White Void vs Red Void
exsofdarkness
”…Damn, you really like the sound of your own voice, don’t you?" Hyde gave a light sigh glancing between the magnificent blade and back at the even more magnificent armored man if coldly evaluating the two of them together. With his ability he could detect just how immensely powerful the man before him was, causing him to shiver slightly. He really was quite terrifying. …Heh, but when was the last time he actually had a good fight in this city? ”Anyways, sorry to be the one tell you this, but you’re sorely mistaken. Those guys back there have been messing around lately and causing a crap load of trouble for people in this area. If you didn’t do it, I would have been the one kicking their asses by now. It is what it is if someone taught them a lesson.” Despite his declaration of not wanting to avenge that gang Hyde had already been steadily pouring out EXS-energy while in the process of summoning his own blade while speaking.
His messy ebony and black attire sways violently with the sudden picking up of turbulence. His left hand opens and glows with a brilliant red and black light. And from that light the gold-colored handle of what appears to be a blade makes it’s appearance as the fingers of his right hand wrap around and take hold of it. Pulling slowly, a crimson sword just as large as the boy himself from takes shape in his right——at last the dark blade of asunder makes it’s grand entrance for the night. ”As you can tell, I really don’t care about what happens to those guys, and I really have no interest in getting caught up in that kind of bullshit. But…” Gripping Insulator’s handle strongly, he gets into stance for battle.
”….I’m going to make you go back on that thief comment from earlier and pay me back for nearly crushing my wrist. I mean, it’s nice that you didn’t break my freakin’ arm and all, and it doesn’t hurt much, but I’ll definitely make sure to tear that mask off your face and leave you with a black eye. Show me what you’ve got, Mr. Masked Hero!!"
Hm. Arrogant, determined and disrespectful. The young man was practically a carbon copy of Major Jin Kisaragi. The utter mention of that man’s existence shook Hakumen to his very core. He held nothing but contempt for his past self, serving as a constant reminder about his own mistakes, impossible to undo. The grim fate that had befallen the now samurai was as clear as day, even despite the erosion of memories the Boundary had inflicted. Armed with an ego like that, the boy would surely walk a similar path. ‘Nothing I cannot correct.’ The cyborg held in his thoughts and issued a warning:
‘’Having seen the state of the defeated thugs, you still wish to challenge me? Whether you are foolish or simply brave to the point of idiocy, this is not a decision to be made lightly. Rethink your strategy, boy…’’
Completely unfazed by the sight of a glowing weapon, the man clad in white considered his options. Seemingly a battle was unavoidable, yet Hakumen’s opponent was not at all worried about the location and his surroundings. The red eyes all over the armor scanned the environment. Onlookers had stopped and were staring at the red katana, terror showing in their eyes. A couple of women who had previously been sitting down at the bus stop right behind the samurai stood up and went away in a completely justified rush. The street was void of cars, and coarsely populated, as people seemed to be scattering in directions away from the upcoming battle. He turned his attention back to the challenger.
‘’Time is too fleeting for me to waste it on a mongrel such as yourself. Yet I am not one to back down from the offer of a duel. If a fight is what you want, then a fight you are going to get. No holds barred! Prepare yourself!’’
The violent attitude in Hakumen’s adversary did not go unnoticed, and was fully returned as the samurai drew his gigantic sword, the blade harmlessly phasing through the sheath in a trained motion, slicing through the air as it ended in a position aiming its tip right at the foolish attacker’s face. Taking up a defensive stance, the yellow sunlight glistened off the white mask, its lack of expression striking fear into the hearts of passerbys, which fled the scene as if by instinct. Man was at its heart an animal, and thus knew fear, and when to back off. The killing intent emitted by the two figures about to lock blades was strong enough to clear the area within a minute, during which neither of them moved an inch. The samurai broke the eerie silence, his stance unchanging:
‘’I shall find it within myself to permit you to take the first move. ’’
