His eyes widened in shock; he barely even noticed the amazing crash as debris fell from the ceiling where Ino'd finally loosened the structure to its breaking point.

Guts grabbed the wrist belonging to the hand whose fingers had dug into his chest, penetrating flesh and muscle as if they were bladed. He had never seen anything like it before, not without claws or hidden knives. But he wasn't unfamiliar to the scenario; perhaps Grimmjow had gotten too cocky in deciding to use his body as the weapon of choice.

Guts coughed blood into the other's face with a twisted smile before lifting his other arm - the iron arm - and pointing the hand directly at the Espada's temple. "Hey, Ino. Now would be a good time to start running."

And then he pulled the cord with his teeth.

The hand tucked under to reveal a cannon which abruptly erupted into flame, shooting explosives directly into his face.