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"EYES UP! YOUR FIGHT'S..." kanji's voice ripped through the air, steady and tumultuous. "WITH US!" the back of his foot colliding into the unsuspecting gravel member, his members following behind to clear down the path.
their expressions on their faces were all the same: determination.
"you've got that monster strength, like always." tsubaki grins, complimenting his strength.
kanji scoffs playfully, his own smirk appearing on his lips. "but still not as strong as you." he rebukes quickly, launching another knock out to an gravel member.
"all right. we're only a few steps away from their boss..." seiryu trailed off, his eyes finding where suzuri stood, finding the traces of dust lingering in the air. uryu was quick to notice at his quick disappearance.
below.
using their fragile blind spots, he ducked below. his fist aimed upwards, directing a blow to tsubaki's face—to be blocked with the palm of his hand. everyone stilled for a moment, watching as time seemed to slow.
debris flew upwards, following in the breeze upon the impact.
"aw, finally! i'm excited." as the dust cleared, suzuri's eyes widened a fraction. his fist was caught, firmly grasped in tsubaki's hold, again. "you finally want to play, hm?" tsubaki's face unharmed as his tone was triumphant. "so, let's do it then... time to dance." his grip tightened, locking his fist firmly in place.
suzuri's nose scrunches up in annoyance, barely noticeable.
"you'll be leading, right?"
at the second, suzuri threw his fist while tsubaki raised his knee—simultaneously blocking each other's blows. the raven hair was quick to retreat his left fist, swinging another punch with his right fist.
their fight wasn't going to end any time soon, not when they were on par with each other.
uryu sent a knowing glance towards his older brother, who nodded. "yeah, that guy... he can keep up with tsubaki." he was reluctant to admit his capabilities were more than they had anticipated.
"..."
the raven-haired dug his nails deeper into his skin in irritation. "who would've thought... the fight would be this tough even with our numbers..." he muttered lowly under his breath, the crack of his fingers beginning to bleed. a faint metallic scent filled the air, enough for the light hashira to notice the lingering scent. blood. it dripped onto the ground, landing as little crimson splatters.
[name] remained high alert. she almost wanted to step forward, but nirei's hand clung tight onto her sleeve without realizing, intensely watching.
"—probably because you people live better, eat better..." he inhaled briefly. "fine." he decided, his stoic expression unwavering despite the spiraling fury inside. "i'll play with you." tsubaki's expression remained neutral and calm, the faint breeze flowing through the red strands of his hair. "but..."
