[So edgy they could kill another student on it. Ooo. Wow.
Perhaps they had. Or perhaps it was luck. Or skill. Or the idea that the other students were simply... not as well equipped to this little game as they were. Whatever it was, they had met again, now, and the tension in the air was so thick that Takasugi could probably cut it with that knife of his, even caked in blood as it was.
And maybe they weren't choosing their opponents wisely, now.
Takasugi relaxing has Kamui shifting, sinking lower into his crouch. It's more comfortable, yes, but also has more power behind it, if he needs to move. If he wants to. And he laughs, for good measure.]
Wouldn't want to disappoint you, either.
[The foot meets his shoulder, and he has a choice. He could fall back, harmless, laugh it off as Takasugi shitting with him, wait to fight until later, and count on him backing off.
Or he could recognize that he's out for more, now, and respond to the spike in adrenaline stirring in his gut.
He'll roll back with the kick, enough to plant a hand on the ground behind him, enough to use Takasugi's momentum to grab his ankle and try to jerk him off balance as he drops.]
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Perhaps they had. Or perhaps it was luck. Or skill. Or the idea that the other students were simply... not as well equipped to this little game as they were. Whatever it was, they had met again, now, and the tension in the air was so thick that Takasugi could probably cut it with that knife of his, even caked in blood as it was.
And maybe they weren't choosing their opponents wisely, now.
Takasugi relaxing has Kamui shifting, sinking lower into his crouch. It's more comfortable, yes, but also has more power behind it, if he needs to move. If he wants to. And he laughs, for good measure.]
Wouldn't want to disappoint you, either.
[The foot meets his shoulder, and he has a choice. He could fall back, harmless, laugh it off as Takasugi shitting with him, wait to fight until later, and count on him backing off.
Or he could recognize that he's out for more, now, and respond to the spike in adrenaline stirring in his gut.
He'll roll back with the kick, enough to plant a hand on the ground behind him, enough to use Takasugi's momentum to grab his ankle and try to jerk him off balance as he drops.]