"...Sure you are."
Grimmjow said simply, before his body launched into the air, his eyes widening as the plasma underneath him grew larger and larger, his right hand opening wide as from his hand a cero fired, shooting completely into the wave of plasma behind him, roaring at the plasma below as the cero was consumed within the massive wave of plasma, his entire body being completely and utterly consumed in the massive wave of flame and burning. The wave completely overtook him, his body completely hidden beneath the massive wave of flame an energy.
After a moment, a figure reappeared within the massive eruption. "Well, damn…" Grimmjow stated simply, his entire body covered in small wounds and burns, smiling at the male in front of him, his body looking trashed even as he did so. "Seems the flaming faggot's got a bit more behind his pyrophilia then I thought." He said simply, as he slowly place his hands into his ragged pockets. The cero that he had fired had consumed him, going completely around his body as the fire had enveloped around him, causing it to form a kind of energy shell… a brutal, painful energy shell of massive damage, which was then superheated by the flames within, causing its force to increase even more so. "Now if I'd actually been caught in that proper, hell, I'd probably be missing a foot. Too bad your attacks lack any precision." He said simply, his trashed body vanishing as he reappeared directly in front of Poliro.
The grin was on his face, knowing that he had the boy pressed like a rat in a cage. For all the damage that Grimmjow had dealt against him, the other male had allowed it to overwhelm him. Grimmjow could feel the mark on the back of his leg when Poliro had struck him, the scratch that it had made on his hierro. That was what made Grimmjow so dangerous. He was without any special techniques or abilities outside of what a normal hollow could do; completely lacking in any special characteristics. His body, however, made up for this with focus on his natural hollow traits. So while he didn't have any fancy fire or lances of spiritual energy, he had raw power, raw defense, and raw speed. He was a brutal warrior, a fighter, one who would deal damage and roar at his enemies until they finally forced his tarnished body to collapse.
"Now , it's my turn." He told the male simply, reappearing in front of the male. It seemed that Grimmjow had rather frayed the other male's nerves already; he had looked tired coming out of that massive attack, as if he had hoped such a maneuver to completely overwhelm the hollow who had been kicking and screaming at him. "You just think t-" His voice was suddenly cut off as his body vanished in mid speech, his body flaring reiatsu as he reappeared in front of Poliro, his right foot coming straight up at Poliro's crotch as he held the blade in his right hand up high, in the act of bringing it down as he reappeared, aiming for a malicious slash at Poliros shoulder, before his body spun around, his left foot coming up as he nailed It into where Poliro's flank was, aiming to send the punk flying form himself and rolling into the completely destroyed area of the wastelands, Grimmjow standing in front of him as he held his hand out, drawing his blade over his hand, before slashing it across it, blood dripping from the action.
"Now… Time for you to face the ultimate…" He said simply, his body rising into the air as he held his hand out at Poliro, taking rather careful aim as the cero changed color from red to blue, and began to arc outwards, lines stretching from it as if it were an overload of power, as Grimmjow smiled. "Cero." He stated simply, as without warning the cero launched from his hand, descending downwards towards where Poliro was standing, Grimmjow's voice echoing over the destroyed wasteland as it fired.
"GRAN REY CERO!"
His voice roared, the blast heading straight down towards Poliro. However, this cero was different froom the others in a few ways. For one, it was much more intense; a hit from that attack would most likely result in a missing limb the way the Vizard was now. Second, the attack was not like normal cero, it arced and changed directions repeatedly, becoming unpredictable in its path. This was linked to the final way in which it differed from normal cero; Grimmjow had control over it. It was linked to him through his blood, and therefore he could control where he sent it, and where he sent it was directly into Poliro's face. Either the male would have to stop the blast somehow, which Grimmjow doubted would be accomplished through the plasma flames, as Grimmjow had put the energy within it enough that if it were to be met with those plasma flames again, ti would rupture, making an explosion that would level the area even greater than Poliro's initial attack against the Arrancar, consuming Poliro, the source of the accelerant, in the blast. In addition, if he attempted to deflect it, it would arc back around into him, most likely into a direct opening. Not that Poliro knew any of this. He only nkew that a narrow, powerful blue blast of energy was shooting towards his body, in an unpredictable path, and that he would have to come up with a way to deal with it.
"You aren't that different? How, because you're weaker? So you got flames! Sow hat! AT least both of those two had the balls in them to use the traits that their hollows gave them! They were like Espada! You're more like a damn gillian! How does it feel, gillian?" Grimmjow asked, watching as his massive attack exploded, leveling everything around ti from the attack, his had reeling back and laughing as the hand he had used to fire the blast flexed, before finally gripping itslef his expression calming as he looked back down at the Vizard below him with serious eyes. "I've become more than just Grimmjow Jaguerjaquez as well. My raw skill would now be unparalleled to those others of Aizen's Espada. So without further ado, I'lll now commence with the kicking of your ass!" Grimmjow finished, his body vanishing as he was spinning around, his body reappearing several times as he did so, relishing in the freedom granted to him by having been able to release his reiatsu, his body flashing all over the place from the sonido, ZZts buzzing from all over the place as finally he reappeared about twenty feet above Poliro, his confident demeanor returning to his body as he finally reappeared about twenty feet away from Poliro, his body flashing forwards in a great haste as his right fist pointed downwards to punch the Vizard as his body rapidly accelerated in a burst of speed and energy, slamming into where the male was standing, aiming directly for his face.
However, even as he performed this, his attack was not done, as his body then vanished, reappearing flying in from Poliro's side if he should shunpo or not, his foot slamming into the male as he attempted to kick him away and use the element of surprise, before his body vanished again, no teven pausing from the stance from which he had attempted to kick Poliro, before his body moved rapidly, reappearing at Poliro's side, his sword drawn as he flew forwards, slashing at the male's right arm, before vanishing again, reappearing above him as he descended, slashing again as he vanished for a third time, reappearing to the side of the Vizard as his body burst forwards, performing two slashes before vanishing a final time, his body reappearing back a few feet from where he had been before as he opened his hand at his opponent, his fingertips all glowing. "Five. And they're all going…" He stated simply, as his body vanished one last time, his body reappearing more than four times around Poliro's body as Grimmjow could finally begin to feel the stretch of his sonido as it began to nearly get close to its limit, as he finally reappeared one last time in front of Poliro, his right hand slamming into the male's face as he reappeared, his voice roaring.
"FIVE SUNS CEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERO!" He roared, the cero in his hands growing into a massive blaze as he kept his body completely pressed forwards, feeling the immensely massive strain as the blasts shot into Poliro, their forced proximity with one another multiplying their force as a red and blue cero shot out of Grimmjow's fist, obliterating everything in front of it with a massive wave of destruction, the very air around the attack being completely rent from the force of the attack as Grimmjow stood there, panting slightly, watching the massive torrent of destruction as it finished its total path of destruction, exploding a couple dozen feet from Grimmjow as he watched it with dull eyes, feeling the extracted blood from his hand drip. That attack had been enough to cut his hierro from the cero energy alone to open the path for the Gran Rey ceroes, thus resulting in the massive onslaught he had delivered into the Vizard.
"Flaming faggot, seriously looks like you can't pack much of a punch at all while you're like that. Though, it also looks like you're not one much for punching in the face, either. Hmm. How to deal with you.' He asked the man simply, reaching his hands back as a wide smile appeared on his face, almost in a shrug as a smile began to possess his face, ingenuity coming into his face. "Too bad there's no firetrucks nearby! Ahahaha!" He laughed, remembering the ridiculous looking bright-red vehicles racing along the human streets within the wake of his destruction, and how utterly useless they had been, his laugh echoing and crackling across the wasteland, his body rising rapidly into the air, before at last he stopped, looking back down at the male, awaiting his action to see what it was that the black haired male would do next.