#cebuano!reader

Shhhhickkk!

A sound of metal meeting flesh. You whipped your head to where it came from and see a crescent dagger lodged in the attacker's nape. Alarmed, you looked above you and see him. 

The London vigilante donned with white Egyptian wrappings, a flowing white cape with a hood and glowing white eyes, crescent moon shaped daggers strapped on his chest. 

You wonder how many of those daggers are on his chest.

"Ah..ang Moon Knight.." 'Ah..the Moon Knight..' Sidapa speaks behind you, also looking up at the mummified warrior. 

"Kaila ka niya??" 'You know him?'

"Nganong wala man?" 'Why not?' 

Well you could've at least told me before I started stalking him- was what you wanted to say to the Visayan deity but the Moon Knight hopping down from his ledge made you decide to dwell on that later. 

Before you could even say something Moon Knight interrupts you with a smug, "You're weclome." As he takes the dagger from the now dead man with a sickening squelch. 

Oh so that's how he is. And here you were thinking he could've been at the very least a small-talk-kinda-guy. You weren't expecting him to be a gentleman, no, not after seeing his fighting style and his signature to leave no one alive. But a small part of you wants to believe that he is.

"Didn't need your help in the first place." You retort with a huff, crossing your arms with a hardened gaze at the glowy-eyed vigilante. 

"Hm… are you new to this thing?" "No-" "Your strikes were weak and your footing is not the best, as I've observed." He interrupts before you could continue, his hands seemingly busy with cleaning his daggers. 

Oh this putang ina.

"FYI I've been in this mess for more than 3 years-" "Not a lot of years i-" At his second interruption, you decide to interrupt him too, through unsheathing your 90 cm long gold-in laid steel Kampilan and slashed his chest. Moon Knight was able to parry the attack with his crescent dagger and pushed your forehead with his unoccupied palm.