Highwayman

   Being slammed against the table again was enough to warn Zero of how much strength Ashura has. As well as knock the wind out of him. ”If you’re looking for a fight, you might want to think twice for once.” The outlaw gripped at the table’s edge.

     His grip remains tight, chest heaving as he breathes heavily      from the frustration. In and out his breaths go and he tries to      calm himself but it’s not working. Not as he’s looking at Zero’s      face, this tormentor he’s had to deal with for so long with a fuse      so little. Surprising he’s managed as long as he has but this time      he’s snapped.

“You,” 

     He slams him against the table again before yanking him up to his      feet, allowing his forehead to press to the outlaw’s.

   No move was made to struggle, or even move for that matter. Zero stayed perfectly still, but a knowing smirk played dangerously on his lips. “Temper, temper…” He mocked all too calm, aware of the several eyes from those aiding with the clean up in the mess hall stared at the pair, alarmed.

     He’s pissed. Unamused at the outlaw’s actions and it’s      finally snapped him. Brought out a side he didn’t want to      be shown but of course, that’d be brought out with this      little shit. Teeth grit against each other, fingers balled tight      in the fabric of the man’s shawl and he lifts him up only to      slam him back into the table. 

     He’s aware of the eyes that are on them, cares little whether      he’s seen pinning this man and giving him what for. Ashura      is tired, sick of being Zero’s little play thing and half of him      says to give Zero back what he’s been doing, ten fold.

     Of course. Of course the other was going to be like this.      He should’ve known. He really should’ve. But the snap      of those teeth near his ear push him over the edge, making      a hand lash out to grab hold of the outlaw’s front and and shove      him against the table’s surface, effectively letting the elder stand      up and pin Zero down. There’s no lie that the adventurer is red in      the face, and whether is from being flustered or some sort of      anger, who knows. A huff is made, eyes narrowing as stares at      the outlaw.