A kick in the teeth is good for some. [OPEN.]

[bondsoflove]

Who: Anyone who wants a bit of rough-and-tumble with a pissy teenage ninja, and said pissy teenage ninja. 
When: September 26th, around 5 PM 
Where: The beach, district 4
Summary: Sparring! Sasuke needs to train and you're as good a punching bag as any.
Warnings: Violence and language.

Alone, Sasuke moved through chakra-molding exercises first, then a slow kata to warm up his muscles. It was soothing, but stupidly easy; he itched under his skin, craving a real, solid fight. Sparring against Ino had intensified that desire, but it hadn't been enough to slake it; he wanted to let his fists fly, work up a sweat, and leave the beach exhausted and sore. 

Too many nights since he'd gotten here, he'd had enough energy to dream. 

Putting out a call to the entirety of the Port should give him at least one opponent worth fighting. And if it didn't, perhaps he'd stay out after dark, and see how the chidori stood up against the monsters.

Comments

[the_dead_pool2]

"What, you saying you suck so bad you can't do both?!"

The clang of steel on steel was a nice sound. Very appropriately badass sounding in his opinion. He pushes the thrust aside with one, so it glances his arm, and proceeds to go for a downward slash with his other sword. He would give emo-boy one thing, the kid had good instincts of what to do.

[bondsoflove]

"Ch."

The taunting was cheap, so Sasuke ignored it. Anything he had to prove here, he could do with his fists or Kusanagi.

He rolled out of the way of the slash and paused to kick backwards, balancing on his palms. A burst of chakra to his legs gave him extra force--hopefully, he'd land a hit, and a painful one.

[the_dead_pool2]

The kick was painful, and knocked him back a bit, disengaging the swords. He got his balance back quickly, and moved the blades around experimently. He'd be healed in another couple of seconds, nullifying any lasting damage.

"Not bad, but you could do better. I mean I realize that listening to my chemical romance takes up some of your time, but come on, step it up."

[bondsoflove]

"Your chemical what?"

The guy apparently was not going to shut up. This time he rose to the bait, cheap as it was; the implication that he was inferior made his lip twitch into a snarl.

He rolled himself forward and poured lightning chakra over the handle of the chokuto and around the blade, sharpening and elongating it. Electricity crackled and heated the air around them as he made another swing.

[the_dead_pool2]

"Oh come on, you know it."

Nevermind the fact that there were plenty of different worlds and people. Words just sort of came out, there wasn't much which actually shut him up for long, a rare occurence. His moniker was after all merc with a mouth.

"Better."

He commented as he flipped back and dodged the blade. So apparently he had some electricity or something? Either way, things had been taken up a notch. Without missing a beat he went for a slide tackle with blades still drawn.

[bondsoflove]

"No. I don't."

The patronizing tone to Deadpool's voice amped up the tension and made Sasuke angrier, which he channeled into the fight. He was always better when he was pissed off, anyway.

He sprung backwards and into the air, out of the reach of the blades, and elongated Kusanagi again. Another swipe, this time towards the neck--he had told Sasuke to try and kill him.