@machmyspeed.
the CLANG of metal on concrete ground was a beacon into what what could have been perceived by his contrary as the nearing of the END. cybernetic retinas honed on his opponent opposite through a thin veil of smoke and debris. the probability of forfeit was commensurate on both ends, and at this point, unpredictable... or so it seemed. but genos had no intention of allowing his enemy to suspect FALTER, even if it meant an aid in his direction. there was just something impending about his pride that genos was incapable of rejecting with him.
❝ your speed cannot last forever. ❞ he bit, rolling the joints of his fingers to test the mechanics in his now badly deterring left arm. the nick of the foreign his blade was less of a GRACE... and if he wasn’t careful, one misstep could cost him the entire limb. however, the sound of nearing-consequential gear that clattered to his feet did not act as as much of a WARNING as it should have. genos stood his ground, eyes locking onto the other ( with little to no sign of submitting from his person ) as he awaited the ninja’s next move. ❝ giving up yet ? ❞












