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[tightbod_bigrod]

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[tightbod_bigrod]

Why not? I want to see what comes from other worlds, don't you?

[After nudging the door closed behind them, he reached back into his pocket and pulled out a tube of lubricant between two fingers.]

Even brought the prize for the winner.

[Which he tossed over onto a coffee table in front of a couch. He didn't need it to explode in his pocket while they got rough. And he pointed at Sesshomaru with his rod, though his posture stayed relaxed.]

S'not like I'm going to kill you or something. It's just playtime.

[prince_of_the_moon]

And words are too complicated?

{He looks over the tube, expressionless; he might even approve, but it's difficult to tell. The impact of the tube against the table makes his ears twitch.}

It won't last long.

{Sesshomaru loosens his armor, removing it, takes off his fur and sets his sword, Bakusaiga, aside, leaving himself in his kimono. He faces Reno armed with only his talons, pure demonic strength and fangs.}

Show me what you can do.

[tightbod_bigrod]

Ever hear that a picture is worth a thousand words? You can't get the full impact of how strong someone is from blabbing! You have to feel it!

[He was a gentleman, leaning back on a leg and lazily tapping his baton on his shoulder while Sesshomaru got ready. He was even kind enough to hold back on a 'stripping for him' joke.]

Alright then.

[That was the almost tired sounding response, but the action that followed was anything but. Reno was a top notch Turk, one of the best, and his strength was in his speed and agility more than anything.

One second he was tapping the rod and waiting. The next second he flashed forward like a bolt of lightning - not immediately striking Sesshomaru, but instead going back to back. Big smirk on his face. He loved a good fight.

It was from that position he spun around to take a swing at him, baton sparking and leaving an electric trail though he wasn't trying to shock him yet.]

[prince_of_the_moon]

{So Reno is a man of action. That suits Sesshomaru. After stripping himself of his defenses, he faces his opponent.}

I do not wish for your death. {What does that mean, exactly? He won't use his talons to poison Reno. As a pure demon - the eldest son of the Great Dog General - he can control his body as superbly as he controls his weapons.

The man's speed is impressive - for a human. Sesshomaru is a blur, dodging until he chooses to press back. The smirk he is given amuses him. He ducks under the baton and then straightens, nipping at the man's lips and jawline, speaking lowly:}

I like your fire, Reno.

[tightbod_bigrod]

Good to know.

[It was easy to see why Reno came to this expecting to win. Between rounds sweeping in for a slew of attacks he would swoosh back to the other side of the room with a practiced, dallying-looking swagger.

One could easily picture him fighting with one hand in his pocket. He gave the aura of being apathetic, but his actual movements while fighting were anything but. No normal human would have stood a chance, nor would the vast majority of fighters.

But he was a human. He didn't have natural magic. He wasn't infused with mako. No supernatural abilities. He was just a really damn good human fighter with a limit to how much he could do and a thirst for overpowering someone that might've meant he had a slight sadistic streak.]

Promise I'll treat you good~.

[He spoke, and acted, in exactly the thuggish way that would make anyone doubt the safety of any models with him. One could hear the tilde in his tone.

He stumbled when Sesshomaru came in close. Too close for a regular fight. One quick step back to steady himself. The briefest glimmer of frustration that Sesshomaru had outpaced him. And then one of his flash retreats; not because he was playing this time, but to give himself space to gather himself. To check his position, his opponent's position, and get back in the game.

Sesshomaru was good. That was clear as fuck. So, maybe it was time to take out the big guns.

Nothing was sacred as, instead of going around the furniture to charge at his opponent, he ran right over the couch, knocking over the three-seater in the process. He pressed the button on his baton and swung, leaving a streak of lightning in its wake. If being outdone once was making him consider defeat it sure as hell wasn't showing as he snarked right back.]

Some might say I've got a spark to me.

[prince_of_the_moon]

{This isn't the first time Sesshomaru has encountered a headstrong man. Reno has reason to be proud of his abilities and since he has no desire to kill the man, he decides to have fun with him instead. What's wrong with toying with a potential mate? Or a thug for that matter.

An arrogant smirk follows Reno's frustration. Be careful with those emotions - they broadcast moves to any opponent that is paying attention. And Sesshomaru is paying attention. In fact, he isn't even using half of his strength on the man. Humans are so...fragile.

He tenses when the sofa is knocked forward and he can practically taste the electricity in the air. Should he give Reno a hit? He almost does, but in the last second, he is merely a blur of motion, retreating far enough back to be safe from that one swing.}

Some might say you desire to lay with a corpse.

{Is that baton deadly to a human? Electricity has a bad effect on them. Lightning strikes prove that.}

Why are you so angry? Do you seek the path of the conqueror?

{That last question is dangerous and Sesshomaru's eyes seem to be turning red, his pupils suddenly a vivid blue.}

Here I thought this was a playful spar.

[tightbod_bigrod]

It is. I'm not about to kill you.

[Which was true enough itself but he didn't hold back swing after swing, waiting for something to land. He was determined, not about to let anyone else best him. Maybe for a normal human it would be deadly, but he was used to fighting against souped up SOLDIERS or remnants of Jenova and he expected anyone he fought to give as good of a fight.
If only he had some other materia with him. A good Slow or Stop spell would be nice right about now.]

You going to take a shot or just run away?

[Impatience tinged his voice as he failed to land a proper blow. The only time he usually had trouble with anything like that was when he was dealing with something alien.

But, in a way, he was dealing with something alien right now. He didn't give up then and he wasn't about to now!]

[prince_of_the_moon]

{He allows a blow to land, the electricity sizzling across his arm. But he uses the contact to grab hold of Reno's throat. Even like this, he is cautious with his talons, letting them only graze the man's skin.}

If I take a shot, as you say, you will die.

{And since he doesn't wish to lay with a corpse, he propels them towards the couch, intent on pinning Reno against the cushions.}

[tightbod_bigrod]

[Being a baton-user, he was used to getting up close and personal, but usually people tried to get away. They certainly weren't strong enough to do what Sesshomaru just did. His free hand instantly grabbed Sesshomaru's wrist.

He recognized strength immediately. He was cocky, but not stupid, and he was aware that he wasn't the strongest in the universe. There were those he couldn't hope to defeat on normal terms. Despite this being a fight for fun, it put him on edge; he was too used to fights potentially meaning death.

The next instant they were on the tipped couch. One leg sprawled over the top of it, hand still on Sesshomaru's wrist in a futile attempt to pry his hand off his neck.

And for that bit he was silent. Too intent on struggling in what he knew was a much more lopsided fight than he realized. In one last effort he moved to shock Sesshomaru again to get him off.]