A soft breeze blew through the area, ruffling Grimmjow's teal hair as the arrancar felt the strings of his patience slowly begin to snap as well. This bird was beginning to annoy him greatly. Did it think it was being stealthy, inching towards him like that? It was then that Grimmjow realized what he was doing. He was contemplating the thought process of a bird. He couldn've sworn remembering something like the brain of a bird being half the size of it's eye. And here he was. Wondering went inside it instead of stomping on the creature. This place must have been messing with his mind.

Ears perking at the sound of a low growl coming from the glowing creature, la Sexta felt himself tense. It was true that he had the urge to kill something, this bird would be a fine victim. With a wide grin on his face, the arrancar disappeared in a flash to appear before the bird again, muscled arm shooting out to wrap around an elongated neck.

"What now?" he taunted, tightening his fingers.