[It's only when Sasuke stops that Cunning also stops, sword slung over his shoulder and watching his opponent carefully. It's hard to see under the mask and the robes, but he's pretty wound up even if not necessarily winded thanks to being a god.
...nevertheless, he reaches into his pocket and tosses Sasuke an item.
It's the lighter.]
Don't ever use this on me or my stuff again. Got it?
[His hand is quick when it snaps up to catch the lighter. He brings his hand down to look it over, turning it around carefully. Thinking.
His other hand plucks something out of the pocket of his pants, something small, and he pushes it hastily inside his mouth. Looks up at Cunning. There's a popping crunch, like chewing candy or ice, and then he raises the lighter jerk his thumb down over the wheel. An inhale through his nose.
He knows Cunning is too far away, and he knows Cunning will dodge, but that isn't the point.
Out of his mouth, he spits a blast of kerosene directly through the flames of the lighter in Cunning's direction. It ignites into an arcing stream of flame, expelling outward, but it only lasts for a few seconds before dying away. He turns his head and spits the pieces of the capsule onto the ground with the taste of kerosene.
[For whatever reason, Cunning doesn't even bother taking a step back when the fire roars directly in his face. He just holds his ground and shakes his head.]
[Carefully, he tosses the lighter and catches it, and then he puts it in his pocket. On his way out of the arena, he stops to get the armband, but leaves the sword, and then he gets his jacket to shrug back onto his shoulders.
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...nevertheless, he reaches into his pocket and tosses Sasuke an item.
It's the lighter.]
Don't ever use this on me or my stuff again. Got it?
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His other hand plucks something out of the pocket of his pants, something small, and he pushes it hastily inside his mouth. Looks up at Cunning. There's a popping crunch, like chewing candy or ice, and then he raises the lighter jerk his thumb down over the wheel. An inhale through his nose.
He knows Cunning is too far away, and he knows Cunning will dodge, but that isn't the point.
Out of his mouth, he spits a blast of kerosene directly through the flames of the lighter in Cunning's direction. It ignites into an arcing stream of flame, expelling outward, but it only lasts for a few seconds before dying away. He turns his head and spits the pieces of the capsule onto the ground with the taste of kerosene.
And then he smirks.]
Thanks.
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Anything else? [You goddamn edgelord.]
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[Carefully, he tosses the lighter and catches it, and then he puts it in his pocket. On his way out of the arena, he stops to get the armband, but leaves the sword, and then he gets his jacket to shrug back onto his shoulders.
He pauses.]
Another time.
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If I'm not here, the armory. Another time.