戦争主

She had known he was there, of course, far before he’d done anything. The idiot yakuza’s steps were hardly soft or quiet, after all. Still, in all honestly, she had been caught by surprise. She hadn’t been expecting that. Truly, surely, he had to be completely inane. A stupid boy who certainly must have a death wish.

She spun on a dime as soon as she felt the fabric leave her back. He hadn’t even finished speaking yet; not that she was really listening to whatever useless, stupid drivel was likely spewing from his mouth. His voice was automatically filtered out by the idiocy filters in her mind, after all.

Her leg drew a roundhouse, the hard heel of her shoe flying upwards in a swift, wide arc and crashing down to collide hard into his head with a loud, resounding crack. And when he staggered and fell to the ground, likely to cry or nurse his well-deserved wounds, the swordswoman stepped up after him, kicking him onto his back and stomping her heel square into his chest.

{{ ♟ }} –- “Good morning, Kuzuryuu-san.” She replied to his greeting, surprisingly enough, though her expression and tone were a far reach from being a warm welcome. “Isn’t it a bit early in the morning for you to be harassing girls? I suppose an imbecile like you hasn’t the mental capacity to show some self-restraint like a decent human being. Perhaps I am expecting too much of you.”

The yakuza flashed a wide grin even as he fell to the ground, one laced with an air of his usual haughty attitude and a scoff slipped from between his teeth as he lay below her. 

He would normally be angry, of course. Under normal circumstances he would be absolutely fuming if this fucking bimbo had so much as looked at him inappropriately, but today he found it to be rather amusing, even it meant his cheek was going to swell and sting for a few days (she could be sure that her superiors would be giving her shit about that later as well). 

Besides, with him on the ground as he was, the swordswoman’s heel digging painfully into his chest, he now had a perfect view below her skirt. And he was even more sure that that wasn’t an accident on her part.

— ♔ — ❝ An’ I see you haven’t learned t’ turn it down with your fucking aggression still, huh? You know yer gonna get into some real shit if y’ make me lose a tooth or break a bone, yeah? ❞

He chuckled as he answered, shoving her leg off to the side and propping himself up on an arm as he continued, lifting a hand to wiggle his pinky in her direction.