The middle of this rotten town, never looked so clean. With all the shops closing out of the blue like that, one would think Godzilla was about show up from one samurai’s assholes or something. Whatever. It was safer for the people to go inside where it was safe anyway. With these two monsters before them, anything may happen. They may be idiots at whatever the hell they were doing. But in combat, it would seem like demons were running around killing everything in sight.
Although, one of these idiots looked like he fell down a flight of steps, and the steps won. “Oi! You sure you want to do this? With all those wounds, this might be easier than I thought.” Words that may sound like insults to an oblivious moron. But to the ears of someone with commonsense, they were the words of a worried friend. Beating his ass meant nothing of the fool was hurt. “Nah, you’re to stubborn to listen to me by now.”
Placing his sword onto his shoulder, Gintoki glanced back towards this reject’s choice of words. “I already told you, nobody is going to touch my daughter and live to tell about it. It’s the father’s law to kick your ass.” Besides that, Mugen’s owed a reply since July! Didn’t think he forgot huh?! Now it’s time to settle this. Once and for all.
“Any last words, brother?”
“Che! You kidding me asshole? How about you set that sword of yours this way and shut your trap. It’s time to wreck this place. You ready?!” Taking his wooden weapon off from his shoulders at last, the swing itself caused debris on the ground to push away. Firm leather boots crunched into the ground, as the the silver haired samurai sent himself flying!
Geta sandals clopped noisily against the rough earth beneath his feet, the muscles in Mugen's calves bulging as he braced himself against the ground before pushing away violently and soaring towards the oncoming swordsman. Long limbs carried him forward, the scenery that surrounded the two a blur as that tunnel vision came in full force. All he could see now was that silver bastard, the pair emitting a cloud of dust as the stormed towards one another with the intent to kill etched into their faces.
Steel met steel in a beautifully violent array of golden sparks, scorching their skin and peppering their feet as the two men finally met. There was a ripple of energy that spread out from this monstrous encounter, a wave of air blasting away from the epicenter and exploding outwards with enough power to flip aside anything caught in its radius.
Teeth clenched together in a rough grit as he held up against the impressive strength of his best friend, Mugen already feeling those wounds beginning to open as he slid his foot backwards in order to put more weight on the limb. There was no way in hell he was gonna' just back down from this bastard because of a few minor flesh wounds. Piece of shit was lookin' down on him, huh?!
"HER TITS ARE GONNA BE MINE!"
Another wave of strength, Mugen pushing forward and leading with his shoulder in order to throw Gintoki off-balance and set him up for the next attack. Spinning on his heel, the samurai would lash out with his good leg to send it slamming into the sternum of the other male, the force of the blow hopefully throwing him backwards through the window of a nearby shop and taking this fight into a bar they both frequented.