whenthedaylightfades:
Denial. The first stage of grief. The grief of someone simply being the better warrior. Had nobody put this boy in his place before? This was going to be quite the adventure. It’s one thing to show someone who was in control, but another to be the first person to knock someone down a few notches. Like spanking a disobedient child that had never been disciplined before.
“I’m sorry to disappoint you. Where’s your gung-ho spirit? Broken already? We’ve only just begun.” And with a gloved hand reaching back, Jack of Blades proceeded to show off his own blade - A cleaver-like sword, with what appeared to be a gold-like metal around the handle’s end, and the blade’s base. A beautiful yet deadly weapon, one perfect for slicing out the eyes of children.
“If this is all you can do, then I’ve already won.”
Damn, this guy might actually be a bit of a problem. The fact that it’s not even Henry... shit, if I don’t take this guy down now even he might not be able to.
“Aw c’mon, counting me out just because you can throw a kick?” Grunting, he got back onto his feet, twirling the beam katana idly by his side like one would a cane. Alright, looks like a simple metal sword. A good enough swing and Mk-lll could slice right through...
“Though I took my stab at it, so fairplay t’ you, pal.” Better see him on the offensive so I know what I’m dealing with...









