[Without scrambling ungracefully, Damian flips hastily back up to his feet, prepared, both fists quick to raise for shielding if needed.] Don't lecture me. I know how to use them. [He'll remember, though, not that he had intentions of allowing the stave to be discarded completely unless Kanda happened to decide to break it.
But then he would just have a pair of escrima like a certain winged night bird from Gotham.] I don't need a stave to win. [He thinks he just has to use Kanda's own against its master.
With one hand, he reaches out, curling the fingers at Kanda in a beckoning motion.]
no subject
But then he would just have a pair of escrima like a certain winged night bird from Gotham.] I don't need a stave to win. [He thinks he just has to use Kanda's own against its master.
With one hand, he reaches out, curling the fingers at Kanda in a beckoning motion.]