I do. [Comes the reply through gritted teeth. The blade in his hand sounds like a screeching the way a bokken doesn't, and the apparition shifts beneath it and Mamoru isn't sparring a mockery of the All-Time Champion in Japan but has the edge digging into the skull of a gangly mess of limbs, eyes bulged out like goggles.
I've beaten you before, he thinks, eyes wide, levelling his grip with both hands and doing a helmet-splitter with enough strength to break a spine.
He stays in position for a second, glancing over his shoulder just to make sure he can feel Rocket's presence behind him, but keeping his hearing and his eyes peeled for the time being.]
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I've beaten you before, he thinks, eyes wide, levelling his grip with both hands and doing a helmet-splitter with enough strength to break a spine.
He stays in position for a second, glancing over his shoulder just to make sure he can feel Rocket's presence behind him, but keeping his hearing and his eyes peeled for the time being.]
What happened to you, then?