woodfortono | (no subject)

It's been a while, hasn't it samurai? [All he says before grabbing you by the back of the collar and pulling you along to go somewhere where there's a bit more open space.]

[yes okay i'll just be RAISING HELL OVER HERE, snarling and trying to get you to let go, though he's not quite willing to lose the shirt to do it]

[Not even bothering to acknowledge you resisting and looking around for somewhere nice. Open area seems adequate enough so, just going to shove you forward.]

[turning around with a sword in his hand, his eyes flashing]

What the hell is even your problem?

I just don't want to leave things unfinished. [Pulls out his gun.] Sorry for the delay.

[his eyes widen and he curses, kicking out to knock the gun to the side and slashing at you, his grip on the sword white-knuckled]

[Lowers the gun to prevent it from getting knocked out of his hand and simply catches the sword by the blade.] Is that it? This is how you're going to defend yourself?

[bares his teeth and shifts to try and kick you hard in the stomach, pulling you forward by your grip on the blade]

[Pulling on the sword to knock you off balance and dodge the kick.]

[rolls and pops back up, stepping in to try and drive the sword up under your guard]

[Just forcing you back with an energy shield.]

Goddammit!

[rolls twice and staggers to his feet again, mussed and bruised, his eyes fierce]

You're this pissed over some cold water? You're pathetic!

You really think that is what this is about? You really are an idiot. I just want to make a point known, that's all. [and he drops the gun in his hand.]

So you're going this far to make a stupid point? You're petty beyond belief, no wonder Marvelous doesn't want anything to do with you anymore, memories or no. [still tense, his eyes on you as he waits for you to make a move]

[Slight sneer but, just going to cross his arms over his chest.]

This seemed like the only way to jam it through your thick skull that even at your best, you wouldn't be even close to doing anything to me. So far, you're proving me right. This is almost boring!

So go take up basketweaving and leave me the hell alone!

Maybe after I'm done here.

You're just pissed I scored a point on you, no matter how I did it. [icily] And honestly, I don't care if I can beat you or not, but if you think I'm just going to sit back and let you hit me, you're delusional.

See that's the problem. Who said I need to have you let me hit you? [And before you've even noticed he's moved, he's already backhanded you across the face hard enough to send you back to the ground.]

[he feels his lip split against his teeth, pain exploding across his cheek before his brain registers what's happened, his head snapping to the side as he falls back and digs for his shodophone, shaking his head to clear his vision as he draws the first strokes hard in the air, his movements sharp]

[Not going to do much good for now since the hand and phone are going to be firmly planted under his boot. Not enough to break but enough to hold in place as he kneels down slight and pulls Chiaki by the hair to face him.]

You said you don't care if I beat you but, is that because you knew that you couldn't win? You were warned not to go against me and yet, here you are. Must be hard to hear if Marvy-chan and Joe-chan could only tell you that you were just going to die.

[gasps as your foot comes down on his hand and your grip jerks tight in his hair, and he snarls a little as his free hand whips the sword up, driving it towards you as he uses your hand in his hair and your foot on his arm for leverage, wrenching his lower body up to aim a hard kick at your shoulder]

[Catching the blade again and twisting it to use the blunt edge to block the kick, taking his time to stand up and let you go completely and taking a few steps away.] Guess you still have some fight left in you.

[staggers to his feet, panting slightly and still bleeding from his split lip as he curls the hand you stepped on into his chest--it's not broken, but that still hurt. he holds the sword up in his other hand, his eyes burning]

You're going to have to do a lot better than that if you want me to stop trying to kick your ass.

Do I now? I wasn't going to give you the satisfaction but...well, why not?

[Bright flash of red light and, you're now face to face with a monster.]