N13ve02 nodded, a determined look in her eyes. "Hai!" Turning on her heel, she hurried off, leaving Grimmjow in peace once again. After about two hours of Grimmjow being by himself, a spiritual pressure in Los Noches dissapeared. It wasn't clear who's it was, but one was definitely gone. The door to the training room opened and N13ve02 entered, her clothes torn, and covered in bruises, but she was alive. Blood ran down both sides of her mouth and stained the front of her clothes, but the smell coming from the blood wasn't that of N13ve02's. She cradled her broken arm gently, but smiled happily. "Sorry it took so long, I'm not completely used to that yet." She said with an apologetic smile.