Kanda Yû (神田ユウ) (
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Closed | Hey, Hey, Yu, Yu, I Don't Like Your Girlfriend
Who: Kanda, Lavi, & Crowley
Where: Onboard Noah, Kanda and Lavi's ship
When: week 2, Days 2 - 3
Summary: A certain member of the Nine decides it's time for him to leave Leith and calls his favorite killjoy to cash in a favor. Kanda's just along for the ride...
Restrictions/Warnings: Language, because Kanda. Will update as needed!
Where: Onboard Noah, Kanda and Lavi's ship
When: week 2, Days 2 - 3
Summary: A certain member of the Nine decides it's time for him to leave Leith and calls his favorite killjoy to cash in a favor. Kanda's just along for the ride...
Restrictions/Warnings: Language, because Kanda. Will update as needed!
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When I was the one who suggested a match? I'd certainly be a waste of a man to do that sort of thing, prince or not.
[ Prince. The word always sounded so forced not even from individuals such as Kanda, but from himself and other members of the Nine too; his features remained gentle in comparison to the man ahead of him, those thoughts keeping that pleasant smile on his face. ]
So let's not go easy on each other, hm?
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[Being a waste of a man is implied, just by that fact - at least, so far as Kanda's concerned. At that suggestion, however, Kanda pauses, his stance still ready but his expression... thoughtful.
Assessing.
There's no doubt that the other man carries strength in him, and his tone is quite confident... perhaps he could loosen the reigns, if only a little bit. He smirks, finally, though there's nothing pleasant in the sharp curve of his lips.]
Fuck it - why not.
[And with that, he doesn't waste any more time - just launches forward, sword swinging sure and swift... and still tightly contained. Strong, yes, but Kanda's been on enough battlefields to understand his own unnatural strength. He's not about to just let go so easily against a supposedly normal human.]
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Rather he needs to concentrate, at least more than he does in everyday situations, and despite his demeanor he's actually taking this quite seriously! Serious in the sense that he wants to be entertained, he wants to be proven that Kanda is worth noting as an opponent--he needs to be if he's so disgusted of just any member of the Nine that he happens to cross paths with.
Crowley parries by holding his sword vertically, whistling after feeling the impact. ]
Ha~ You are stronger than you look. [ He sounds amused. ] I nearly felt that one, so I guess that means I'll have to use both hands for you.
[ Because he was still holding the practice sword with one hand this entire time; bringing his second hand around the handle of the sword he pushes the other man back before taking a step forward and swinging horizontally. ]
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Trying to humor me with using both hands? Don't make me laugh!
[Not one to disappoint on a battlefield - any battlefield - he loosens his personal restraint that little bit more, parry's the stroke with a flick of his own blade to deflect it to the side. The pressure behind that strike had been a little surprising - for all that Crowley looks strong, Kanda wasn't sure just how much of that was genetics and how much strength in skill.
Skill, apparently, is not feigned.
A fierce grin slips into place as their blades part, stays as he uses the momentum to spin on a foot, bring his own around in a sweeping strike towards Crowley's side.]
tfw you hit mark read
So you definitely have speed, [ Momentum helps too, and the spin comes directly in position of a blind spot that Crowley only dodges by a hair's breadth. ] but moving around like that is a waste. Did you teach yourself?
[ Not teasing! He's genuinely curious.
And no he's not trying to do a dick move by allowing Kanda another swing. ]
Time to have a little fun then, yeses? >.<And so sorry for the late!
Following Crowley through the dodge, he brings the blade in a swift cross-slash meant to open an opponent from hip to shoulder while kicking out towards the side of the other man's knee.]
...You could say that, at first. I've had a few mentors since then though.
[If, by 'self-taught' one meant thrown into a combat simulation room where he had to fight other experiments, day after day, with the threat of 'decommission and resuscitation' if he didn't perform well. Animistic necessity and sheer strength of will carried him to surpass his peers... military training, after that.]
And what about pampered princes? Who teaches you?