately for Grimm, those other factors did not.  Grimm’s leg sweep also banked on his ability to pivot, which actually did bank on his ability to properly rotate his arm.  Unfortunately, the awkward position of his elbow being pointed to the sky did not allow him this mobility, and to regain said mobility, he would be forced to twist Eibon’s arm and bring his elbow back to an appropriate angle.  Knowing this, Eibon had immediately fought against it, and to make sure Grimm wasn’t allowed to correct himself, Eibon also grabbed Grimm’s wrist, and now the two were locked; Grimm, with his positioned arm locked, incapable of performing that aforementioned pivot, and therefore incapable of facilitating a sweep, ultimately saved Eibon the trouble of countering several actions.  Eibon needed to do only one thing to protect himself, and that was stay the movement of Grimm’s arm.

   How had Eibon been able to counter Grimm’s strength?  Grimm should have felt it coming; Grimm should have known that things would get tricky for him the second that loud power began pumping again.  Eibon had augmented his strength anticipating Grimm would be forced to correct his arm position, and Eibon had fought in order to make sure he couldn’t.  As Grimm had failed properly addressing the issue of his arm, it was now almost certain that he would end up in that Hammerlock, and it was almost certain that he would end up violently careening through the air till he was stopped several feet into the stone of the pit walls.  Eibon didn’t even have to concern himself with that energy yet because Grimm wouldn’t get a chance to release it.  Did that mean Grimm still had it to use later?  Maybe.  Eibon, however, was not concerned as he began to repopulate the area around himself with the force of his overactive Id.

   That force permeated even father than it had originally, which likely meant Eibon was about to begin more long ranged tactics.  He felt confident he could handle himself in close combat, but it admittedly went against the grain of his preference.  Then again, so long as he got to break Grimm and have his fun, it didn’t matter how he did it.  Eibon’s head canted to the left and right, joints in his neck popping and loosening.  Eibon had done all that, and he was feeling stiff?  The Masked one remained where he was, expecting at any moment that he would be assaulted by Grimm appearing out of nowhere.  That speed was a real problem.  And his durability was another.  Eibon had expected that his fingers would pierce flesh, and yet he’d barely even cracked whatever metaphysical shell this being had over his skin.  Physical contact allowed Eibon to more closely examine his opponent’s ousia, and with this knowledge he was better equipped to defeat him.  Yet still, this didn’t necessarily mean he had this fight in the bag.  Still…his odds looked alright, right?

[The Turtle]

(Note 1: To Eibon, forgive me for taking so long, I thought my comp recaught a Trojan Virus I had not to long back so I was cautious to come on for long periods of time to anything, so forgive the delay with such a SHORT post @_@...
 Note 2: I might be assuming a few things to much, if I am doing it in a way which seems a bit...Sketchy, let me know. I might not have realized a few key things and such.)

{Woooooosshhhhh....Spider-Man!}


Well , not much could be said except the Arrancar simply went flying back. Despite this occurrence, Grimm kept a rather mellow almos uninterested look on his face as he soared through the air, though as he did he suddenly bent his legs up (I imagine while he is soaring his is soaring headfirst, if not forgive me) so his knees would curl up to his waist, utilizing the ability he had to actually fly on whim to turn his flying frame, the head pointed towards the ground as he Grimm curled into a mid air ball of sorts, the results being his feet landing on the wall he was flying into, instead of his head, leaving a sort of forced impact into the stone structure of the Arena, pulling a spider man of sorts as he stood, knees bent upon the spot he was 'thrown/landed' on looking down calmly for a second before smirking smugly, the rough impact of the throw, something that could of Easily mutilated a normal humanoid having not even rocked his bones to a painful point (they did to an extent, but not to much).

Without much effort, that right arm (which was a bit jittery, but not to harmed despite the odd throw of the masked man) quickly lashed out, clamping onto the metallic pipe like guard rail of the Arena, bending the rusted metal a bit with his firm grip and without much effort pulling up on it, causing it to rip and tear off from the spot they originally were situated in for about four and a half to three feet from the original tearing point (taking some stone fragments from them as they were ripped), the Arrancar suddenly standing from were his feet had landed...Which was odd given he was standing on Nothing at all, hell he was floating! It might of given the masked man more then enough time to react but Grimm didnt care, a thin but mean smile forming on his face as his right side reared back somewhat, the right arm reared back while doing so. "Batters up..." The words were muttered under his breath as he effortlessly hurled the torn section of guard rail towards the masked man, the thing flying quickly through the air, a testament to Grimms strength as such a thing had to be heavy and such, right?

Despite the quickness of the rail being thrown, the Arrancar mentally counted to three and displayed his natural sort of quickness, flying forward about seven to ten feet behind the thing as he went, keeping his eyes squarely on the masked man, waiting to react accordingly as he went, somewhat curious what he could fully do. Obviously he had powers, the sudden shift of that ground and great strength? Yeah, he was hiding or perhaps preparing something, which Grimm was wary of despite his seemingly reckless abandon with his fighting techniques. What would happen? Hard to say, the outcomes of the guard rail throwing were various in many ways so one could not assume much, though throughout ALL of this, Grimm had managed to keep his left hand situated in his left pocket, letting it grow more then let it out as intended before. It shined that red color a bit more brightly, but thats what one had to expect when such a thing was allowed to gain strength.

[The Turtle]

(Still interested in continuing this, if you are, Pai)