soul_logs | [CLOSED] the time has come and so have I

Dante still had no idea how Date had managed to track him down and convince him to do this. Well, he knew he wanted to beat the punk up as well, but he was sure he had been doing a great job of avoiding the other man even if they still lived under the same roof.

He had just finished his shift two hours earlier and that mixed with his general mood lately meant that he was really not in the best of moods. He was tired, cranky and just generally upset with ~~Date~~ the world. This was not the best basis on which to be resonating.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and then said. "Come on, let's get this over and done with already." Before he promptly transformed, the claymore stuck in the ground.

To be quite honest, Black★Star with his lack of a sizeable attention span had begun to forget why it was he was even showing up to the training sessions in the morning. At least until he'd finally come face-to-face with ~~Helmet~~ Date Masamune. And his partner, I guess. He assumed that's who the white-haired dude was. If it weren't for the fact Tsubaki was so set on sparring with these guys he probably wouldn't overly care. They were only One Stars.

That being said, if they were going to be serious about this, then they were going to have to even the playing field a bit. Call him what you will, but Black★Star fights fair, and One Stars versus Two Stars is barely even a competition. Frankly Tsubaki could probably take this alone. Or him on his own. Pride is something he understands well, though, and he wouldn't let his partner down.

"Yeah," he said offhandedly. "You get two for free. One shot for each extra star." If he ran in and attacked first, it'd be over quickly. "You sure you wanna fight us seriously?" Even as he spoke he tilted his head faintly in Tsubaki's direction. He didn't even need to say it aloud. Ninja-to.

Edited 2011-02-25 06:32 (UTC)

Tsubaki was practically bouncing with excitement, even if it didn't show through her calm demeanor. With everything going on, she and Black★Star hadn't had much time to spar seriously with anyone or go on any missions, and even besides that, she'd been looking forward to this spar for awhile. She hoped that they would give them a good fight, even if she knew that she and her partner weren't exactly on the same level as them.

Black★Star would fight fair, though. He knew how important this was to her, even though she was pretty sure he was going to get carried away at some point.

Tsubaki turned her face slightly toward her partner, giving him a bright smile and a nod before she transformed without a word. A bright light enveloped her and shrunk rapidly into the spinning short blade, which fell directly into Black★Star's palm.

Two for free? Was this kid not taking him seriously at all? After all the insults that Mori had piled the other day, Date's patience was already wearing thin - this was proving to be a good chance for him to let out his frustrations, and that was what he was going to do. No better way to let out his anger than on something that could be probably be called productive in some sense.

"Of course I'm sure," Date returned with a frown, reaching out himself so that he could pick up Dante from the ground - only to promptly flinch when he felt a sudden surge of unbearable heat against his palm, hot enough that the samurai let go for a moment and turned to stare at the claymore. What the heck was that?

That was... strange. That had never happened before. Usually he felt a surge of energy and then they were off chopping up shit. But this time, everything felt wrong. As the Weapon he didn't feel the heat, but he definitely felt the effect of their disrupted resonance.

It couldn't have been for the lack of trying to work with the guy, Dante wanted to fight. So what was wrong? He couldn't fathom that their problems were affecting their ability to work with each other.

"What the fuck?"

Oh. Great. Looked like this fight was over before it even started. His face fell with a mixture of disappointment and disbelief. Yeah, he'd seen this before. Well. Experienced it. It was just like the time he and Soul tried to perform their ultimate attack: Friendship Combination. It had failed miserably. Because their soul wavelengths just weren't compatible.

"What, you guys can't even resonate?" he barked. "You've gotta be kidding me." He knew they were One-Stars, but he didn't realize they were that new. Had they even been on a mission before? Geez. He gave Tsubaki a puzzled look. These were the guys she wanted him to fight? This was a hopeless cause. If they couldn't match wavelengths, then this wasn't even technically a duel. Just an embarrassment.

I don't think that's it, Black★Star. Tsubaki's voice took on a sort of echoing quality as she spoke in her Weapon form. She was clearly confused, as she was sure that Date-dono would never have challenged anyone in such a state had he been aware of it. It doesn't seem like they understand what's going on. Something must have happened.

She spoke up then, so that the other pair could hear her. Your wavelengths are out of alignment, she said cautiously. The symptoms were unmistakable. You have to listen to and understand one another in order to resonate properly. Otherwise, it could cause both of them pain.

Out of alignment? Unable to resonate? What the hell? How could that happen? Up until now he had always been able to resonate with Dante well enough in all of their battles and fights, so why was something like this suddenly happening? It made no sense at all; it wasn't as if something happened that could cause this to happen--

--don't tell me--Date thought to himself, things slowly clicking now in his head as he clenched his jaw and scowled. Had recent events affected this resonance of theirs? Goddamnit, why was this happening? It wasn't as if he even did anything to deserve this - all of this was Dante's fault; here he was trying, and now instead he got all of this bullshit. This was just a pain in the ass.

"Work with me here, damnit," growled out the warlord as he attempted to grab the claymore again - he only managed to pull it out of the ground before the heat became too unbearable and Date was forced to use his other hand to hold the Weapon instead. At least he was ambidextrous, so that wasn't going to pose a problem. The heat was unbearable though, and Date couldn't even hold the blade for more than a half a minute before he had to shift hands.

What was this bullshit. It wasn't his fault that things weren't working out.

Dante was trying. He honestly was. Briefly their resonance improved just enough so that Date might have felt the stewing emotions that had become characteristic of his moods lately. The annoyance, frustration, along with the emotions that Dante was trying to pretend didn't exist. How upset he was by this whole thing, the hurt and the feeling of uselessness in knowing he couldn't even help those he ~~cared about~~ liked to some degree. That was until he picked up exactly who Date was blaming for this situation, that killed off any chance pretty quickly. Anger and rage overriding his thoughts, making it harder and harder to resonate.

"I'm fucking trying here." He snarled. What the hell was Date getting at putting the whole blame on him? It was so bad that he even had trouble maintaining his Weapon form.

"Err, okay," Black★Star muttered absent-mindedly. So this was more like what happened with Soul and Maka months ago? "Uh, guys..." he started, jutting his finger out as if to make a suggestion but quickly trailed off and abandoned the thought. Yeah, he could already tell how this was going to go down. Nothing he could say was probably going to actually help at all. He had no idea how the other two fixed it, and he'd never really had resonance problems with Tsubaki before. Probably no thanks to him, though.

So why help?

"Hmm... Is that a forfeit?" he asked nobody in particular, "Or are we trying this another time? I'm kinda busy, y'know." It was a hard life indeed, training to surpass God. Between the newcomers and this epic failure of a duel he was losing way too much time which could've been better spent doing something more productive, like starting construction on that monument to himself. There were now literally dozens of people running around Death City who didn't know of his majesty, and that needed to be remedied immediately.

Why help? Because they were all in this together. Dueling and sparring wasn't just about the fight, but to help each other grow. Tsubaki and Black★Star were the more experienced partners here, and so it was their duty to help.

Stop arguing and listen to each other, she said, in a slightly more demanding voice that usual. This isn't something you can force. Relax for a second, clear your minds, and try to sense each other. All that anger directed towards one another is only making it worse.

She couldn't see their alignment, but she could hear the way their soul's were rejecting each other. It was hard to listen to. This situation was just like when Maka and Soul had had resonance problems. Trying to force someone to see your point of view was useless; it was about accepting differences and moving past them together.

"You're not trying hard enough then," Date returned, now feeling a hell lot more irritable and not at all amused with this downward development. Seriously, he didn't even do anything to deserve all of this so why was this happening? Shit, he wasn't even asking for this at all and now Dante was just making everything worse, and it was clear that things weren't going to get any better as well, seeing the way the handle of the claymore was getting more and more unbearable to handle no matter how Date tried to withstand the heat scorching his hands. At least he was in his armor, so he had his gloves on.

He scowled at the blue-haired kid's words, pissed off all the more (seriously, who did he think he was?) and then paused at what Tsubaki said. He tried to do what she said, he really did, but the heat was just impossible to ignore and Date growled as he tried to hold onto the claymore for a while longer, glaring at it as he hissed angrily in his mind. Are you just doing this on purpose?

Seriously this was just. Not funny. At all.

The constant blame on him really wasn't helping. All it did was make him withdraw further into himself and worsening things. Not that he was doing any better when all his thoughts were of anger towards the meister. Dante was always hot headed, but this was beyond normal.

I should be asking you that! He all but shouted back. Date thought this wasn't funny? It's not like Dante found this hilarious either. The effort to make this work was barely there now, so focused was he on arguing his point and refusing to accept any blame on himself.

Black★Star groaned loudly. So not only were these two making a big deal out of their own dumb problems, they were ignoring him. Neither are things he took particularly well to. Inwardly he could sense the rebuff to Tsubaki's words though and he huffed more quietly, annoyed. Fine! He wouldn't assert his Bigness. Because y'know, partners were meant to listen and all that. Apparently.

Alright, so he was meant to be helping. Unfortunately, there's only one thing he really knows how to do. He spoke under his breath, so that only Tsubaki could hear. "Hey, I have an idea," Black★Star muttered, his eyes shifting conspiratorially, "Just go along with it!" He grinned more widely then, and tilted his head challengingly at the other two.

"Tsubaki! Fey Blade Mode!" he called aloud. If they couldn't get their shit together, he'd simply have to make them work together.

Tsubaki might be friendly, nice and quiet normally, but she knew when to put her foot down. These two were clearly fighting, and their attitudes were only hurting themselves and each other. Nothing good would come of this behavior.

Stop yelling! she shouted, the odd projection of her voice quite loud. You're both acting like children! You can't blame it on each other when you're supposed to be working together! Legendary samurai or not, this wasn't how grown men were supposed to act.

Tsubaki calmed herself quickly, so when Black★Star whispered to her, she didn't hesitate. He was her Mesiter, and as his Weapon she would obey his will gladly. "Hai!"

The ninja-to in his grip burst into a dark aura, crackling with black lightning as it lengthened into the shape of a much longer blade.

Edited 2011-02-26 15:25 (UTC)

Why the hell would I even do something like that?! came the returning snap, every ounce of anger and irritation only becoming more and more prominent with each word. Ungh, this so was not happening - just why did this have to happen anyway at this time? More than ever now, it was clear to Date that Dante didn't have any more intention to work with him; this bad resonance was a clear indication of that. The samurai made a mental note to deal with all of this once this was all over--

--but of course, the kid then suddenly pulled out that move out of nowhere and Date turned back to look at the other two, surprised at what they had just pulled out. Alright, so at least they were getting seriously, which was good. Maybe now Dante was going to listen to him and they could get this going.

"We'll discuss this later," he went, jaw clenched as he grasped the claymore with both of his hands and tried to ignore the heat burning through his palms as he readied himself. Fighting the kid shouldn't be too hard, so once he was done with this he and Dante could just hash out this later in their own time.

Because I know you couldn't care less!

Again with the putting the whole goddamn blame on him! This wasn't his fault, he wasn't the one who lied and used him only for their own ends. Dante was absolutely seething with rage right now. It was pretty much impossible for him to be any more pissed off.

He completely ignored Tsubaki's words. She had nothing to do with this and it was something the two of them had to deal with. There was absolutely no need for outside interference.

Dante would have kept arguing if the other pair hadn't decided to attack just because Date said they'll talk about it later. He wasn't the boss of him so why should he listen to his orders?

But the fight was more important and the Weapon tried to focus on that rather then this whole mess between them. Once they beat those guys he could get back to his argument.

Well, that had gotten their attention! Black★Star might have smirked or even grinned at the notion, but now that he had initiated the fight, his demeanour was utterly serious. Even if he couldn't go at them at full power, he would nonetheless still treat them as warriors.

"Let me show you how to resonate," he called aloud in challenge, his voice even. He bowed his head and focused his soul wavelength, but even more importantly, searched out to synchronize with Tsubaki's so as to partially merge their souls. As soon as the reaction began, his eyes snapped open and the air surrounding him rippled and distorted, the surge of power whipping about a cloud of debris at his feet violently.

The least he could do for Helmet and his partner is end this quickly, even if he doesn't plan on severely injuring them. The longer it went, the more likely they were to harm each other. The more imminent the threat, though, the more likely they'd work together to survive. And Black★Star is most definitely a real threat.

Tsubaki had been somewhat internally concerned about overpowering the other two warriors to an extreme, and she chastised herself for think so when she sensed the ability that her partner wanted to use. It would be a good lesson, and hopefully they wouldn't be hurt too badly.

Though, Black★Star still wasn't going to go easy on them. And in a way, she agreed with this. It would teach them not to underestimate their opponents, which was also something clearly at play.

Tsubaki easily reached back out toward her partner with her wavelength, embracing his soul with her own accommodating one, which quickly adapted to his with practiced precision. She began to manipulate the power within them, increasing it several times over and channeling it back through her Meister's body.

Tamashii no Kyōmei!

Her Weapon form shifted in an instant, so quickly that it couldn't be watched. A dark, branded kunai had replaced the long blade, made for speed instead of power. Though that didn't make it any less deadly.

Tsubaki then waited for Black★Star to begin to move. That would lead into the next portion of this Weapon forms abilities. She was looking forward to really showing the other pair what they could do.

For the moment, resonance was at least a bit better now that the two had something they could focus on together - the heat became a bit more tolerable, but it was still affecting Date quite badly. It was only going to be a matter of time before his endurance gave out on the constant burn searing his palms, but Date was going to make sure that this would be over before that happened.

Not bothering to respond to Dante now (he was just going to be unreasonable anyway and that wasn't going to help at all), the samurai watched as the kid and Tsubaki initiated their resonance, noticing the Japanese quickly. Tamashii no Kyōmei... resonance of the soul, was it...

He could think about that later. Tightening his grip on Dante (and gritting his teeth to withstand the burning heat against his hands), the samurai decided to attack first, bursting forth quickly thanks to his Meister ability as he attempted to make the first strike.

Dante couldn't speak Japanese so the significance of that move went right over his head. Not that it was likely he would have understood if it was in English either. It was a real understatement to say he was never one for subtlety. Unless it was pounded into his head, he probably wasn't going to ever get it.

Despite their best attempts, it was still plain to see that there were many problems. All the fight did was slightly prolong how long they'd be able to resonate for. Their efforts were like putting a band-aid on a stab wound.

While Date had his Meister ability it was still unable to overcome the difficulty of wielding a Weapon who he could barely resonate with. Their attack was slow and looked absolutely nothing like a move from an highly trained samurai.

The ornate black kunai that was Tsubaki in hand, Black★Star exhaled and fixed his gaze on the approaching Date. Oddly, his head then bowed and he closed his eyes, arms held loosely at his sides without so much as attempting to adopt a fighting stance. He seemingly made no attempt to defend himself, refraining from even moving a muscle.

Which was why the blade of Rebellion burst through his chest violently, impaling him to the hilt. He was sharply jerked backwards from the attack, falling, eyes glazed over and limbs seemingly lifeless.

"...Too slow," came the all-too-calm voice of Black★Star, just as the shadow double dissolved into a writhing mass of darkness and the true body of the Meister burst through it, using it as momentary concealment as his hand shot out, seized Date by his front, and shoved him backwards. In the next split second he was gone, because then he was already behind the samurai, dropping low with a sweep-kick to trip him. And then he was just as quickly gone again.

Instead, Black★Star wasn't alone - three of him circled the two of them in a wide circle, moving at a speed so as to allow them to see him. A moment later he picked up the pace, creating five, but also to make his movement harder to follow. In one of his many passes he released Tsubaki from his hand, in preparation for their next move.

By the time Dante's weapon form 'pierced' through Black★Star, Tsubaki knew he was already gone. Their ability activated, the afterimage he left behind in the sheer wake of his speed would look like it held mass, but it dissipated soon afterward. The images couldn't attack after being left behind, but acted more as decoys or illusions.

But that changed as her Meister released her, and she slipped easily into the forms of the afterimage he left behind in that moment, melding into it's thin substance and quickly possessing it, masking her form with it.

By all intents and purposes, she looked exactly like Black★Star, a perfect clone. She moved beside the other afterimages, following her Meister's lead.

The unnaturally heavy weight that was Rebellion was seriously not helping Date with this whole thing, and the heat was still burning against his hands as well. The samurai grimaced, irritation flaring up as he use whatever strength he could pull to bring up the claymore and thrust it through the kid. It hit, and he flew back--

--but of course, that wasn't the case at all. The warlord felt his senses ringing as soon as the kid's voice came and tried to turn around to see where he was, only to be stopped by the lightning-fast movements of the other two. There was no time to react, no time to try and regain himself; Date made a grunt as he stumbled from the kick, just barely able to dodge it. He gritted his teeth together as he glanced around him, seeing all the images that surrounded him and tried to compose himself. They were illusions, illusions...

Tightening his grip on Dante, Date readied himself before he swung the blade in a wide arc, attempting to use the Drive attack - but then realized that nothing came out at all, and now more than ever his annoyance rose. Fucking hell, he couldn't even use any of the moves that he could have been able to use! This was just pure bullshit.

Black★Star's move reminded Dante all too much of his own doppelganger style, another reminder of the loss of his normal abilities in this world. Another reminder that he shouldn't need a partner to do anything. He was painfully aware of his limits and it frustrated him beyond belief.

It should have been unsurprising that Date was unable to use Drive. They weren't resonating at all. They were just two stubborn people trying to force things to work.

Black★Star instinctively swerved into a broader arc away from the pair as Date swept Dante around, anticipating some kind of ranged attack. When it strangely failed to manifest he simply took a note of the fact and resumed circling, plotting out his next attack. Tsubaki was more than likely well-concealed now and, true to form, she could mimic his movements perfectly. It was the product of a long, harmonious partnership. And no small amount of skill on her part, either. But that was why they were Weapon and Meister.

In a movement only she was likely to notice given their speed, he made a quick beckoning motion to follow him as he flashed directly in front of their opponents' field of vision. Then, oddly, he slowed to a casual walk. He took three steps, and then suddenly there were more of him as he darted to the right. Three steps, then off to the left. Left, right, left, right... keeping his after-images visible but approaching with deliberation.

Electricity crackled around his fist for a Planet Destruction Cannon, and from the left Black★Star launched forward to strike at Date. Or so it appeared. It was more of a diversion - to focus their attention upon the attacking form, and to throw them off-balance as he smashed the ground just before them with his charged fist. The ground beneath it shattered violently, causing it to shake with a small tremor and debris was kicked up to obscure vision momentarily.

Edited 2011-03-01 17:40 (UTC)

Well-concealed she was indeed, flitting between the afterimages so that she never stood in one place for too long or looked any different from the others. Her stance was perfectly his, easy to imitate after all their time together.

Tsubaki caught the beckoning gesture that her partner sent her way, but she didn't do so directly, instead concealing herself within the pattern of afterimages that he left behind. He was making her a path, attempting to distract them with a rather obvious and direct approach, trying to leave her an opening.

Internally, she grinned. It was her that had expressed interest in sparring with Date, and he was trying to give her the opportunity to fight for herself, to share his stage with her. It was about the best gift that someone could get from Black★Star, truthfully.

As her partner moved left, crushing the ground and sending a dust cloud full of dirt and debris into the air, Tsubaki sprinted right and toward their opponent. She was still moving as Black★Star would, and so her attack would mimic one of his. Her hands clenched together as she thrust her elbow out toward Date's exposed back. She couldn't use Soul Menace, but caught off guard and her own strength bolstered by her partner's wavelength, it would still be effective.

The lack of resonance was seriously getting to Date now, and the samurai gritted his teeth as his hands started to tremble from the effort of holding Dante, jaw clenched as steam spewed from the gaps of his fingers and hands. The heat was getting wholly and utterly intolerable, but still the warlord was stubbornly persisting - like hell he was going to give up, just because an idiot was being nothing like a brat--

It was hard to keep his concentration on the battle when his hands were being seared badly by the heat, and Date barely managed to notice the kid coming to attack him before it was almost entirely too late. The samurai attempted to take a step back in order to avoid the attack, but then stumbled, caught off-balance at the attack done to the ground. Before he could regain his balance there was another strike at his back, and this one was an attack Date wasn't able to avoid in time.

Taken by surprise at the strong blow to his back, Date flew forward, but managed to prevent himself from falling onto the ground properly by impaling Dante into the ground. Smoke continued to spew from where his hands and fingers were wrapper around the handle, but the samurai still tried to ignore that as he turned around and swung the claymore in another arc, attempting to attack once more.

Their terrible performance was really bugging Dante now. He knew what Date was capable of and this was just pathetic. He was even starting to get a little worried...

But then Date did that. The one request Dante had made of him. To not stick him into the ground. And he had just done that without a second thought. It was just the one thing and Date didn't care at all to humour him. To Dante this was just more evidence to prove that Date had never seen them as partners, that he had just been someone to be used when convenient.

It shouldn't have been possible for him to be even angrier then he was before. He let loose a string of expletives. He didn't care about the fight any more. He didn't care that they would lose their first fight after Michigan. Dante wanted nothing more than to ditch them all.

Get your fucking hands off me now. So enraged was he that he couldn't even make the simple effort of making his words heard aloud or even just transforming back.

As far as Black★Star could tell, Helmet had apparently mistaken Tsubaki's attack for another one of his, which meant from where he stood in the debris he had an open shot at his back. Given positioning, they could practically juggle him between if they so chose... but there was no point. The One-Star pair were doing more damage to themselves than the Two-Stars were.

Looked like his idea had failed. Danger hadn't made them work together at all, and he knew better than to simply raise the stakes. It sucked, really. It was a waste of Shadow☆Star! But oh well. Best to separate those two before Date Masamune only had burning stumps for hands.

"Tsubaki!" Black★Star called aloud, abandoning the ruse. In the same moment he spoke, he stepped forward and seized both of the samurai's arms from behind, just beneath the shoulder, with a vice-like grip. He could trust his Weapon to avoid the slow attack and disarm them as is, but better safe than sorry, and this way she'd immediately know what his intentions were.

Tsubaki nearly winced at the very sound of their opponents soul wavelengths crashing together almost violently. The thrill of battle was supposed to help, not cause even more harm, but she dissonance she heard was proof that this wasn't a fair fight.

Black★Star had noticed as well, and as he called out her name and grabbed Date by the arms, she could easily tell his intentions. "Hai!" she called, her distinctly female voice emanated from the mouth of the afterimage that she possessed. As she sped back toward Date, the image of her partner shimmered around her before dissipating as she reverted to her own form.

Black★Star's grip on Masamune's shoulders halted the other Meister's slow attack, so it was easy for her to move in and capture Date's hands within her own, preventing further movement. She spoke in Japanese quickly, her determined gaze locking with his.

"Let go of him, Date-dono," she said firmly. "You are hurting yourself. This fight is over."

Edited 2011-03-06 16:32 (UTC)

The sudden surge of heat took Date entirely by surprise, and it was only through the force of sheer willpower did the samurai just manage to barely keep his hold on Dante. The heat was burning badly now, threatening to melt his hands off entirely if he persisted in holding the claymore any longer now. Date gritted his teeth, steeling himself and willing himself to just hold on a little longer, to finish this quickly...

Upon hearing the shout, Date instantly attempted to turn towards it and tried to raise the blade in another swing, but was stopped when he felt fingers gripping his arms tightly all of a sudden. The samurai didn't even have time to see just who it was exactly before Tsubaki came next, and before he even knew it his arms were effectively trapped, gripped to remain in their position. Date glanced at Tsubaki, his lone blue eye casting an obvious glare that didn't falter even with the words that she spoke or the way in how steam and smoke was spewing out literally from Date's hands on the handle of the claymore.

"I'm not--" he tried to start, but another surge of scorching, white hot heat burned right through him again, and unable to hold on any more Date was forced to let go of Dante. Rebellion clattered onto the ground, the handle smoking fiercely - but not as bad as the samurai's own palms, where the heat had been so bad that it had even burned through his gloves and made direct contact with his skin. Date's hands smoked badly, and even though the samurai couldn't feel the pain just yet drops of blood fell from where his skin had broken due to the extreme heat he was forcing himself to handle.

The moment Date released him, Dante transformed back. He was literally shaking from the emotions boiling inside him. This was the last straw, he had called it quits ages ago and he had let Date drag him into something. He had let himself do it this time because of some nostalgia or whatever stupid emotion it was for their partnership, but no more.

"You asshole." He hissed before lunging at him. The fact that he was being held down was just going to make this easier for him to beat the living hell out of him.

He hadn't even realised Date was injured, so blinded was he by his own anger.

As soon as Helmet released his Weapon, Black★Star began to visibly relax and ease out of Combat Mode. Okay yeah, the whole thing had been a massive failure, but now he didn't have to worry about which attacks would and wouldn't accidentally kill them. All he had to worry was about-

The red guy launching himself at Date Masamune. Shit.

As one does when restraining the victim instead of the aggressor, he released the guy immediately and stepped away. Wait, what the hell was this? They couldn't fight him and Tsubaki, but they were all for kicking the shit out of each other?

"Uh... guys," he interjected, raising a finger, "Fight's over... Guys? Guys!" Shit, that wasn't working at all.

"...Well, this doesn't take a genius." And he leaped into the fray.

Tsubaki's brows furrowed angrily as she noticed Dante shifting back only to immediately try to launch himself at Date, who's hands were so badly burned that he was dripping blood onto the ground. She'd released his hands once he'd let go of Rebellion, but they were still smoking from hanging on to the Weapon's hilt throughout the fight. Guilt settled into her gut at the fact that she hadn't noticed it was so bad earlier, though anger was quickly overriding that for the moment.

Because not only was Dante coming after her (because she was next to his Meister), but now her partner was jumping in as well.

"I said this fight is over!" she yelled, whipping her head around toward the two of boys, one with silver hair and one with blue. Her long ponytail transformed mid-swing into a long chain attacked to a sickle, and it arced around them to wrap around their bodies. Her goal here wasn't to hurt them, but to tie them together and immobilize them.

With the adrenaline still running in his system, Date was still more than ready to fight - and especially to beat the shit out of Dante, as the idiot lunged himself at him. The samurai attempted to clench a fist in order to deal a punch once Dante was close, but then a flash of pain prevented that and Date faltered momentarily, taking one step back. And now to make things worse that kid was joining too, and Date wondered if he could hold out for a battle like this--

Tsubaki then interjected, and while they were busy Date finally looked down at his hands and saw the extent of the damage that was done. His skin was broken in many places, some of them back enough that blood was oozing out from the wounds. The pain was starting to settle in now, his palms throbbing painfully, but Date tried to ignore that as he looked back up and glared at Dante.

Goddamnit, this was all his fault. Now he was even injured because of a stupid idiot like him.

Dante struggled against the chains that temporarily bound him. If he could get just a little bit closer he'd be able to hit that son of a bitch.

He glared right back at him. When he got his hands on him, Date was going to be sorry he ever tried to mess with him.

"It's not over until I say it is!" And he renewed his attempts at freeing himself.

[CLOSED] the time has come and so have I

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sigh this is going to go totally well

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THIS WILL BE OVER BY THREE ROUNDS

I think that's too generous

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Hurr another late tag