Bleach Inked Black: Legendary Quincy

"After all this!" Grimmjow exclaimed, frustrated. "There was no Hollow again!"
Tatsuki, dragging his body back from the alley where they had left it, stood and glared at him. "Stop that!" she snapped. "Get back in your body now!"
Grimmjow walked forward toward his own unconscious form, pausing next to Tatsuki to look at the Soul Pager in her hand. "Do something about that useless cell phone!" he retorted.
"Are you saying it's my fault?" asked Tatsuki incredulously as Grimmjow dragged his body into a sitting position. "I just relay whatever comes through the Soul Pager."
"So hurry up and fix that thing," Grimmjow repeated as he rose, once again human.
"I want to as well," Tatsuki replied, equally frustrated.
"Breaking up?"
Tatsuki and Grimmjow stopped their argument at the unfamiliar voice and turned slightly. A figure, dressed in white, face shadowed but for the reflections of round glasses, walked slowly toward them from the dark street. "How unsightly," the newcomer said. "Good evening, Jaegerjaquez-kun... Cifer-chan."
"Who are you?" asked Grimmjow, turning fully to face the newcomer. "How do you know our names--?"
"Jaegerjaques-kun, you can see spirits, right?" interrupted the newcomer. Her blunt statement caught both Shinigami off guard, and their reactions were far too easy to read.
"W-what are you saying?" asked Grimmjow belatedly, trying to play ignorance. His question was ignored as the white-clad newcomer perked up, turning suddenly.
"A new Hollow has appeared."
"What?" asked Tatsuki, then her eyes widened in surprise as her Soul Pager buzzed. She took it from her pocket and flipped it open. "S-she's right," she gasped. "It's an order."
"Which way?" asked Grimmjow, determined to hunt down the Hollow before it could cause any trouble.
The stranger's arm rose suddenly, a strange charm dangling from her wrist. "Over there," she said, pointing. "You don't know such a basic thing," she continued, looking over her shoulder at Grimmjow, "and you call yourself a Shinigami?"
Before Grimmjow could reply, the dangling charm burst into blue light, forming a long curve with the stranger's hand gripping it's center. The other hand touched the glowing arc, and then drew back, bringing with it a pair of lines that distinguished the form. A bow, arrow drawn.
"Go!" cried the stranger, her glasses flaming with the light of her bow. The arrow shot forward like a bolt of lightning, zigzagging across the rooftops to slam into the rising Hollow blocks away. With a roaring cry, the Hollow burst apart and dissipated, completely destroyed.
"It disappeared," breathed Tatsuki, looking at her Soul Pager.
"Just what are you?!" demanded Grimmjow, looking with new trepidation at the stranger.
"Ishida Nanao," replied the stranger, rising from her half-crouched stance, still turned away from the two Shinigami. "A Quincy."
Then she did turn to look at them. Her eyes bored into them as she continued. "I hate Shinigami."
"What?" Grimmjow asked, confused.
"Don't you understand?" asked Ishida. "I'm telling you... Grimmjow Jaegerjaques... I hate you."

Derived from Bleach Episode 11: The Legendary Quincy.

Originally entitled Grimmjow Jaegerjaques, I Hate You, but that title wouldn't fit, so I had to go with something else.
Bleach Inked Black continues, and now we get to meet Ishida Nanao. Despite the fact that she is, in fact, a girl, I was very happy with this switch. Maybe it's the glasses...

{Notice} This is the last of the Inked Black pictures I had drawn in lower resolution, and this is the only one I was actually happy with in that resolution. I am submitting it now without redrawing it because I want your opinion. Should I redraw it, as I redrew the first two, or do you prefer it this way? Please tell me your opinion, I need to know.

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Drawn traditionally, redrawn in Paintshop Pro.