[Even with darkness, few stars and a half moon's light obscured by the long, black shadows of trees, Takasugi can see Cain's seething. He turns away from it, as dismissive of his anger as he'd been the dead men at his feet.
In the heavy silence, he begins prying the first crate open. Nail after nail wrenched from it's hold. One at a time.
Closed distance doesn't stop him, and neither does how sure Cain's wind up is. Takasugi knows the hit is coming, and he lets it. He'll pry this one apart one piece at a time, as well.
The lid of the crate cracks louder than his jaw, knife scraping through splinters and swinging outward in recoil. His swipe reaches within an inch of Cain's face.
Not by coincidence at all.
Takasugi's foothold doesn't slip in the bloody muck beneath, but he does feel the cooling warmth spill over his sandal to lap at his heel.
With the knife angled, poised to lunge forward, Takasugi lets his jaw slack. If the fight dwindles here, it's for the better. But if Cain continues, he wouldn't mind making the puddles of blood at their feet just a little deeper.]
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In the heavy silence, he begins prying the first crate open. Nail after nail wrenched from it's hold. One at a time.
Closed distance doesn't stop him, and neither does how sure Cain's wind up is. Takasugi knows the hit is coming, and he lets it. He'll pry this one apart one piece at a time, as well.
The lid of the crate cracks louder than his jaw, knife scraping through splinters and swinging outward in recoil. His swipe reaches within an inch of Cain's face.
Not by coincidence at all.
Takasugi's foothold doesn't slip in the bloody muck beneath, but he does feel the cooling warmth spill over his sandal to lap at his heel.
With the knife angled, poised to lunge forward, Takasugi lets his jaw slack. If the fight dwindles here, it's for the better. But if Cain continues, he wouldn't mind making the puddles of blood at their feet just a little deeper.]