She starts for him, and he licks his lips. The hunger deepens in his eyes. He is thrilled? It's bad. The more she moves, the more he loves it. The style is familiar--it's his own. He has no regard for stance or posture. He's an acrobat, fast and agile.
Also, he's a shitty OP HxH character, so he's just as bad about not understanding how physics work for the most part. They'll just, meet in the middle in a flurry of arms and hands. He'll give her a wide, amused grin.
But he doesn't try to grab her even though he blocks.]
Don't you? If you don't want to rip me apart, what's the point? I can tell by the look in your eyes.
If you weren't already dead, I WOULD! I would TEAR YOU APART limb from limb!
[ Her face contorts as she snarls at him. So much of herself is repressed that it manifests in her being murderous when she fights.
She hates that he's as good as he is at fighting. She hates that she's ineffectual. She wants to rip that smile off his face and stomp his head in. For as thrilled as he looks, he is, unfortunately, an easy outlet for her anger.
She kicks at him in an effort to knock him off balance. ]
[The more riled up she gets, the more he enjoys it. There's just something so satisfying about emotion boiling over in someone's eyes.] We should do this more often. I quite like it. [The kick he actually takes.
His muscles harden to take the blow, but it still stings. She's very good. But he grabs her leg, grip surprisingly strong, and he pulls it back around his hip to bring her toward him.
And then he tries to punch her in the stomach with no reluctance, full without dampening his strength. She's a woman, but he doesn't have any reservations about punching women in a fight.]
[ She gasps when he pulls her toward him. The blow to the stomach comes with startling realization of whom Hisoka vaguely reminds her of. It's no wonder how easily she loses her cool around him when he talks like that.
She leans forward instinctively from the pain, and as soon as she can, she flips away from him, creating distance between them. ]
[When she flees, he lets her go only because he doesn't think it'll be over completely. Toying with toys is fun? But he catches the shift of her gaze, and he pauses to turn and glance at the offering.
His jaw tightens, lips thinning sourly. He wasn't finished.]
Unfortunate. I was starting to get turned on.
[Again, he faces her. And he just begins very slowly walking in her direction, the intent and focus clear. She's going to have to make a break for it, or he'll continue.]
[ Because she's stupid, whatever break she was going to make gets put on pause for the incredulous look she throws his way. ]
EXCUSE me? Are you saying this fight—
[ Horror dawns on her face before it morphs right back to anger. She rips off one of her gloves and hurls it at his face. It won't do anything, but it's the sentiment that matters to her.]
[He just gives her a smirk. The glove is a surprise, though, and his face flashes to match. But he catches the glove in a fist--is it... the normal one???--and curls his fingers around it to feel the material pointedly.
If it's the regular one, he'll put it in his pocket... Keepsies.]
You enjoyed it, too. I can tell; the look on your face was magnificent. Fighting isn't much different. Two bodies coming together to feel an immeasurable rush. It's so good.
[ It's her regular glove. Throwing her main weapon at him is too stupid even for her. She's not Minato. ]
Do not equate a means to an end to something filthy like that! I could never enjoy this with you. [ She only feels some kind of happiness if someone dies. ]
If all you can think of is with— [ She won't say dick. ] Stay unhappy and wanting for the rest of your stupid death.
[If he wasn't so irritable at being left hanging, he'd be amused. She can say what she wants, but he knows when someone loves the thrill of fighting as much as he does.
He doesn't really stop walking until she gets out of the portal, but he makes no attempt to chase her down. Ah well. Maybe she'll come back for the glove later, and he finish it then.]
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She starts for him, and he licks his lips. The hunger deepens in his eyes. He is thrilled? It's bad. The more she moves, the more he loves it. The style is familiar--it's his own. He has no regard for stance or posture. He's an acrobat, fast and agile.
Also, he's a shitty OP HxH character, so he's just as bad about not understanding how physics work for the most part. They'll just, meet in the middle in a flurry of arms and hands. He'll give her a wide, amused grin.
But he doesn't try to grab her even though he blocks.]
Don't you? If you don't want to rip me apart, what's the point? I can tell by the look in your eyes.
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[ Her face contorts as she snarls at him. So much of herself is repressed that it manifests in her being murderous when she fights.
She hates that he's as good as he is at fighting. She hates that she's ineffectual. She wants to rip that smile off his face and stomp his head in. For as thrilled as he looks, he is, unfortunately, an easy outlet for her anger.
She kicks at him in an effort to knock him off balance. ]
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[The more riled up she gets, the more he enjoys it. There's just something so satisfying about emotion boiling over in someone's eyes.] We should do this more often. I quite like it. [The kick he actually takes.
His muscles harden to take the blow, but it still stings. She's very good. But he grabs her leg, grip surprisingly strong, and he pulls it back around his hip to bring her toward him.
And then he tries to punch her in the stomach with no reluctance, full without dampening his strength. She's a woman, but he doesn't have any reservations about punching women in a fight.]
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[ She gasps when he pulls her toward him. The blow to the stomach comes with startling realization of whom Hisoka vaguely reminds her of. It's no wonder how easily she loses her cool around him when he talks like that.
She leans forward instinctively from the pain, and as soon as she can, she flips away from him, creating distance between them. ]
We won't be left in this situation again.
[ She can see the summon for her. ]
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His jaw tightens, lips thinning sourly. He wasn't finished.]
Unfortunate. I was starting to get turned on.
[Again, he faces her. And he just begins very slowly walking in her direction, the intent and focus clear. She's going to have to make a break for it, or he'll continue.]
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EXCUSE me? Are you saying this fight—
[ Horror dawns on her face before it morphs right back to anger. She rips off one of her gloves and hurls it at his face. It won't do anything, but it's the sentiment that matters to her.]
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If it's the regular one, he'll put it in his pocket... Keepsies.]
You enjoyed it, too. I can tell; the look on your face was magnificent. Fighting isn't much different. Two bodies coming together to feel an immeasurable rush. It's so good.
[His voice darkens.]
I won't be happy if you leave me wanting.
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Do not equate a means to an end to something filthy like that! I could never enjoy this with you. [ She only feels some kind of happiness if someone dies. ]
If all you can think of is with— [ She won't say dick. ] Stay unhappy and wanting for the rest of your stupid death.
[ She runs for the portal. ]
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He doesn't really stop walking until she gets out of the portal, but he makes no attempt to chase her down. Ah well. Maybe she'll come back for the glove later, and he finish it then.]