show me your thorns

the herculean man moves across the desolate expanse, working his footing just right so that he slid perfectly down an incline until he'd reached the bottom of the rough terrain and thus continued his steady gait across the battlefield. in the distance grïmmjow could just barely take out the silhouette of one's stature and as he moved closer to the fiend across the blood-stained arena, grïmm's eyes briefly narrow at the sound of the male's call. the howl rung in his obsidian ears, igniting a flame inside of his chest that caused his claws to eat up the earth's surface as he attempts to tread a little faster toward the stranger. his spine tingled and his muscles ached, only now realizing just how long it's truly been since he's sunk his fangs into the flesh and sinew of one's throat. oh how he longed for that adrenaline rush. so, like just a junkie, the large battle-worn man closes the distance between him and the other. his head snakes up high, legs parting slightly in order to distribute his mass on all four limbs, all while his shoulders roll forth in an effort to add extra "padding" around his jugular. grïmmjow gifts the male a confident, yet wicked smile as he flashes his grisly maw at the man.

"you bellowed?" grïmmjow cackles morbidly, the insidious smirk that toyed with the corners of his mouth slowly washes away as his eyes narrow. "though i warn you, i don't play nice."

"speech"