I'm bringin' sexy back
Them other fuckers don't know how to act
Them other fuckers don't know how to act
Your enemies aren't gonna shoot the shit, Kaisel. If it wasn't clear from the choice of table, this is srs shit.
"More worried you'll take out your eye with that toothpick," Koa taunts back, grinning as he watches Kaisel rub the wound. An abrupt shift and the glint of metal has him looking down; the knife spins rapidly between them, but it'll take more than that cheap tricks to get the best of the Dragoon. Though Kaisel is quick, Koa has to give him that - he's always been the more agile of the two, and Koa takes a millisecond to be impressed by his abrupt speed.
No more time, though, because the boy is upon him, his trajectory abbreviated and redirected as he hurtles himself from the wall. Koa's already assumed a defensive position, knees bent and wrapped arms raised to protect his head; as Kaisel spins into his kick he dips and pulls back, avoiding the foot that flies past his face with an appreciative smirk. Then before his cousin can finish the motion Koa's surging forward, closing the gap between himself and Kaisel with a quick one-two jab toward the face.
"Close enough for ya, kiddo?" the older Dragoon smirks, arms now returned to their defensive position, bouncing on the balls of his feet. "The problem with kicks is that they look cool, but leave you wide open. You've always been a flashy fighter - great showmanship value in the underground ring, but conservation of energy and protecting your face mean a helluva lot more in a real brawl."
"More worried you'll take out your eye with that toothpick," Koa taunts back, grinning as he watches Kaisel rub the wound. An abrupt shift and the glint of metal has him looking down; the knife spins rapidly between them, but it'll take more than that cheap tricks to get the best of the Dragoon. Though Kaisel is quick, Koa has to give him that - he's always been the more agile of the two, and Koa takes a millisecond to be impressed by his abrupt speed.
No more time, though, because the boy is upon him, his trajectory abbreviated and redirected as he hurtles himself from the wall. Koa's already assumed a defensive position, knees bent and wrapped arms raised to protect his head; as Kaisel spins into his kick he dips and pulls back, avoiding the foot that flies past his face with an appreciative smirk. Then before his cousin can finish the motion Koa's surging forward, closing the gap between himself and Kaisel with a quick one-two jab toward the face.
"Close enough for ya, kiddo?" the older Dragoon smirks, arms now returned to their defensive position, bouncing on the balls of his feet. "The problem with kicks is that they look cool, but leave you wide open. You've always been a flashy fighter - great showmanship value in the underground ring, but conservation of energy and protecting your face mean a helluva lot more in a real brawl."
Koa Carpenter
If that's your girl, better watch your back
'Cause she'll burn it up for me, and that's a fact
'Cause she'll burn it up for me, and that's a fact
