Hey man, it's my domain. It's where I hold most of my audiences with you guys. [But also he's comfortable here, it's fine.] Can't say I'm feeling too wary. I've been training for...fourteen years? I can go hand-to-hand if you're worried about a blade though.
[Please don't call Majima a chicken, Cunning.] Make it a fair fight and all.
he shrugs off his blazer and throws it aside—all the better to maintain his full range of movement. the smile on his face slowly begins to morph into a wild grin the more time goes by. ]
We ain't allowed to kill each other, so why don't we make it fun? When ya think about it that way, we can go all out, Cunning-han.
You're not afraid of a challenge, huh? I can get behind that. [Hm...] Gloves off then.
[With that, he's just...shrugging out of his god robes, revealing a long-sleeved shirt and jeans under them. And also chuck taylors because that's absolutely how fighting works. God. Okay. He's also...reaching for his mask.]
[The mask comes off and Majima finds himself facing someone who actually doesn't look that much younger than himself, a smirk on his face as blue eyes scan over him for a few seconds. A pale, thick scar runs from the bottom of his eye down to his chin and for a moment he sizes Majima up before rolling his wrists and his neck to prepare.]
This stays between you and me though. [The demasking, he means. He doesn't give a fuck if Majima tells people they fought.]
[ after a substantial amount of the game calling him an old man at 24, he actually is a little surprised when cunning takes off his mask... but it isn't long before the cocky smile returns. cool, he would've felt a little bad beating up another punkass teen.
(that's a lie. he wouldn't have.) ]
I mean, glove's stayin' on for me, that's the whole point of this. [ he pounds his gauntlet-clad fist into his other hand. ] Ya better put your money where your mouth is!
[23 and 24 aren't that different from each other, but Cunning doesn't comment on anything beyond that. Instead, he nods along.]
Figure of speech, man. [Give him a moment to slide into a fighting stance.] Come at me then. [Or not, because Cunning immediately moves in for a strike.]
[ that's exactly his sentiment... another young adult! who. actually looks way closer to their actual age instead of majima who looks like he's 40 but. yknow. ]
I know—ya ever heard of a joke?
[ and as soon as cunning lunges at him, majima bares his teeth in excitement, because this is exactly what he's been missing while he's been here. sure, finding family and romance has been nice, but he's been craving a proper brawl like this for ages. he dodges out of the way and pulls his gloved fist back to try and sucker punch his divine opponent. ]
Only bad ones. [Which he throws out there even as Majima dodges, but it's not like he hasn't been anticipating this. Cunning's been training in his spare time, and he sees that gloved fist which means he's darting out of the way just-barely.
A real challenge.] That glove's not just for show, is it? [He's closing in for another swing. Please just hit him, Majima.]
[ rather than stepping to the side to avoid cunning's attack, this time majima drops his entire body weight to the point where he's just above being prone to the ground. years of focusing his combat style on agility and unpredictability rather than pure bulk and strength allows him to spring right back onto his feet without pause, aiming an uppercut right at cunning's jaw on his way back up. ]
[Oh fuck. The fist connects with Cunning's jaw right about the point that his knee comes up to try and catch Majima in the ribs on his way back up to get him to back up. His own fist is immediately moving for a jab to counter that uppercut as well, shifting back to regain his footing.]
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[Please don't call Majima a chicken, Cunning.] Make it a fair fight and all.
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he shrugs off his blazer and throws it aside—all the better to maintain his full range of movement. the smile on his face slowly begins to morph into a wild grin the more time goes by. ]
We ain't allowed to kill each other, so why don't we make it fun? When ya think about it that way, we can go all out, Cunning-han.
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You're not afraid of a challenge, huh? I can get behind that. [Hm...] Gloves off then.
[With that, he's just...shrugging out of his god robes, revealing a long-sleeved shirt and jeans under them. And also chuck taylors because that's absolutely how fighting works. God. Okay. He's also...reaching for his mask.]
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This stays between you and me though. [The demasking, he means. He doesn't give a fuck if Majima tells people they fought.]
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(that's a lie. he wouldn't have.) ]
I mean, glove's stayin' on for me, that's the whole point of this. [ he pounds his gauntlet-clad fist into his other hand. ] Ya better put your money where your mouth is!
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Figure of speech, man. [Give him a moment to slide into a fighting stance.] Come at me then. [Or not, because Cunning immediately moves in for a strike.]
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I know—ya ever heard of a joke?
[ and as soon as cunning lunges at him, majima bares his teeth in excitement, because this is exactly what he's been missing while he's been here. sure, finding family and romance has been nice, but he's been craving a proper brawl like this for ages. he dodges out of the way and pulls his gloved fist back to try and sucker punch his divine opponent. ]
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A real challenge.] That glove's not just for show, is it? [He's closing in for another swing. Please just hit him, Majima.]
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[ rather than stepping to the side to avoid cunning's attack, this time majima drops his entire body weight to the point where he's just above being prone to the ground. years of focusing his combat style on agility and unpredictability rather than pure bulk and strength allows him to spring right back onto his feet without pause, aiming an uppercut right at cunning's jaw on his way back up. ]
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