[ It's starting to become a dance. Sidestep, shift, deflect, eat a haymaker (optional). Kaito has yet to throw anything out in retaliation, and they're practically at the mouth of the alleyway by the time his opponent finally snaps a complaint.
And that's good. Kaito can latch onto this and try to shift the momentum in his—
Fire burns in the back of his mind. Danger. And even though he has more than enough time to invoke his powers and get the hell out of the way, something in the blond's demand challenges him to be an absolute idiot and do things the hard way.
Once again, Kaito catches the kick—but this time, the raw power behind it lifts him off his feet and sends him flying into the wall. Bricks crack and dislodge from the impact, kicking up a small dust cloud.
When it clears, Kaito stands there, breathing heavily, leaning against the wall. There's blood pouring from a cut on the temple that ate it when he crashed into the wall. More of it is leaking from his upturned lips.
He's smiling?
Both of his hands are latched onto Mikey's leg, gripping like a vise. There's no sign of those silver sparks, no trace of his magic or constructs.
Just a dude who ate a tankbuster with minimal mitigation. Coughing out some blood, he finally responds. ]
You want fair? Sure, okay. Just for nostalgia, I'll even give you the spiel I used to give my old gang. Well, before we were friends.
[ Ignoring the burn in his chest (he's definitely done some damage to his ribs), Kaito releases one gloved hand and balls it into a fist. Cocks it back. Stares directly into his opponent's eyes. That smile of his has twisted into a focused scowl reminiscent of his delinquent years. ]
My full name's Nagano Kaito. Back in Shibuya, they called me Untouchable. And I am no longer asking you to calm your shit.
[ Like a lightning bolt, his arm extends, fist hurtling down directly at the other's nose. Kaito's never been the strongest in town, and to Mikey that punch may not even register as more than a plain ol' straight punch.
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And that's good. Kaito can latch onto this and try to shift the momentum in his—
Fire burns in the back of his mind. Danger. And even though he has more than enough time to invoke his powers and get the hell out of the way, something in the blond's demand challenges him to be an absolute idiot and do things the hard way.
Once again, Kaito catches the kick—but this time, the raw power behind it lifts him off his feet and sends him flying into the wall. Bricks crack and dislodge from the impact, kicking up a small dust cloud.
When it clears, Kaito stands there, breathing heavily, leaning against the wall. There's blood pouring from a cut on the temple that ate it when he crashed into the wall. More of it is leaking from his upturned lips.
He's smiling?
Both of his hands are latched onto Mikey's leg, gripping like a vise. There's no sign of those silver sparks, no trace of his magic or constructs.
Just a dude who ate a tankbuster with minimal mitigation. Coughing out some blood, he finally responds. ]
You want fair? Sure, okay. Just for nostalgia, I'll even give you the spiel I used to give my old gang. Well, before we were friends.
[ Ignoring the burn in his chest (he's definitely done some damage to his ribs), Kaito releases one gloved hand and balls it into a fist. Cocks it back. Stares directly into his opponent's eyes. That smile of his has twisted into a focused scowl reminiscent of his delinquent years. ]
My full name's Nagano Kaito. Back in Shibuya, they called me Untouchable. And I am no longer asking you to calm your shit.
[ Like a lightning bolt, his arm extends, fist hurtling down directly at the other's nose. Kaito's never been the strongest in town, and to Mikey that punch may not even register as more than a plain ol' straight punch.
But it's fast.
He's fast. ]