When they arrived in the gym, Grimmjow turned and leveled his gaze on Agumon. "My hierro is like iron," he warned. "So if you wanna cut me, you can't hold back, got it?"

He was grinning now, holding up his hand in a fist, with crimson energy gathering over his knuckles. Then he threw it, like a punch, at Agumon's feet. "Bala!" It was a fast, but relatively weak, attack. Just enough to make sure Agumon knew he was serious.