You Lie Like A Rug [Trespasser]

His loss was semantics. Purely semantics as the other boy limped away with a sour look on his face. Even as his ribs bruised and every inhale he took was now accompanied by a wheeze, Gil smirked. It wasn't long until Hattori and Pyralis untangled themselves and proved that once again, the Pirates needed some practice. Letting his ears flick back for a moment as he assessed the situation, Gil's attention turned toward the Kaicho who quickly addressed him.

Whatever was coming next would surely be justified. As losing hadn't been enough, but - OH. A loud yelp screeched from his lips as his fangs flipped down. Feeling the excruciating crunch of his ankle as the larger man swiftly broke it, Gil scuttled back toward Pyralis as best as he could. Clamping his eyes closed so he wouldn't pass out, he inhaled as deep as his bruised ribs would let him before coming back to reality.

Leaving sounded like a splendid plan, but like Pyralis, Gil would never be opposed to a brawl. Flicking his goat-like gaze between the Sin and the Kaicho, his judgment got the best of him. "Maybe next time you can remove his manhood, but probably best we make our leave," he rumbled under his breath as he rested his broken ankle closer to his chest.

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