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YOLF:
Zhang Liu
On some level, he could admire the audacity it took to simply stroll in here after killing Jonathan in a duel with no audience nor record, admitting to the act in the same breath as he praised his own victory. Was that not the substance of this elegy? Vega scolded them for praising a singular quality of the dead man, but might as well have admitted that strength was the only one he himself valued, and Jonathan's merits were only great by how they had given him sport.
A lie, Zhang Liu thought. He would not easily swallow that this man, so concerned with cultivating his own appearance, was dedicated solely to the virtue of strength. Few were. Perhaps it was a convenient excuse, or one of many layers that he did not care nor have the ability to peel back. Either way, Vega had a face of steel. How else could he offer these prayers so bluntly?
The Source-Melting Hand felt his chest tighten when Sethrol emanated a flood of his true power, but scoffed pleasantly at how the elder handled the other man. It was a reaction without thought, but the next instant, his footing felt unsteady. Stabbing the shovel into the soft soil, Zhang Liu watched the two, reeling close his startled senses.
Sethrol wasn't in the habit of releasing his strength for threats. Zhang, the more belligerent of the two, hadn't even raised his fists to the assassin yet.
Panda:
Nanako
Nanako's ears perked up when she heard the familiar voice, the squirrel girl turning on her heel to face Vega. Her eyes narrowed and she started walked towards him, but Sethrol got to him first. Nanako paused mid-step as his sheer aura hit her, her eyes widening as the older man closed the distance and sent a powerful blow Vega's way. Teetering for a moment as she stood there on one foot before putting the other down and staring the blonde down despite the height difference.
"Why?" was all she asked. It was all she wanted to know, in this moment.
Kotomine_Rin:
Vega
WOOOSH!!!
His hand was already raised when he held the cross. The two blows immediately crossed, and Sethrol's force shifted away from him. And yet-
"Kh...I'll keep that in mind, old man."
Despite their difference in speed, the sneering matador was only able to mitigate some of the brunt, ripping his sleeve and exposing his swollen skin and muscle. Sethrol's attack hurt. The genuine hate he held back escaped his glare for a moment, but he laughed it off all too soon. Suddenly, Vega snapped his fingers fabulously and pointed to the squirrel girl. Even ignoring the pain of his left forearm.
"Isn't it obvious, Nanako? He was quite adamant after challenging me so boldly, it's like he wanted to skewer and concuss me! I suppose that passion of his fired me up a little, so I accepted his full might in kind." He lowered his hand grimly for a moment, this time addressing the others. "But make no mistake: I didn't expect him to fall there and then. It was a valuable lesson, life is a fragile thing, even a fist can end it if it hits the right spot. I'm surprised you are so outraged, should I have let him impale me a few times to make a point? That doesn't seem right, Mr. Teacher.'
He shrugged. It was natural for such injuries to happen in street fights. Even a simple punch can kill if it lands right, every fighter knows that much. It was Jonathan's choice as well to fight with nothing held back, why should Vega have done any less? He had given him plenty of chances. Not that they'd have helped.
"It's your fault too, Sethrol. You never did teach him how to flee, did you?"
yinsukin:
Sethrol
The fist sunk into his body and the old man heard the familiar sound of bone pressuring bone. Those sounds in the past were terrifying, exhilarating, a sign of damage to oneself or others. The more experience he had with it, the more he began to truly understand how horrible the sensation of damaging another was. However, in this moment, there was little that could compare to the sense of satisfaction that washed over Sethrol.
A single exhausted breath left Sethrol's lips. The tense striations in his muscles faded into a more smooth but wrinkly quality of an old man. The aura around him faded as well. For a moment, he stared at the masked performer.
"I wish I was his teacher longer," Sethrol said, staring at the body being handled by Zhang. "It is precisely because our culture is so violent that we must learn to respect one another in battle. If you were truly strong, he wouldn't have needed to die."
Panda:
Nanako
The squirrel girl watched as Sethrol clashed with Vega for a moment, her tail stock still behind her as she frowned. It really didn't make sense for him to come here, and even less to all but invite Sethrol to take a swing at him. Nanako relaxed slightly as Sethrol's aura faded, but went quiet as Vega spoke. The squirrel girl's eyes narrowed, Nanako striding right up to him, her tail swishing furiously behind her.
"I'm sure that bull wanted to skewer you just as badly, and you managed to stop back then," she shot back, her eyes bright and hard as she stared up at the man, "So what made sparing him harder?"
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