06-08-2017, 12:00 AM
His lips curled at the feel of something trying to push him. He saw in the mirror this... thing. He was not amused in the slightest. It took all of his will not to slash at... whatever this thing was. Releasing the handle with one hand, he turns just enough to place a sweaty palm firmly on the creature's face and give it a mighty shove.
Not expecting the violent retaliation, Abyss is forced backwards onto the floor. The strength of the man's arm states he was not at all weak, though had she known he would react so violently, she believed she could easily dodge his attacks. As Takezo turns to face her, the front of his attire is revealed in full. His black, loose fit coat hid the stains upon it well, but the white collar and the line across his jaw were obviously blood stains. And they were fresh.
Abyss' death glare was returned with the eyes of a demon. He may be a human in the flesh, but his eyes told a different story. She might question what such a wild man was even doing in a place like this, until she realized what one of the win conditions for Dante's Abyss was. Killing.
Suddenly, the man chuckles. The smirk that followed was not good natured at all. "Fighting Calamari..." He shakes his head, turning back to the mirror. "What next, a Kung Fu Onigiri?" He chuckled again. Clearly he seemed to disregard Abyss, as he returns to his methodical cutting of the air.
Now that she was close, she would hear the whistle of his blade. She could almost feel the force behind each practiced strike by looking at the way his body moves into each blow. He was not practicing strength. He had that in spades. Takezo was merely working on technique.
Not expecting the violent retaliation, Abyss is forced backwards onto the floor. The strength of the man's arm states he was not at all weak, though had she known he would react so violently, she believed she could easily dodge his attacks. As Takezo turns to face her, the front of his attire is revealed in full. His black, loose fit coat hid the stains upon it well, but the white collar and the line across his jaw were obviously blood stains. And they were fresh.
Abyss' death glare was returned with the eyes of a demon. He may be a human in the flesh, but his eyes told a different story. She might question what such a wild man was even doing in a place like this, until she realized what one of the win conditions for Dante's Abyss was. Killing.
Suddenly, the man chuckles. The smirk that followed was not good natured at all. "Fighting Calamari..." He shakes his head, turning back to the mirror. "What next, a Kung Fu Onigiri?" He chuckled again. Clearly he seemed to disregard Abyss, as he returns to his methodical cutting of the air.
Now that she was close, she would hear the whistle of his blade. She could almost feel the force behind each practiced strike by looking at the way his body moves into each blow. He was not practicing strength. He had that in spades. Takezo was merely working on technique.