Heavy Is The Storm

He was struggling to keep himself from slipping. Struggling to see. Struggling in general. The rain and the hail and the mud were making things so very difficult for him. He was inexperienced and couldn't get the upper hand on this guy, and it wasn't until he got knocked in the mouth and fell back into the mud that he was forced to stop as the other guy yelled at him. Trying to catch his breath, Akuma sat there, shaking and breathing hard as he glared daggers at the guy. "You threw a rock at me!" He retorted as he shook mud from his face. "You started it! So yeah, I wanted to kick your ass for that!" He snarled, hackles raised as he prepared for another assault, but...his legs were shaking too much since he felt soaked to the bone. His teeth were chattering and he was starting to violently shiver. "I'll kick your ass later, it's too cold and wet for this!"

He got up and went to move under the tree that Ravage was initially under before this whole thing started. He shook off as much water off his coat as he could before sitting down, throwing a dirty look at Ravage. "Unless you know how to make a fire or somethin' then I think you should go somewhere else." Sure, the other guy was here first, but Akuma was stubborn and after that embarrassing shit, he was in no way going to back down. At this point, he was desperately trying to save face.

WC: 1527/1500