You Lie Like A Rug [Trespasser]

Cowardly? What a sorry assumption. A coward would’ve tucked tail and ran the moment they’d realized they were outsized. The pirate’s sheer bulk did nothing to faze him, and if it meant he had to be quick on his feet, he’d make to to stretegically bring the man down. There were ways to fight without having the natural gift of bulk. Truthfully, the man wasn’t even surprised when the calico brute spun to face him, evading the kick. But the shoulder check Usagi carried on with had hit, likely leaving a fat bruise on the male’s chest.

Though the man typically avoided using teeth at all costs, he reserved that ideaology for spars and friendly fights - but as this was not a spar, nor a friendly fight, but rather, teaching these fools a lesson, a flash of white emerged from the bunny-tailed warrior’s maw. Just as the pirate reached down from their collision to grab his scruff, he felt the scraping of teeth graze the back of his neck, feeling the beads of blood emerge.

If the pirate wanted a face-on fight, he had one. Quickly dipping his head, Usagi aimed to pivot his body around in a sort of half-somersault motion - twisting his body so as to use the full force of his own body weight - shifting it all towards his head as he aimed to snap his jaws and clamp them on the side of the pirate’s neck fur, tugging downwards in an attempt to force his opponent to lose his balance. Either that, or he’d draw some blood. It sucked to be smaller and lighter - but when you had to deal with this your whole life, you learned to adapt. Just as his tooth-less combat style now demanded the use of his jaws. Defending Tojo-kai wasn’t something he’d hold out on, and his deadpan expression barely contained the fury of his movements - quick, fierce.

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