[It had been a while since his last kill, and wet blood on hands and arms and face had long since dried, and now cracked and flaked and left in itchy, tingling sensation on his skin as he moved. Maybe he'd taste Takasugi's, now. Maybe they'd work out the tension, work out any sore stiffness that had settled in their bones and be on their separate paths for another day.
Maybe this would be the prize fight, and they'd both end here, leaving behind a sight of relief for another student and a stockpile of supplies.
Maybe, maybe, maybe.
Maybes that there was no time to so much as think about, as instinct and reflex were met with instinct and reflex. Thought could come later, if it didn't end wholesale in a moment or two.
There's a knee coming for him.
He lets go of Takasugi's ankle to plant his other hand firmly in the dirt, necessary support to kick his foot up. He could end it, with one well-placed blow between his frenemy's legs, but...
He's not completely heartless.
Instead, it'll be defensive, he'll use his knee to guard his middle and hope Takasugi lands himself on his foot in a way where he'll be too winded to slash at him.]
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Maybe this would be the prize fight, and they'd both end here, leaving behind a sight of relief for another student and a stockpile of supplies.
Maybe, maybe, maybe.
Maybes that there was no time to so much as think about, as instinct and reflex were met with instinct and reflex. Thought could come later, if it didn't end wholesale in a moment or two.
There's a knee coming for him.
He lets go of Takasugi's ankle to plant his other hand firmly in the dirt, necessary support to kick his foot up. He could end it, with one well-placed blow between his frenemy's legs, but...
He's not completely heartless.
Instead, it'll be defensive, he'll use his knee to guard his middle and hope Takasugi lands himself on his foot in a way where he'll be too winded to slash at him.]