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𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝟐: 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐒. 𝐈𝐈 𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙙𝙤𝙜
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 ✦: Weapons will be called out. Minor blood. Possibly bad written fighting scenes.
𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊:
"Now that I think about it, aren't you that adeptus that everyone keeps talking about? I must say, you have quite the reputation."
I just sighed.
"I don't get involved in the media. I rather not in fact. In the years that have passed, I would never do such counter ship."
He hummed and tapped his foot in response to my remark. His fierce look was partially softened by his cerulean blue eyes catching in mine, but mine was not. I maintained a lofty stance, figuring I may as well copy him. Except for the battling Dazai behind us, the mood was awful.
"I'm still stuck here!"
Neither of us made a move. Obviously, if I did, the other would assault me. I have no understanding what his ability is, or even if he has one. The Port Mafia, after all, has combat and non-ability users. They appeared to be yearning to recite an army. His foot shifted slightly, indicating that he was about to charge at both of us. His knife shattered on his palm, and he dashed towards us. I swung my spear around and dashed at him. With my back bent, he sliced his knives into the base of my spear, preventing him from reaching the prisoner. I dashed at his head, lifting my leg. Unfortunately, he did block it, but it was because of my behaviour. He grinned a little, enjoyment on his face.
"Looks like we have a tuff cookie."
The air was deafeningly quiet. I was taken aback by the choice of words. Dazai appeared to have come to a halt in his attempts to get free, but instead burst out laughing.
"C-chuuya- you suck at n-nicknames pft-"
"S-shut up Dazai!"
When the man called Chuuya had calmed down, he reverted to his sneer, which I didn't enjoy.
"Let's dance."
I scoffed at his tone of voice, it irritated me.
"So be it, fight me. How long do you think your body will last against my blows?"
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𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐕:
Each strike from a ginger was deflected by a particular adeptus. Chuuya managed to slit Xiao's garments with each swipe of his knife. Xiao evidently let him have the upper hand on purpose, but he was constantly thinking two steps ahead of the Port Mafia member. With that, Xiao kicked the man in the face and front flipped. With all of the adeptus's moves and evading, how could the other man possibly notice? Completely incorrect. Chuuya grabbed his foot, and Xiao was hurled back into the icy brick walls. A dribble of blood trickled down his brow. Though it wasn't much, the motion elicited a little grin from the ginger.
