This is how i show my love

Alaki · 07-07-2012, 11:42 AM

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Word Count :: 733 Hover for Japanese translations. Alaki and the pack pNPC Akihiro sparring in the outdoor training grounds at the village; meaning they'd be clearly visible. Feel free to either observe or jump in, since i'm aiming for the swordsman co-rank on Alaki :3 Looking for 2-3 people to join in.

His back his the ground, pain shooting through his grey frame and momentarily shocking him, “Anata no imaimashī gādo o otoshita” the sharp, scolding voice of the Japanese warrior brought the samurai back into focus, “Meinu no watashi wa nakatta jigoku wa, furui fusei kōi no musuko” rolling to his side he shouted the words back, clambering back up to two paws, scanning the ground to see where his katana had fallen, all the while keeping the cream hybrid in his sights, lips pulling back into a cruel smile when the other shifted his weight into a more offensive stance. Aphrodite had proudly boasted of her mates combat skills to the point the stormy male had grown both interested and doubtful of the reputation his cousin was building up for her other half; sure, the guy was covered head to toe in scars, how they were received and the finer details behind them were unknown to him, there was no way in telling they were earned in skilful combat or something stupid like how he received most of his.

“Sonogo, anata wa sō kantan ni ki ga magirerubekide wa arimasen” mocking words fell from his opponents lips as he reached down to grab the black, worn handle of his katana that had fallen only two paces away. Grasping his blade he threw his left leg back to give himself better footing, positioning both hands along the blades handle he managed to get it up in time to easily catch the cream Marbas's strike, the blow knocking him back a step. “Sakebu kibarashi senjutsude wa arimasen' rukkusu o, arekusandā soko' wa, sore ga kakin no engekideari, anata wa sore o shitte iru....” a growl ripped it's way from his throat as he rushed forward, swinging the curved sword in a smooth arch and landing a hard blow upon the males steel. The pair had been sparring for awhile now, learning each others quirks and bad habits, while there had been the odd disarming and many a bruise, overall their injuries consisted nothing more of light cuts here and there, typically through their own fault and slip ups than either one out matching the other. “Senjutsu aite wa yōi ni anata ni taishite shiyō suru koto ga dekimasu” ivory teeth were flashed towards him as Akihiro pushed against them, both males simultaneously jumping back to create space between them both.

“Soshite, dono yō ni watashi no kono kakū no taisen aite wa watashi no chīmumeito ga dare jigoku shitte iru koto o imi shite imasu” a dry, humourless laugh broke free from his throat, mocking the others lack of logic, a provocation of sorts despite the Angelo knowing that Akihiro wouldn't fall for such a low level ploy. “SJōhō shūshū wa kihondesu” a shrug of his shoulders and the cream male altered the angle of his blade, in response to the small action the Angelo hunkered down, standing so that his good eye pinned the other down. “Pakku no uchi ippō dake ga sore o anata no hōhō o tameshite miru to, wāmu wa arimasen, shitte irudarou” stepping to the side he began to circle around the cream warrior, breath coming out in low pants as exhaustion began to take it's toll upon the samurai's body. “Watashi wa anata ga anata ga suberi o gādo sa se shitatameru baai ni wa, monogoto no watashi no hōhō o" wāmu wa" yamete okou okumenmonaku sonotoki, watashi wa anata ga sabite kita to iudarou nin'i no yoriyoi shiranakattanara” grey ears flicked out and he snorted, eyes narrowing as his temper began to childishly rise; the main reason he had gotten disarmed earlier in the first place.

“Watashi wa furui watashi no baai sore wa, anata wa nani o tsukuru n...” only a second behind the cream Marbas, he leapt forward, the clang of metal connecting with metal rung deeply within his ears alongside harsh growling from both combatants. “ Watashi wa motto keiken o tsunda ni nari, sore wa arimasen. Anata wa, sore dake de tabun awarena, anata wa yukkuri to yowara sete” the Marbas pulled his blade back, faking to a higher strike he altered his target and swung at the Angelos hip, metal sinking briefly into flesh before pulling free, the damage not bad but the sting of cut added to his irritation. “Anata wa tadashī, ri ni kanatte mo nai koto o shitte iru?”

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