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When; October 7, night
Rating; PG13
Characters; King Bradley/Wrath

a_roving_eye and Hibari Kyouya

nami_is_great
Summary; Bradley faces a Hibari in the woods. Hijinx ensue.
Log;
Bradley was calmly sitting against a nearby tree when Hibari arrived. His eyes were closed as his head tilted toward the night sky, a serene look on his face.

"It would seem this world is no less filled with fools than the last," he sighed, rising to his feet and setting his swords on his back, "This will at least help me cool down from the earlier fight I had. Against a true warrior, not a child with ego."

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Approaching him from behind, Hibari ignored whatever foolish words the herbivore spat at him and removed his tonfa from their resting place. Hopefully this wouldn’t be over too quickly. Hibari was looking for a challenge before bedtime.

“There is no child here. Just me and a stupid dog looking to get bitten to death. Now shut up and fight,” he ordered before rushing towards the man without any further warning.

"Your insults are as baseless and vulgar as your fighting style. I'll try not to kill you for wasting my time."

Hibari's charge was met half-way, as Wrath suddenly appeared to his side lashing out slowly with a single saber.

"Your movements are slow, child."

The saber managed to slice his side a bit, tearing through the shirt and leaving a thin trail of blood. Hibari’s lips curved into a grin, unmindful of the gash. That was a good sign this would turn out to be an interesting fight.

“Fast,” he deadpanned before causing the spikes to rise up along the sides of his tonfa. “But still too weak.”

He rushed towards the old man again, faster than before, swinging out the twin edges of his tonfa with the intention of burying the spikes in each of his sides.

Rather than avoiding, Wrath rushed into the attack, using two of his sword scabbards to stop the swings partway through their arc.

"Did I not tell you, already?" he asked, snapping a kick upward to try and tag the boy in the chin, "This is pointless. You don't have the experience, speed, or finesse to destroy me."

He rolled out to the side and came up at the ready, blades crossed in front of him.

“You talk too much,” Hibari shot back before crouching a bit, lowering his upper body to avoid the blades for his next attack.

One arm remained extended as he rushed again towards the older man as fast as he could. He bluntly dragged the tonfa across his stomach as soon as he was close enough, letting spikes rip through his skin.

"Harming yourself?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow, "Foolish. Any move that requires you to sacrice yourself is foolhardy, at best. You only hasten your defeat."

He maintained a defensive stance, awaiting what new attack Hibari would use.

Hibari swung outwards again repeatedly from both sides, aiming for the older man’s rib cage, eyes narrowed as he refused to allow himself to be wounded again. He’d already suffered one defeat in the past, and that would remain his only one.

“You’re still talking too much. I’ll fix that.”

Wrath sensed the move coming and suddenly dropped down, rolling backward and springing off the ground with his hands. He landed several meters away and removed his swords, stabbing each into the earth.

"I've reassessed. It looks like I don't need these, after all," he said, cracking his knuckles, "I wouldn't give you the honor of a taste of these blades."

He dashed forward, clearing the gap in split second and firing a rabbit punch through his defenses.

“You’re underestimating me, then,” Hibari retorted, ducking below the punch and moving out of the way fast enough to ram his tonfa hard into the man’s back, fixed on getting a good hit in.

“One,” he counted off before turning around and hitting him with the other tonfa, “two.” He sprung to the air to deliver a third blow to the man’s head, bringing his tonfa downwards quickly.

Wrath turned with the blows, allowing them to strike where he wished. The back attack was blocked by his fixed scabbards, the second avoided, and the third attack was intercepted, Wrath grabbing the young boy's arm.

"This is pointless. Defeating me isn't possible with such attacks. My Ultimate Eye sees your moves before you use them, allowing me to react to them even before they occur."

He tensed his shoulder to hurl Hibari by his arm.

His opponent was strong which made this all the more fun for Hibari even as he was thrown onto the ground. He could feel the bones in his body protest even as blood dripped his limbs as a certain excitement started to build. He hadn’t faced anyone this strong in a long time.

Ignoring the man’s words, he sought to move faster than what prediction dictated, pushing his body passed its limits as he swung out again.

Wrath pushed his hand into his pocket and slipped on a small, brass-knuckle type of device. As the blow came, Wrath chose to parry the blow, redirecting it toward the ground as he came in to deliver a knee to the boy's chin.

The pain burst beneath his face, but Hibari refused to grant the man the pleasure of watching him wince. He slid cold eyes towards him, face showing no suffering as he pushed himself off the ground he’d fallen against.

Spitting blood out, he stood on strained legs before striking out again, relentless in his pursuit. He wouldn’t lose no matter what.

As usual, Wrath evaded the blow. This was becoming tedious, this dog/boy. He slipped around to Hibari's side and aimed a sweep at his lower legs, aiming to take him down.

If he fell, he was prepared to follow up with a sternum strike to knock the wind out of him.

"Concede and spare yourself the pain of continuing."

“No,” Hibari replied abruptly even as he doubled over and bled onto the ground. His eyes still remained as fierce as ever, knowing their had to be some way to defeat the older man. He’d rather walk away dead than having lost.

Extending his hand again, he barreled towards his opponent, ignoring the sudden pain that surged through his shoulder to attempt another hit.

Wrath side-stepped the attack and dove in to lock an armbar around Hibari's neck. He tensed his muscles, increasing the pressure.

"A whipped dog should know when it is beaten," he whispered into the boy's ear, "You move like someone underwater. Slow and clumsy. Now concede or I shall simply knock you out."

Hibari found it difficult to swallow let alone breathe, every inch of his body screaming at him to stop. He knew he’d broken more than few bones, and if the blurring along the edges of his vision was any indication, he was close to passing out.

Sliding angry eyes towards his opponent, his lips curled into another smirk, promising death to this one. He raised his tonfa again and tried to beat the man in the side of his head.

Wrath's free hand shot up to grasp the weapon. It hurt slightly, but due to the position and diminished leverage of his opponent, it was no more than a light swat.

"Hm...I appreciate your conviction."

He gave a sudden yank upward with his arm, to close off his bloodflor completely, then let him drop.

Crumpling onto the dirt, Hibari’s body refused to move anymore, and he struggled to keep his eyes open, angry with himself that he’d been too weak. He’d underestimated this place too much and the kinds of opponents that were in it.

He’d have to get stronger quickly if he hoped to survive and construct a new Namimori where he could impose his rule once again. This thought kept running through his mind –a new ambition- even as he drifted into unconsciousness, left a bleeding heap on the ground.

Wrath sighed deeply and massaged his temple. This young generation was so vexing at times.

"Very well," he said, picking up the boy and slinging him over his shoulder, then moving off to find medical attention.

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