@asocialconduct said: “ probably not gonna be easy for you to hear. ” from iglu.
ghost's knife is firmly in his grasp, arm raised and across his chest as he holds the weapon outwards. he's ready for an attack. knows iglu well enough by now to recognise he won't go for him like this, however. it's too predictable. he'll talk his ear off first, distract him. attempt to, at least. which is ironic, because ghost knows the other isn't much of a talker. and neither is he. but in the face of rushing adrenaline, the promise of a hefty nick, and the smell of blood fresh in the air, who's to judge him for running his mouth a little. cocky meets cocky. talent meets talent. they're well matched and ghost appreciates that.
" what? " the spectre asks. " the sound of you losin' this fight, or your bloody accent? " who is he to turn down a little competition? ghost dares to swing across the distance, their blades clashing together as metal scrapes. he attempts to kick out one of iglu's legs but the other stands fast against his attack. his teeth grit and his frustration is silent. driven by the challenge rather than defeated by it. " come on, " he goads lowly. " don't give up now, igs. "
the two have a complicated history. in that they both seem to have a healthy respect for one another, while also being well aware of the reality that they'd kill one another without hesitation. but neither won their last fight. they ended up equally wounded and exhausted. and truthfully, simon had been eager to further understand someone who could match him and his ego. it's a rare occurrence. his free hand reaches for a spare blade and jabs for his gut. " i'm countin' on you t' make my day. "
