[The tree shook and Takasugi responded with an interested 'oh-' and not much else. She was barreling towards him with something other than bloodlust, wasn't she? It would be a gamble to settle on that conclusion, but it would be just as dangerous of a gamble to continue trying to dodge such an experienced fighter.
The knife brushed against his back, cold metal on flushed skin reminding him just what the thirst for violence felt like. Stop dodging and attack - there was no true issue of size. Such a wild attack would present openings, and a bladed weapon could flay away even the most brutal of punches.
She wouldn't go down from pain, her scars told him that much, but blood loss was a fantastic equalizer. A fight was entirely possible, and as leaves crunched under his shoes with another step aside, he considered it. Impulse yanked at him to answer the cornered animal with a beast of his own.
So what muzzle kept his fangs from bearing?
A memory - 'twerp!' - if he was going to fight anyone, it'd be the asshole who called him that with lips jutted out to form an obnoxious taunting pout.
Takasugi stopped dodging - he'd let her grab him. Shirt, preferably, since he didn't move to avoid the contact, but neck works fine too. He'd be looking at her with the same smirk regardless.]
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The knife brushed against his back, cold metal on flushed skin reminding him just what the thirst for violence felt like. Stop dodging and attack - there was no true issue of size. Such a wild attack would present openings, and a bladed weapon could flay away even the most brutal of punches.
She wouldn't go down from pain, her scars told him that much, but blood loss was a fantastic equalizer. A fight was entirely possible, and as leaves crunched under his shoes with another step aside, he considered it. Impulse yanked at him to answer the cornered animal with a beast of his own.
So what muzzle kept his fangs from bearing?
A memory - 'twerp!' - if he was going to fight anyone, it'd be the asshole who called him that with lips jutted out to form an obnoxious taunting pout.
Takasugi stopped dodging - he'd let her grab him. Shirt, preferably, since he didn't move to avoid the contact, but neck works fine too. He'd be looking at her with the same smirk regardless.]
You're thinking this is kill or be killed, right?