A strange white haired boi
Hoh?
"...Is that so?" He didn't even raise a brow at the beast-girl's remark. Whoever... no, whatever that man was, he had a strange inhuman air to him. "I'll let you in on a little something cutie. Real life... it's not like boxing. The man who gets beat down isn't the loser. The guy who can't tough it out to the end, he's the one who loses. And the game ain't over till either side's down for good."
He smiled and looked down at the arena. No, looking wasn't quite right, his eyes were closed.
"Eh? Don't ya think? Vanilla-ice."
Grave
He just looked up at the soaring flame. Clenching his fist, no.... trembling, he clenched his teeth and looked away. That girl.... branding him with defeat like this. He cursed himself, cursed the heart that he only claimed through underhanded tricks and ridicule. He cursed his weakness. But despite that...
"I will cherish it."
He overcame.
...
Red bubbles were popping out of his blade. All of a sudden, it wiggled and shimmered, and a grating noise invaded his sensitive ears.
"Yawn... oh, wassup? I was just takin' a little nap."
With a sigh, he closed his eyes and took a step towards the exit, swinging the blade back to his back. "Let's go, we have no business here."
"Oh? Woah woah! We're leaving already!? I haven't even gotten to bury my hilt in the middle of a cutie's chest! Arghhhh! Wait, don't tell me.... What's with your body!? Oh, oh! I see! You lost to that brat so now you're all flustered."
And all of a sudden, a most strange reaction occurred. The dark, menacing knight of corpses... blushed. His ears were all red, and he immediately turned in an almost adorable way towards his weapon. "No! I did not! You will take it back!" He shouted in embarrassment, which threw the blade in a fit of hysteria.
"Hyahyahyaaaa! Or else whaaaaaaat? Hihihi, I bet you looked hella cute with your face in the dirt!"
A chilling bloodcurdling killing intent burst from the knight, and darkness overtook the arena. His eyes glowed like embers, and the next thing the audience knew, he was grabbing the sword and giving it a merciless noogie, rubbing his fist on its flat end so hard it looked like either his fist or the sword would catch fire!
"Why you... shut up! Shut up shut up shut up!" His eyes did catch fire, figuratively speaking, and the poor sword protested and cried out for help! What the hell!? Wasn't this place violence free?
What happened to love and peeeeaceeeee!?
"Hyaaaargh!! Ow ow ow! Barbarian! You little rascal! Ow! Ow! Pipsqueak! Villain!" The sword flared up with dark energy in pain and possessed part of Grave's body, forcing him to start pinching himself on the face.
The two started to get in a battle so tangled up that it looked like the two were almost coiling like snakes.
