[And they were the baddest of bad boys, after all. So of course they had to keep up the bad boy cred.

But where Takasugi had been calculating and patient, not impulsive... Kamui had done just the opposite, fighting anyone who crossed his path and scalping their corpse for supplies. And a good thing, too, or else he might be as bad off as Takasugi was, now, and then neither of them would claw their way to the end, would they?

And, well, the assumption that others would try to store supplies and stealing them when he found them (or, better yet, waiting for them to come back for them) had served him just as well.

He even had about five extra maps, if Takasugi cared to ask for one.]

Well, I was hoping that we could fight before either of us got too exhausted. You know. Maybe finish off everyone else early on. But...

[There you were, being lame.

And standing. So he'll just. Peer up instead of also standing, in a display of bravery or stupidity or, as Takasugi would probably know, an invitation to just try something, punk, an uppercut from his position now would pack a bigger impact than one from standing straight.]

Going to give me a good fight if I try?

[He asks, as if he doesn't already know the answer.]