At this point, Grimmjow is perilously close to being on the same page about fighting, but not for very good reasons.

He bites back a retort at being given an order, instead huffing in irritation. "Fine, then. I'll go find you a stinkin' robot," he almost sounds like a petulant teenager as he turns away, stomping into the underbrush towards a robot he'd seen before 'rescuing' Wormmon.