Kill so hard

With his back still to Kouha the knife came at him. However moments before it touched him it stopped mid-air. It then floated around to be caught in Belphegor’s hand. After a twirl of it he turned, fully facing the large sword wielder. The prince couldn’t be hit with his own attack.

“Hahh.” He would have to actually try if he was to take on this opponent  No more messing around, playing to throw away time. That would be fun, though he was more intent on sticking to the statement that it would be a waste of his time. “Effort would make this into a real fight, I can’t do that before I see this trial system, since I always fight to kill.”

Raising his hand to look at the scar he inflicted on his own, it's cut deep and the liquid continued to reel down his arm. A smile had appeared on his features and even a flush of red appearing on his cheeks, maybe he was truly different from what he liked-- from what he enjoyed. Things like pain and suffering always made him happy and if he was able to cause himself this type of grand delight, he was more than happy. Now turning his attention back to the other before placing his weapon back on his back like per usual.

❝Trial system? Oh those things, they look like fun. I haven't been to one but I wonder how much fear is placed on a person's face when they're afraid of being caught.❞ Though he had seen it all before, in his life, as to much that he could remember, he was usually the one who caught said person and every time a look of pain shrouded a person's face, he was quite alright.

“No one tells me what to do.” Untrue. Xanxus ordered them around like dogs, but if he said only one person could do so then it left an opening. Though if he had met his boss then no insult would be given, for that man could turn anything and anyone into ash. Even those who claimed to be gods.

“Your stench is unbearable.” Bel walked away to put some distance between the two. 

While still facing the other way he sent out another knife, this one covered in flames and making its way to the loudmouth. Someone outside of their world shouldn’t be able to see the flames, so he wondered if he’d catch it again. If so it should do then just burn the skin, as these types of flames were made to decay. It would, at least, sap some energy.

❝I'm telling you what to do because you will not touch me however you want and I see you obeyed my command, how good of you.❞ Although, even as close at they were had the other made a comment about the shorter, how rude. He didn't have a smell on him in the slightest, how typical. Those prince's who believed that they were a part from the rest by every thing they could state. It only brought him to give a sigh. Watching him walk away had the male kept his eyes on him, he knew not to let anything he did to happen.

Not being able to see the flames didn't mean he didn't know something was there, his eyes taking in what seemed like a small light. Nothing but Rukh lightly fluttering about in the air towards him. A great capacity of golden white shaped birds of energy quickly making their way right where Kouha stood, the dagger was then analyzed before he quickly reached behind his back to grab his own casual sized sword, and placing it right in front of him.

Allowing the knife to collide against his weapon, near the hilt did a symbol slowly appear against the blade, it glowing green showing that something was ready to happen. Moments wait had the crimson haired male knocked whatever the attack was back towards the other with a shift of his blade. Now the other wouldn't have believed Kouha to be that easy?

Even if his sword did contain a good amount of heat stored inside from taking it in, he slowly shifted open his hand that gripped the bandages around it's hilt, seeing that his hand was slightly burned. Well, that wasn't what he wanted. Raising his hand to slowly lick at the wound that was caused by the use of his own weapon had he gave a thought towards the other.

“Hm.” That was his only reply to the other’s first statement. Anything more and he would either be insulting or bragging, neither of which seemed worth his time. 

Now he was asking for a prize, Did he honestly except a prince to hand things out? However this was an opening to make contact which would allow perfect aim. Even if he was not looking for a fight he couldn’t pass such an opportunity up, especially if he continued to be annoyed by this one.

❝No one said you could touch me, now did they. Watch where you place your hands.❞ He didn't care who this person was but he knew that were going to show him respect, one way or another. Looking up at the male as he looked off to the side where he threw the previous dagger, he wondered what type of prince would carry such a miniature version of a sword. Or maybe he just couldn't carry such heavy things, how weak.

That was no good. Worse than no good; that was useless.

“Of course I do. I’m a prince after all~” This one was annoying, but interesting as well. What a nice subject for his first interaction. And while he did not speak of his intentions or methods often, as those things were best kept to oneself, he could not have the other thinking he was such a poor shot. “It was only a small test.”

❝How wonderful, it would have been sad if you couldn't hit a target correctly.❞ Also, it would have been boring, to find someone worthy of his time and having such gruesome aim would have been rather unsettling, he wouldn't known what to have done about him. Probably left him alone to think about how sorry he was at throwing such an item, that sounded about correct. Now, the thing about this whole ordeal was the fact he was dealing with another Prince. He could tell that they couldn't have came from the same place, the way he went about things was hardly classy.

Annoyance. That was the first feeling to make an appearance in the prince when he woke up in this school. To be caught off guard in such a manner was surely embarrassing and would tarnish his reputation if anyone ever learned of it. It was made worse when added with the fact that he had only come here out of curiosity. Since he did not intend to stay he stated he would return to the base soon.

Keeping his word was not a concern but if the boss had wished for him to be there and he wasn’t… What a scary thought.

However upon learning that they were there to kill each other he became overjoyed. He could easily excuse his presence by saying he came here for that reason. And killing… Well, he was a hitman. It was just in his blood to kill.

“How fun…~”

Not much had been done by the prince since his arrival, mostly due to the lack of a will to do anything. However today was a new day and he awoke with the urge to play. Maybe not kill, since a trial was already on its way, but there was so much worse things to do someone than to end their life.

The second floor would be his hunting ground today. It did just open up, so people were bound to wander up here. And the first person he saw would have a knife thrown at them, just so he could see what kind of person they were. If it wasn’t dodged then it would only be a shallow wound.

He was a bit keen though on finding something for his sister, surely she would want to indulge in something? One step after the other, he began to wonder if the hall had anything to offer, so with a turn had he continued searching. Eyes closed as a tassel of red locks was thrown behind his shoulder, he made a small hum to himself as he walked. Not many people were up around the area and he could only wonder why, but luckily that meant he didn't have to deal with such foolish people. Sometimes they did things to get under his skin, and if they weren't in pain, then he wasn't happy at all.

A small sigh as the male had slowly came to a stop, for some reason, his brow was raised as he slowly opened his eyes and stood in place. It was funny, he didn't see anything but with a raise of his hand had he grabbed some sort of item with ease and as he took a glance at it, was he enthused to find that it was a dagger. So someone behind him knew how to have fun? Well, that was a first, twirling the item in his hand before throwing it against a nearby wall had Kouha placed both hands on his hips.