[Fortunately for Crowley, Kanda couldn't care less about the assets of the man's servants. But to him - he doesn't see how he's left anything out at all, unless the princeling meant that he shouldn't hit him just because he had blood of the Nine in him.
If anything, that's more of a reason in Kanda's book.
The offer of a match, though?
That's almost too good to pass up.
Wordlessly, he tosses the practice sword in his hand towards Crowley and turns to take another off the overly stocked wall. The one he takes for himself gets spun in his grip with a confident ease as he smirks at Crowley.]
Fine. Just don't go crying to the RAC if we break a precious nail, you bullshit prince.
[Despite the taunt - he's not an idiot. Someone without experience wouldn't have been able to react to that last blow so effectively, which means he's not about to make the mistake of underestimating the man now.
No. If anything, he wants to see just how well the privileged trained their precious sons. ]
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If anything, that's more of a reason in Kanda's book.
The offer of a match, though?
That's almost too good to pass up.
Wordlessly, he tosses the practice sword in his hand towards Crowley and turns to take another off the overly stocked wall. The one he takes for himself gets spun in his grip with a confident ease as he smirks at Crowley.]
Fine. Just don't go crying to the RAC if we break a precious nail, you bullshit prince.
[Despite the taunt - he's not an idiot. Someone without experience wouldn't have been able to react to that last blow so effectively, which means he's not about to make the mistake of underestimating the man now.
No. If anything, he wants to see just how well the privileged trained their precious sons. ]