[Round 3 - C] Retane & Victor vs Serraph and Sasuke

[Victor Wolfe]

The blinding red light distracted Victor from the whiny preteen in front of him. The flash forced him to turn his head as he saw the white-haired opponent unleash a beam of zig-zagging energy towards the namekian. The sound of sparks filled the arena for a brief moment before the beam collided with Retane's chest, knocking him backwards with a loud thud.


Victor held his index finger up at his opponents as he facepalmed, letting out a sigh at the incompetence of his partner. Victor slid across the sand-covered stone in order to lend a hand to his crouching partner, Serraph’s gaze burrowing into them from a distance. A look of disdain spread across his face as he examined the wounds on Retanes chest, large purple gashes that leaked his alien blood. Not wanting the filthy ichor to stain his flawless skin, Victor unsheathed one of his blades and traced the edges of the split skin. The namekian growled as the steel grazed his flesh, piercing eyes glared accusingly at the assassin, who replied with a crooked smile.


"You see, my mentally challenged friend,” Victor began, continuing his playful- yet psychotic- ordeal. “This is what happens when you imitate our King, whilst in a recreation of his city, and under the watch of our banner.”


The assassin then presented his dagger to the namekian, pointing the blade towards him. “Now, if not for my intense need to upstage that bastard child over there, I might even take their offer to gut you. Look at you, not even worthy of licking our boots clean! Perhaps all three of us would play a little game of how many organs can we remove before you die?" The barely hidden contempt for the pathetic oof began to surface as the assassin painted a violent picture, not even his partner was safe from the wrath he felt today. The namekian’s veins bulged with anger and pride, his fists clenched at the assassin’s words.


Victor’s languid motions then took a sharp turn as his eyes narrowed."Or who knows, maybe we just make a campfire, tell stories about the old days, and cook your flesh. I have always wanted to taste escargot and I don't think namekian would be viewed as cannibalism. Then again if I believe some people that really is the way to get your protein.”


Retane’s hand suddenly grabbed the assassin’s arm, squeezing hard with rage. Victor batted the namekian away and spit on the floor. ”Well, that is a question for another day my good man, because you are in luck!" Victor tittered madly as he grabbed the slug, yanking him to his feet before once again pointing the dagger at his chest.


"Now listen here, I am a generous man, but fail me one more time…” Victor allowed his words to trail off as he gave another wicked cackle. A quick shove sent Retane back into the battle, Victor shouting behind him. “Off you go, my precious~!”


With a mischievous chuckle, the assassin skipped off back to the stairs, back to face his fellow lord. A soft sigh escaped from his lungs at the sight of his former comrade. How fitting it was that they stood at the steps of the glorious palace.


"Don’t mistake this dissatisfaction for hate, Uchiha. You are one of the few I would feel safe having my back in a fight.” The assassin drew his other dagger, flipping it in the air and catching it. He gave it a quick look over, glancing Sasuke’s way. “What I do despise is that no matter what I do, how much effort I put forth, “ Victor cocked his head and gave a dark scowl. “Your damn legacy overshadows all.”


The only response the Uchiha had was silence.


Victor took a step forward, clenching his daggers.


“I signed a historic deal allying us with The Town With No Name.”


Another step.


“I crushed a shadow oligarchy that had a stranglehold on the Nippurian economy.”


“But all that sounds in the streets is the sightings and wandering battles of the Bastard of Nippur!”



The distant sounds of their fighting partners fell upon deaf ears as Victor stood over the Uchiha.


“And here we are again. Dante’s Abyss. Another shot at glory for you while I fight for our King.”


Silence still.


“Yet here you sit, refusing to fend for yourself like some childish tantrum, believing that I don’t deserve a proper duel with one of our own.”


Victor couldn’t help but laugh- a deep, psychotic laugh that continued as one of his blades dropped from his grip, instead pulling at his own hair.


“ABSOLUTELY PATHETIC.”


He reached out and snatched the dark hair of the Uchiha boy. With little resistance the assassin lifted the boy from the stairs, suspending his limp and defeated frame in the air.


“Once again you seem to forget, boy, I serve our King, not a petulant child!”


The assassin’s lunatic smile seared into the ninja’s memory as the dagger thrust towards him.

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Vic used Sass, it was super effective!!