[Really? That was unexpected. Steve stumbled as he was released, dropping to his knees as his hands went to his throat. It was one of those automatic, human reactions he always hated but couldn't seem to avoid. Then again, that's what he was at the moment. A human. And how often had he wished for just that situation?

Of course he'd get his wish at the worst possible time.

Steve glared up at the man, content to stay on the floor for the moment. Now that he was aware of his loss, he needed time to process it. He felt . . . he felt like shit. Steve snorted at Grimmjow's comment and gave the man a crooked smile, one hand still rubbing his throat absently. He'd caught that "for a human" comment, and he wondered just what the man was. Again.]


And you're surprised? They didn't even bother to leave us our powers to make it interesting. So what are you Grimmjow? That snarling earlier . . . What are you?