[this is my revenge for now because come oct i will be a dumbass sword and i hate that]
We'll see, won't we?
[Hisoka motions toward the arena set up in the center of the castle once they reach it. A lot of wide, open space just for them to get their fight on.]
Very slowly, the sound of splitting plant heralds the vines that weave out of the skin of his back. It's pretty gross, but thankfully all Tsuru can see for now is the handful of what curls up over his shoulders and snakes down by his waist. A quarter of the way up the ends, the vine flesh bulges--thorns curve out an inch or so.]
I'm ready.
[He doesn't move. Two vines whip out around him, lightening fast, and dive straight for Tsuru.]
at least, after the vines appeared, he more or less expected something like this. they're faster than he thought they would be though, so instead of opting to leap completely out of the way he aims to cut them instead, moving only to support his own balance. ]
[This is fine. The vines are fast and sharp, but not invincible. It's easy to split them away, and when the tendrils fall to the ground, the rest shrivel and detach from his back.
But no more lift beside him.
Instead, he takes off, making a run straight for Tsuru. Time to give the other swordsman a close quarters hand-to-hand battle.]
[ well, he's more than okay with this. tsuru grins, before rushing forward as well to meet him. once he's within range, he aims his sword downward, attempting to swipe at hisoka's legs. ]
[When the sword swings down, he bends at the knees and leaps. But it's a high leap, a head down and legs up. His hands come down on Tsuru's shoulders and vines burst out of the skin of his wrists to loop around the shoulders.
He remains handstanding, their heads barely touching.] Would you like to see one? [He drops the weight of his legs toward the ground behind Tsuru's back, using the momentum and strength of the vines to try to give him a good toss across the arena.]
[ well, that takes him by surprise, so i guess it's a good thing he likes them. but tsurumaru is yeeted, and it would probably be a rough landing except he summons a gust of wind that helps soften it. ]
I'd like for you to surprise me again! It's been a long time.
[His eyes glitter with interest. When he straightens, he reclines back into a lift; the vine ends curve on the ground, keeping him up.]
No hands. ♦
[The vines on one wrist retreat back into his skin. The other pours over his hand, braiding together through the palm to hold and dangling at the ends like a nine-tailed whip. One of the thorny tips lift to beckon Tsuru like a finger.]
[ he claps, and then readjusts his hold on the sword before running forward again. this time he's making sure to keep a close watch on the vines.
he's fast, and this time he's aiming for one of the wrists. more specifically, the vines growing out of them, but honestly he won't complain if he actually cuts hisoka. ]
[Tsuru takes off, and the vines drop Hisoka to his feet. He really likes the whip, so he brings the vines around from his back to try to swat at Tsuru as a distraction.]
You're pretty good. I'm starting to get excited. It reminds me of my fight with your friend. It's so disappointing getting worked up and not being able to finish.
Mm. Yes, I think I'm going to finish with you for sure. You might be screaming by the end.
[The vines don't try to dodge away from the sword; they're severed pretty easily. But he throws back his arm and cracks the split whip of vines at Tsuru's dominant arm, seeing if he can ensnare it.]
but before he can offer a verbal response, the whip moves. tsuru tries to dodge it, although he can't really move fast enough and it manages to get his wrist.
he scowls, before tossing his sword to his other hand so he can try to cut at the vines anyway. ]
Tsuru really messed up. Hisoka's eyes go a little glassy, and the lids fall halfway over his eyes.] That's the look I've been waiting for. You're really going to turn me on. [His pull is rough when he yanks the whip, trying to get Tsuru off balance before the cut and
tsurumaru's confusion is obvious, and he tips forward as he cuts the vine off of his wrist. he really doesn't think too much about getting yanked forward, instead switching the hands his sword is in so he can properly try to swipe at him.
it's not as graceful as he'd like, since his footing isn't steady or anything, but he's mostly just aiming to try to get hisoka to move back instead of actually hitting him. ]
[Fortunately, even the whip is easy to cut away. Unfortunately, Hisoka doesn't move back with the swipe. He takes it, unbothered.
But the sword finds a solid hit rather than soft flesh. From the point of contact outward, his skin begins to harden all over. He curls a hand over the blade, not to break it to bend it back, but to keep Tsuru in place.]
Oh no... Now I'm hard. We'll really have to finish.
[And then he tries to sock Tsuru in the stomach with the other hand.]
[ this would be less of a problem if tsurumaru was the type to just abandon his sword
unfortunately, he's not. he just grimaces as he tries to get it out of hisoka's grip, although he tries to move out of the way of hisoka's punch. it... doesn't quite work, considering he doesn't want to lose the sword which means he can't just retreat, so he's still getting hit in the stomach. ]
Ah... nice trick...
[ he somehow sounds both entertained and annoyed at the same time. ]
[He arm he used to punch slides around Tsuru's shoulder from the front, and he lets the sword go. He doesn't seem to be any heavier, but his flesh has become pretty hard, rocky without being too extraordinarily jagged.]
I'm still a little angry at being killed. [This is said right by Tsuru's ear.] I had a good way to prevent it from most of the others. There was a lot I had to do, but I guess they don't mind playing with gambits.
One person who could have helped them down, one to go. ♠
[ it's a reflex, really, that makes him try to stab hisoka in the leg despite the ability. he doesn't even realize that he attempted it until his swords hit the rock and his frown deepens. ]
He glances down slowly between them to the sword which sort of just... kind of clanks off his leg.] Ah. [Tsuru is so rude. Hisoka isn't even feeling anything up.
This time when he punches Tsuru, he does so with enough force and swing of the hips to send Tsuru at least skidding back. He straightens and cocks his head swiftly to each side to crack his neck.]
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We'll see, won't we?
[Hisoka motions toward the arena set up in the center of the castle once they reach it. A lot of wide, open space just for them to get their fight on.]
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[ he would prefer with but he is aware that hisoka does not have a pointy stick, so ]
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[Like Bungee Gum. :pensive:]
With.
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[ he'll unsheathe it then, looking at the blade for a second before his gaze shifts towards hisoka. ]
Ready whenever you are.
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Very slowly, the sound of splitting plant heralds the vines that weave out of the skin of his back. It's pretty gross, but thankfully all Tsuru can see for now is the handful of what curls up over his shoulders and snakes down by his waist. A quarter of the way up the ends, the vine flesh bulges--thorns curve out an inch or so.]
I'm ready.
[He doesn't move. Two vines whip out around him, lightening fast, and dive straight for Tsuru.]
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at least, after the vines appeared, he more or less expected something like this. they're faster than he thought they would be though, so instead of opting to leap completely out of the way he aims to cut them instead, moving only to support his own balance. ]
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But no more lift beside him.
Instead, he takes off, making a run straight for Tsuru. Time to give the other swordsman a close quarters hand-to-hand battle.]
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Are you going to show me another magic trick?
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He remains handstanding, their heads barely touching.] Would you like to see one? [He drops the weight of his legs toward the ground behind Tsuru's back, using the momentum and strength of the vines to try to give him a good toss across the arena.]
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I'd like for you to surprise me again! It's been a long time.
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[His eyes glitter with interest. When he straightens, he reclines back into a lift; the vine ends curve on the ground, keeping him up.]
No hands. ♦
[The vines on one wrist retreat back into his skin. The other pours over his hand, braiding together through the palm to hold and dangling at the ends like a nine-tailed whip. One of the thorny tips lift to beckon Tsuru like a finger.]
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he's fast, and this time he's aiming for one of the wrists. more specifically, the vines growing out of them, but honestly he won't complain if he actually cuts hisoka. ]
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You're pretty good. I'm starting to get excited. It reminds me of my fight with your friend. It's so disappointing getting worked up and not being able to finish.
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but the distraction works, at least, because tsuru immediately goes to cut the vines that are going for him. ]
Ha? You're going to finish with me, right? It'll be a waste if you run away.
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[The vines don't try to dodge away from the sword; they're severed pretty easily. But he throws back his arm and cracks the split whip of vines at Tsuru's dominant arm, seeing if he can ensnare it.]
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but before he can offer a verbal response, the whip moves. tsuru tries to dodge it, although he can't really move fast enough and it manages to get his wrist.
he scowls, before tossing his sword to his other hand so he can try to cut at the vines anyway. ]
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[Oh no, bad.
Tsuru really messed up. Hisoka's eyes go a little glassy, and the lids fall halfway over his eyes.] That's the look I've been waiting for. You're really going to turn me on. [His pull is rough when he yanks the whip, trying to get Tsuru off balance before the cut and
maybe
pull the man closer to himself.]
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[ stop
tsurumaru's confusion is obvious, and he tips forward as he cuts the vine off of his wrist. he really doesn't think too much about getting yanked forward, instead switching the hands his sword is in so he can properly try to swipe at him.
it's not as graceful as he'd like, since his footing isn't steady or anything, but he's mostly just aiming to try to get hisoka to move back instead of actually hitting him. ]
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But the sword finds a solid hit rather than soft flesh. From the point of contact outward, his skin begins to harden all over. He curls a hand over the blade, not to break it to bend it back, but to keep Tsuru in place.]
Oh no... Now I'm hard. We'll really have to finish.
[And then he tries to sock Tsuru in the stomach with the other hand.]
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unfortunately, he's not. he just grimaces as he tries to get it out of hisoka's grip, although he tries to move out of the way of hisoka's punch. it... doesn't quite work, considering he doesn't want to lose the sword which means he can't just retreat, so he's still getting hit in the stomach. ]
Ah... nice trick...
[ he somehow sounds both entertained and annoyed at the same time. ]
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[He arm he used to punch slides around Tsuru's shoulder from the front, and he lets the sword go. He doesn't seem to be any heavier, but his flesh has become pretty hard, rocky without being too extraordinarily jagged.]
I'm still a little angry at being killed. [This is said right by Tsuru's ear.] I had a good way to prevent it from most of the others. There was a lot I had to do, but I guess they don't mind playing with gambits.
One person who could have helped them down, one to go. ♠
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You're a little too close.
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He glances down slowly between them to the sword which sort of just... kind of clanks off his leg.] Ah. [Tsuru is so rude. Hisoka isn't even feeling anything up.
This time when he punches Tsuru, he does so with enough force and swing of the hips to send Tsuru at least skidding back. He straightens and cocks his head swiftly to each side to crack his neck.]
I thought you missed me.
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that hurt.
it takes him a moment to straight up again and he shrugs, although he's? wincing? he's used to getting stabbed, not punched. ]
I'm shy.
[ no he's not. ]
Did I hurt your feelings? My bad.
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We hadn't seen each other in so long. I thought you'd want me closer.
[He holds his palm out, and vines again begin to pool over his hand. Instead of a whip, they stiffen together to form a
sword.]
I'm ready for you.
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can't wait to unlock this
nO
im back
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