Leaping a few feet backward, Torrik merely shrugged at the other creature's questions. It wasn't a lie for he truly didn't know. Since he evolved, he never had the chance to discover the limits of his unknown abilities. He was hoping that in this fight, he'd find out soon enough. The fact that he had managed to finally leave a mark on the stronger being was what astounded him the most at this point. Though Triox was distracted momentarily, he still could have gotten away from Torrik's claws.

Catching his breath for a moment, Torrik's brown eyes fell upon the unique blade that Triox had at his side and the feathers that seemingly became the blade. This made him start to wonder if the weapon he was born as an arrancar with held some similar power. For all Torrik knew, a blade was used for cutting and nothing more. His days as a Gillian had nothing to do with anything. No weapons, no purpose for living except for eating and surviving. The thought of using a sword was still rather awkward.

Glancing down at the black bladed saber, Torrik's eyebrow raised slightly as if asking it what it's purpose was. Surely the blade wouldn't respond, but it wasn't to be expected. He knew that it was simply something he had to figure out for himself.

Heeding the stronger Arrancar's wish, Torrik readied himself to attack again by leaning slightly forward. His bluff worked the last time but there was no proof that it would work again. He had to come up with a different way to get another hit in.

Upon improvising at the last minute, Torrik dashed forward. Dust and debris flew up from his heels as he moved in quick stride. Keeping his right arm straight and extended to the side, the sword in his hand was also pointed outward as if it were an extension of his limb. After a couple bounds, Torrik leaped a couple inches off the ground and turned his body so that he landed on his left foot. Leaning back a bit, he allowed the heel and side of his foot to slide while halting from the fast momentum. At the same time, he used the speed of his stop to bring his right arm around and release the sword, hurling it at his opponent.