I'm the trouble starter, fuckin' instigator.

[chain_drive]

WHO: K' Vs. Bardo
WHAT: Bardo and K' duke it out, to the victor goes the spoils?
WHERE: At the edge of the Jungle.
WHEN: An hour after Bardo's challenge.

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[eroneko]

Bardo was ready.

He left Guy's place decked out in actual clothes. The usual, nothing special, nothing more. He didn't need fucking leather or armor or ay of that fancy shit he saw people throwing on. Hell, he'd go naked if he could.

As for weapons? Nah. That'd be cheating. Besides, he's got claws.

A walk to the familiar jungle was a piece of cake for Bardo. He felt guilty for leaving Firi alone, but the jungle didn't have beer or cute guys or the cute Guy.

Took only a few minutes for his quick feet to get him to the place.

"There you are," Bardo purred, eyes piercing through the night, spotting the boy from the journal.

[chain_drive]

K' wore leather for a simple reason. It was fire resistant. If he didn't have to worry about catching himself on fire, he probably would of worn something a bit cooler considering the environment. He was mostly in control of the flames, due to the special glove he wore- but at times they could still go crazy.

"Here I am." His voice was rough and low, almost husky. K' stood with a hand perched on one leather clad hip, head canted to the side as he looked over his opponent. Bardo didn't look like anything special, but he knew better than to judge a fighter by their appearance.

"So you got something to show me." A smirk twisted full lips, gold eyes flashing beneath the red lenses he rarely removed. "I'm excited, I really am."

[eroneko]

This guy was making it too easy. Helped that he was cute too.

Bardo chuckled, low in his throat, head thrown back. He stopped, narrowing his eyes, grinning mischievously at his smart ass opponent.

"I can tell. No weapons. Want to start this thing?"

[chain_drive]

"I don't use weapons." K's fire was all his own, the glove he wore was more for the safety of others than himself. No matter the opponent, he would never remove it. He didn't want to kill anyone, at least not in such a horrible way.

For the most part he fought with a hard combination of elbows, fists and knees. The closest thing to his form was Muay Thai, hard hitting and relentless. K' had never officially been taught a singular style, he had been raised with one purpose only: Pure violence.
His strength didn't mean he was slow by any means, but he still had his weaknesses- even when created to beat the number one fighter in the world.

Lifting his fists, the smirk didn't leave his mouth.
"Bring it on. Just me alone, is more than enough."