INCOMPLETE.
Who: Yamamoto Takeshi, Gamma.
What: LOL YAMAMOTO GETS PISSY WHEN YOU START THREATENING HIS BITCHES. :| *spams up the logs community*
Where: Somewhere.
When: Backlogged to before the third stage of the event, directly after this.
( So reckless, so thoughtless, so careless, and I could care less. )
What: LOL YAMAMOTO GETS PISSY WHEN YOU START THREATENING HIS BITCHES. :| *spams up the logs community*
Where: Somewhere.
When: Backlogged to before the third stage of the event, directly after this.
( So reckless, so thoughtless, so careless, and I could care less. )
And that was it.
Yamamoto moved forward within that next second, not pausing to blink or breathe or think or do anything except move, and maybe if Gamma had been paying a bit more attention, he'd have noticed that he hadn't brought his katana at all. His back was bare, save for the black jacket that covered it, and he was essentially weaponless and defenseless, but he didn't need a weapon to do what he wanted to do.
He was inches within the other, then, and his fingers moved to circle around his wrists as he pressed forward, knee sliding between his legs as he caught his ankle to yank his feet out from underneath him. It was all done in a few, swift seconds, because Yamamoto still didn't have time to waste, and then Gamma was on the ground, and he was hovering over him, fingers now fisted in the material of his jacket as he shoved him hard against the concrete.
His ring flickered again, but his smile stayed in place.
"There's really no maybe here," he said calmly, tone friendly enough, and he was kneeling on his arms now, pinning them down and keeping a close eye on his finger, on his hands. His own hands were free again, and Yamamoto moved them up to trail them lightly through blonde strands of hair, before his fingers were tightening in against his palm and he was lifting Gamma's head up toward his chest. "You need to learn some fucking manners, haha."
He was speaking almost against his cheek, close to his ear, and his thumbs pressed against the hard bone of the other's skull, pushing in toward his temples.
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Not expecting that. Not expecting hand to hand, that wasn't Yamamoto's specialty, and what kind of idiot charged in blindly without even activating his box weapon--
The successful kind, apparently, and Gamma had no one to blame but himself as the back of his head cracked against the ground, shattering concentration and dispersing the Lightning flame he'd ignited too late. He wasn't a close range fighter himself. Wasn't used to doing this down on the ground.
He glared up at the other Guardian, eyes narrowing at the grip on his hair. The smirk hadn't entirely left his lips but there was no amusement in it.
"You sound like you were hoping to teach me something."
Maybe about the element of surprise. And those noises on either side of Yamamoto were the low growls of the Nero Volpi, slinking into view from where they'd been hidden ten minutes prior to Yamamoto's arrival.
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