[Training] Jigsaw, I got 'em puzzled, got 'em a bit lost

If I asked would you come and fight with me?

Whether he can or can't be, Danta does seem to be rather serious. That, or he's fully committed to pretending to be, stuffing theater into theocrat. Grateful that his strike cuts off wherever else Danta's sentence might have gone, Kaisel is not without new problems. He winces as he pulls his hand away from his shoulder, the freshly raw skin there complaining at any touch, even air, but he's got to grab the returning chakram. Freshly painted red, the weapon is ready and willing in his grip, seeming to answer Danta just fine. His other shoulder tucks in tighter against his body, guarding against future pain as best it can.

Unseated as he is by the idea that Danta might be inclined to fuck him, and more wary than ever about letting Danta get anywhere behind him, Kaisel turns steadily with the ancient as their ring flickers around them. "Well, not exactly," he huffs out, looking briefly like a pufferfish in response to the thread of laughter. As fire snaps out, Kaisel wheels his chakram around like a makeshift shield, ducking behind it and the motion of its block as he steps back suddenly. "Yeah, but!" he cries out, frustration steadily seeping in amid the audacity. How isn't this clear to Danta?

Glancing over the edge of his chakram as he resets his stance and draws his fists back closer to his face, Kaisel slowly presses in on the space between him and Danta. "Sex still requires attraction," he reasons, brows lifting with expected agreement on that point. He knows that just having sex doesn't mean you love the person, but there's still a connection happening. "Once you fall in love, nothing else is as attractive as them. What is there to desire, beyond them? They're everything, that's why you love them." He feigns a strike with his chakram, only to tilt into it and plant on one leg, the other sweeping out to kick at Danta's leg.

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4/4

Blocks the fire with the chakram, then steps in and feints a strike only to kick out.

Kaisel

It's not just our moment, it's our destiny

open hand or closed fist would be fine

Had Kai voiced those concerns, Danta might have been able to put him at ease(??) by assuring him that he does not need to be behind him for them to fuck. Alas, perhaps it's something they can discover together in future endeavours - or not, as it happens, when the other man starts on his new tirade. Frowning only a touch to see his fire blocked out by the chakram, the Maverick rolls to his feet with all the predatory grace of a big cat, watching for his next move.

"Right," he says on the sex --> attraction part of this calculation, only for his expression to suddenly drop into something that, for a second, comes quite close to offended, before the mask is drawn firmly back into place. "So you're saying I don't love Asta, because I still have physical desires." Clearly Kai has caught on a burr in Danta's devil-may-care exterior, because he falls for the feint like it's been rehearsed. The soldier's leg sweeps out and the world disappears from beneath his feet, slamming him flat on his back in their makeshift arena.

The fire he conjures this time isn't as refined as the whipcrack from before, roaring forth in a plume intended to drive Kai back and away. "I'm done fighting," he decides, the ring around them snuffing out to leave little more than a black outline of soot. "It was a pleasure to be educated by you, Kai."

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4/4 Danta falls for the feint and falls flat on his back, then retaliates with a plume of fire to drive Kai backwards.

Dantalion

the blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine

If I asked would you come and fight with me?

"Errr," is about all he manages in immediate response, because when framed like that, it sure seems so. Even if it hadn't been the path his thoughts had gone to, wanting nothing more than Danta to just not want to fuck Flora, the calculations add up to that answer. It furrows his features into a new line of concentration even as Danta goes down, and admittedly he does not know the couple nearly well enough to accurately argue against that point. Maybe Danta doesn't, for all Kaisel knows.

"Well—isn't he enough for you?" Kaisel shouts, the end of the question trailing high into a yelp as fire reaches up suddenly, forcing the soldier to dance back. The leg he withdraws from the kick is an angry shade of red, skin screaming at the sudden heat. He grits his teeth together, breath tight against the pain that throbs in tempo with his pulse, which is annoyingly fast after all the activity.

Standing taller as the arena snuffs out, Kaisel regards the Maverick with a wariness he can't completely shake, but has lost some of its edge through the brawl. He licks at his lips, the awkwardness little improved even if the initial anger is, though something more has soured clearly. Snorting at the 'education' he provided, Kaisel huffs out, "I have healing water." This is still one of Flora's friends after all, and much as this knowledge affects his ease with that relationship, at least Danta offered some understanding that he'd wield his dick at most anyone, not just Flora, which is...better???

Backing up to his bag, he slides the bloody weapon into it and pulls out the water, shaking it in offering to Danta. "You should consider a manicure soon, by the way," he adds, thoughts drifting to the secret Flora told him, wondering if perhaps that might resolve this problem entirely.

Kaisel

It's not just our moment, it's our destiny

open hand or closed fist would be fine

"What does my libido have anything to do with how I feel about him?" Climbing to his feet with much less grace than before, it circles right back to that sex is the same as love point that he'd accused Kaisel of not seconds ago. Danta doesn't feel about anyone else on the planet the way he does about the butcher, no matter how many holes he puts his dick in. Evidently though, he's already been tried, judged and executed on that point, and he's waving away the healing water as he brushes off his clothes.

"Keep it," he mutters, tone clipped despite the blood dripping freely down his arm. Feeling bruised from much more than the brief sparring match, the Maverick is turning away to lose himself back in the crowds when Kai's final comment hits his ears. Utterly confused by it and glancing down at his (perfectly acceptable, thank you) nails, he pulls a face and glares over his shoulder at the other man. "Go fuck yourself!" he snaps, muttering about soldiers and their audacity and promptly disappearing down the steps to the Last Whisper.

~FIN

Dantalion

the blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine