jikan_network | {Voice; UN: bakusaiga}

[He gives Sesshoumaru a bow, lifts his sword, and charges. He's human, but he's strong and unafraid as he takes the first swing. It's an upward swing, the sword nearly touching the ground as he throws his weight into the swing, almost like a baseball player.]

{He dodges the artful move, following the arc of Wufei's sword with his eyes. He purposefully knocks his talons against the blade, testing the strength of the metal.}

A fine weapon.

Edited 2022-06-27 04:52 (UTC)

[He's not surprised by Sesshoumaru's strength, nor the ease with which he dodges the attack. It's part of the reason he'd come in low -- to prevent himself from getting tossed aside when he comes in high. He's learned that lesson a few times.]

As are yours. [His sword is made of the steel common in the area, imbued with magic that gives off his emotion. The blue color has deepened to something closer to cobalt as he turns, flowing into his next movement, a kick aimed for the back of Sesshoumaru's head.]

{The color is interesting and he has questions...

For after the battle. The leg that attempts the kick is grabbed and Sesshomaru has to remind himself not to toss the man - and not to grip too hard. He aims his talons at Wufei's chest, ready to release his grip on the man's leg if/when Wufei retreats.}

Mine are fangs.

[He jerks away, into a backflip and lands light on his feet, blade raised defensively, in case Sesshoumaru pursues.] Fangs? I would've called them claws, or perhaps talons.

[He doesn't just wait, though. He charges again. This time with a more controlled move, now that he's starting to get a feel for how Sesshoumaru fights. He swings hard, tries to use it as a distraction as he sweeps a leg around, trying to get his opponent behind the knees.]

These? {He turns his hand and smirks.} No, this is my fang.

{Drawing Bakusaiga, he points the fang at Wufei. This time, the attack is met with a fellow blade, metal ringing against metal. The sweep knocks against his legs, but even his knees are strong. Still, the move is impressive and Sesshomaru pushes against Wufei's blade, driving space between them.}

A martial artist?

Edited 2022-06-27 05:26 (UTC)

[He nods to the question, even as he slides backwards, giving the ground willingly. This wasn't a fight to the death, there was no need for him to press more aggressively.] The best in my clan, yes. And you?

[He doesn't wait for the reply before he moves again, this time leaping into the air, swinging downward with all his weight. It's a move that's cost him fights before, but he's more interested in learning, developing his technique, than he is in winning.]

{He sheathes Bakusaiga again, quickly, and he meets Wufei head to head. The best, is he? The next blow falls on him with all of Wufei's weight behind it, surprising him slightly. So much so that he knocks the blade to the side with a punch before leaping up and slashing at Wufei's chest.}

No one can conquer me.

[When his blade is knocked aside, it leaves him wide open, and he lets out a hiss as the claws make contact. He's not exactly capable of dodging midair. In microgravity he would've been able to minimize the blow more, but in full gravity the technique -- lifting his legs and trying to kick off Sesshoumaru's chest -- is far less effective.

He lands on his feet, but he doesn't take a hand off his blade, his smiles gone and determination obvious.] No? That's the sort of arrogance that'll get you killed.

Yet here I stand. {Sesshomaru might be taunting Wufei, trying to make him lose his cool. Humans have a strange ability when they are fueled by their emotions. They almost seem twice as strong and he wonders if that is the case with Wufei too.}

This isn't even my true form.

Do I look so stupid to you? [He raises his blade again, smirking.] I know my own strength, especially without Nataku. I may be one of the strongest men in my world, but things are very different here.

[The comment about his true form has Wufei lifting a brow, but he doesn't hesitate. He's not dumb enough to miss the brag about increasing his power. His chest stings but he ignores it as he charges again. He swings as if to kill, more than confident in Sesshoumaru's ability to deflect. It's stronger than before, fueled by adrenaline, and he follows the attack with two more strikes, a knee towards his groin, then tries to slam the same heel towards the inside of Sesshoumaru's ankle.]

{A small smile follows that little speech. Wufei might survive for more than a day or two.}

Humans are reckless.

{That is just...a fact. He hasn't met one that is particularly patient. Then again, he does tend to inspire hotheadedness with his tactics.

The killing blow is met and mostly deflected. "Mostly" because when Sesshomaru moves to do the same to the two other strikes, he shifts and cuts his arm on the blade. Ah well.}

Do you wish for me to land on my back?

[He laughs when Sesshoumaru calls humans reckless, and his grin is almost feral when he manages to draw blood.] I only wish for a challenge. To feel the heat of battle in my veins.

[Still, he jumps back, anticipating retaliation and raising his sword to meet it.] They say justice is blind. Perhaps danger is what she is blind to.

Then you will die young. {Unfortunate, but probable given how humans seem to love skirmishes. Using Bakusaiga, his fang, he aims at a tree, demolishing it without touching it. Then he points the fang at Wufei.}

You are not blind. {He makes a soft amused sound. How ironic.} Who do you have to protect?

I hope so. [In the heat of battle he said more than he meant to, but he wasn't going to take it back now. When he sees Bakusaiga demolish the tree, his sword flickers, going from cobalt to green before settling on a pale gray color.]

Nothing. Everything worthy of protection, everything needing it, is either gone or secure now. [Having seen the power of the blade his opponent wields, he's not stupid enough to attack.]

Is life so difficult? {He catches the color change and narrows his eyes.} What do the colors mean?

{Sesshomaru snorts at the reasoning.}

Your world has come to an end? Life has meaning. You would throw it away without regret?

[He glances to his sword, shrugs his shoulders, and ignores that first question, instead answering the second.] It seems to change with my mood.

Worse; My world has achieved peace. As a warrior, I am obsolete. [The sword's gray color darkens.]

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