[THREAD; CLOSED]

[fearsmoe]

Who: Senji Kiyomasa [fearsmoe] and Belphegor [principe_cieco].
Where: The slaughterhouse.
When: After this thread.
Summary: Senji wants to fight the prince. ♥
Rating: R for violence, swearing.
Other: Shit yeah, final boss fight! CUE THEME MUSIC!

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[principe_cieco]

"Ushishi. Everyone."

Belphegor said with a shrug, rocking back and forth in his spot with his hands still deep into his pockets, grin lengthening like a Cheshire cat. this person didn't look so tough. An easy fight really, but he laughed, a thin 'ushishishi'. "We'll see."

Yes, they would see. The prince always won. He was the star, he was the world and everything revolved him. He would win or the other would die, and either way, he didn't mind those choices. However, a brow arched at the self-mutilation, the blood peeking his interest and his grin seemed to sharpen like a knife, watching as the blood became some sort of weapon. This was familiar. Reminded him of... Silly Minatsuki. She had magical blood too. Huh. Well, that was curious and sent shivers down his spine, hands emerging from his pockets. Knives seemed to hover around his fingers, exact copies of each other, incredibly sharp and oh-so accurate.

"Just some toys."

But his voice was laced with excitement and anticipation. He didn't want to get his blood running yet though -- wanted to be in the right state of mind just to see some more of this 'Crow Claw'. "C'mon, ladies first." And he crooked a finger at the other, insisting attack. Because the prince never struck first.

[fearsmoe]

"Heh." Not really a noise that agreed or disagreed but found the concept funny. Who thought that anyone down where they were actually had any sanity left? Well, that wasn't fair to him. He was quite sane. Or did an insane person say that to make themselves feel better? Oh, well. He didn't want to get into a debate about sanity. That wasn't really the point of a fight, now was it? The point was to find out who was stronger. And Senji really had no issue with beating up a kid if the kid actually had some good moves on 'em.

"Toys, huh?" Scratching his nose with his thumb, he thought about it for a bit. The second came and went before he decided that he would take the little princeling on his offer to strike first. 'Course, he had paled slightly at the mention of 'ladies' and would have said that they didn't have to bring them into their conversation. Well, so long as they all were like Larxene, that would be fine -- non-risque dressed girls.

Darting out towards the prince, he started first by striking out with his right arm -- slashing down in a diagonal fashion. The 'Crow Claw' that originally was clinging closely to his arm lashed outward, trying to cut flesh or clothes. It was his plan that a few seconds after the prince responded to the initial attack, he was going to swing his left arm up to try to cut him in any way -- or at the very least, defend against those knives that he was brandishing. Not that he minded getting cut; meant that he had more blood to work with, but too much blood lost from both wounds and his 'Crow Claws' and he'd be in some trouble.