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Leave a “Fight Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble out my character fighting with/or against yours.

"So... You can't be takin' a li'l harsh humour, eh, amigo?" Cortez taunted as he jabbed his sword towards Bandit, who barely jumped out of the way in time. "C'mon now, boy- use that sword! I didn't go an' give it t' ya jus' so you could be pussy-footin' round me!"

"You're made of fucking bones! What good will it be to stab you?!" Bandit cried back, dodging Cortez's prods as he awkwardly tried to balance the saber in his own hands. "This wasn't what I had in mind when I said I wanted to fight you!"

"A real man can be fightin' with whatever he be given, amigo!"

Bandit growled under his breath as Cortez continued to taunt him from across the deck; this game of revenge was slowly growing more and more irritating, but by this point, it would be cowardice to back down from the fight.

In desperation, he managed to make up a hasty plan, which he put into action by jabbing to the left of Cortez. Once the pirate went to doge, he swooped in, round-kicking his spine bits and scattering the bottom few across the deck. Much to both of their surprises, Cortez lost his balance and fell hard backwards. Stealing the opportunity, Bandit stabbed the saber through Cortez's chest and lodged it into the floorboards of the deck.

Cortez looked at it, with wide eyes for a minute, before wrapping his fingers around it with a grin.