lol violence

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Characters: Saul Samaren (favorthebold), Kamui (umbrellapirate)
When: Feb. 25th.
Where: Near Unohana's clinic
Rating: Up to R for boys being evil boys.
Summary: There will be blood.

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[umbrellapirate]

"So punctual," came the answering call as Kamui hopped lightly down from a nearby roof, his ever-present umbrella held delicately in his right hand. Whether he realized Saul had control over the fog or not, he didn't seem to mind it, regarding it as just another aspect of the setting. He would never complain about something that helped to block out the sun.

He hadn't given this encounter a great deal of thought despite the amount of time he'd had to anticipate it. It was something to look forward to, but there would be no point in trying to plan for it. That would negate the very reason he was looking forward to it. He'd been rather pleased with the amount of people here who seemed so eager to fight; and even excited about the small number of them who were truly worth fighting.

He could feel a form of strength radiating from Saul Samaren since their first conversation, but it wasn't the brute strength of the Yato or even the immortality of the man Alucard. And Kamui was eager to test that brand of strength. Though from his appearance, one would have never guessed the amount of adrenaline already coursing through him.

"Are you going to hide in there forever?"

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Saul gave a faint smile at the sight of Kamui's umbrella. Well, that was also a weapon of choice - a hidden blade, perhaps, or a rifle or some sort? He felt the other's form in the fog, but it told him nothing more. He knew nothing of Kamui's power. And that was also thrilling, in a sense. The city had a fantastic variety of oddities and opportunities.

Kamui's comment about hiding didn't phase him. He considered, raising his hook to lazily whirl it about his head. "What are you?" he asked, though he knew the answer wouldn't mean much. Idle curiosity. A god, a demon...

He acted almost as he spoke, moving quickly and decisively. He didn't dissipate the fog, but leaped out of it, casting out his hook for Kamui's face and neck. It wasn't a killing move, but a probing one, almost half-hearted - a normal human could dodge it if they were good enough. Just warming up, now.

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"Me?" A sly twist to his tone, as if he was starting to enjoy the fact that here people didn't automatically know from his appearance. "I'm Yato."

With that oh-so-helpful clarification, he watched Saul leap into view, eyes open in anticipation. The hook missed it's mark. Instead of dodging, however, Kamui caught it with his umbrella and yanked back, intending to pull Saul toward him for a short range melee.

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Yato. The term didn't ring a bell, Saul didn't really expect it to, expect that it was not human, and the distinction mattered. There was no telling what he could expect of this man, and that was good.

He knew that the hook won't find its target,and even half suspected that it would be caught. The pull on it, thought, made his eyes widen. Strong! Instincts alone kept him from trying to resist the pull and getting his arm torn from its socket, and he let go at the last instant, knowing full well that up close he'd have no hope. He had only the one weapon - he hadn't found a replacement for the dagger yet - and with such raw strength, Kamui could crack his skull with one good blow...

He dropped to a ready crouch, looking after the hook and wire with mild dismay. "You know, I don't normally like to resort to this so early." The ground iced over inch by inch as the temperature around them dropped. If Kamui wanted close quarters, he'd have to make it over.

Sooooorryyy. D;

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He watched as the hook was released and didn't bother keeping his hold on it, letting it drop to the ground a long way behind him. What was much more interesting than his opponent's weapon was his opponent's admission. Blue eyes widened as Kamui felt the temperature drop around him, and he knew this had to be Saul's doing. It wasn't a coincidence. The fog probably wasn't either. He eyed the ice warily for a moment as it crawled across the battlefield and then stomped down hard to test its strength.

No sweat! <3

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Saul's eyes were set on his hook, measuring his distance from it and just how quickly he could cross it. He knew his own speed, knew that Kamui was probably faster, but the weapon was precious. To use his great power so early in the battle truly was a concession after all. He hoped Kamui appreciated that.

It looked like it - the ice cracked under the Yato's foot, a thin layer going easily to splinters, though it crept up again with unnatural speed. That was Saul's moment. As the shower of ice shards went up, he called a hard wind to join it, slamming into Kamui's face. And he ran, halfway sliding on the ice. If he just made it past the other, his weapon was as good as at had again.