You Lie Like A Rug [Trespasser]

It had to be by some damn miracle that Usagi won. He was smaller, lighter, and by all means fucked the moment the brute of a pirate snapped his jaws at him. Usagi snarled at the mention of pipsqueak. Taunting your rival was one thing, straight up fouling something out of their control was something of a sore spor for him. His own teeth showed in unbridled rage, his mossy eyes seeing more red than green. His final kick lashed out, hot and fiery, the most charged and furious jab he’d ever attempted on someone. It wasn’t a spar kick. It wasn’t a knock-the-wind-out-of-you kick. No, this was a aim-for-the-ribs-and-break-them kick. He aimed to hurt, hurt and bleed.

Something landed, something made it through to have the Hohei get his victory. But victory came at a cruel, spiteful cost, like venom under a sugary tongue. The calico male’s jaw’s clamped around Usagi’s right ankle, and before he could twist out of the male’s grasp, a sharp snap cracked the wind and the silence. His kick from hell interrupted with an unimaginable, white hot fiery pain that pulsated as he felt the bones in his foot splinter like wood. Usagi, in his speed, was unable to counteract the momentum so quickly, but with teeth so gritted and jaw so tense his tongue bled, he used his three good limbs to barely halt by the pirate, mossy eyes still sharp with pain and hatred all the same. His eye glanced upon his filthy opponent, and with one rage-filled look, Usagi turned his head, spat out the blood that filled his maw, and barely contained the limp he now gained from his hard-fought battle. He knew Hattori all too well. There’d be hell to pay for wounding a Kaicho’s warrior. For now, he hobbled towards Hattori, and only stared down his larger opponent, the one he bested by all means, with the deadliest stare he cluld give anyone. He’d done it. He’d fucking done it.

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