[closed] hey get your knives out

[apathie]

Who ⬤ Nehan and Soma
What ⬤ A long-awaited knife fight.
When ⬤ Early May.
Where ⬤ In the back alleys, or streets no one visits.
Content Warnings ⬤ Blood and violence, and a whole lot of sexual innuendo. It's literally Nehan and Soma.

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[nehan has the itch to try the weapons he'd been given access to as part of his new rank in the clan, and of course he gravitated to the guns and daggers. and who better to help him out than a known knife enthusiast? he sent out the invitation, waited for the man to come, and the moment he sees soma arrives, he draws his new hunting knife.

it's not as comfortable as his old weapon, but it hasn't been broken in yet, anyway.]

Are you ready? I'm not interested in waiting for longer.

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[trueorder]

Yet you're waiting for me to say, "ready?" [ He presses one hand against his chest, bowing slightly at the waist. ] I appreciate that you're still worried about my consent in the matter, is all.

[ The knife in his hand is not his old one; a shame, he always felt rather comfortable with it in his hand. But this one will do just as well. He turns it a few times, letting the light catch along the blade. ]

And go. [ It is what he says before stepping forward, attempting to cross the distance between them quickly. He swings out with his arm to do a quick cut in the air. ]

[apathie]

[already nehan knows from soma's stance that he's not all talk-- he's experienced, even if he's likely feeling the same pains as nehan is with his own weapon. both look new.

nehan flips his knife into a reverse hold to block soma's strike, but notes the power behind it. he kicks out in retaliation. it's not a knife, but still!]

[trueorder]

Good.

[ Honestly, those instincts were quite good -- as soon as the blades collide with one another, Soma lifts his leg up to try to kick Nehan; it would have been an attempt to upset his posture and balance.

But he is just a little too slow and ends up with his shin taking the brunt of the initial attack. His face contorts into mild pain before he drags the knife up from how it is blocked to attempt to disengage.

And if they're using all limbs, might as well swing his fist out in a backhand motion. ]

[apathie]

[perhaps they're evenly matched. that's what nehan is thinking as he ignores the way soma's knuckles meet his cheek-- painful, but bearable and nothing he has to flinch at-- and he adjusts the grip on his knife again, holding it forward.

he brings it up to stab into soma's chest, eyes focused and forward. no emotion in them, even if he's threatening the life of his closest and most trusted ally in this damned place.]

[trueorder]

[ 'ch.

He clicks his tongue as he brings his arm up to catch the blade that moves to stab him in the chest. Soma had hoped to use his knife to knock the strike away, but was just a little too close to do more than protect his body.

His eyes -- normally calm and controlled -- look bright with the excitement of violence. There is a slightly wider smile he gives as he lets the knife cut into his arm.

Blood stains the material of his sleeve but he fluidly exchanges his knife to his other hand -- and attempts to stab down on Nehan's extended arm. ]

[apathie]

[his nose flares at the scent of blood, distracting the erune enough that he doesn't notice the knife coming down on his arm. nehan moves his arm so he doesn't get the sharp point into the meat of his arm, but it does leave a long cut in its wake. now both of them are bleeding.

even if one of them has concentration all over his face, calm and ready, and the other seemingly wilder the longer the fight goes on. it prompts nehan to speak as he takes one step forward, squaring his stance, to throw his fist into soma's gut.]

You love the blood, don't you? Are you sure you're no vampire?

[trueorder]

I love the violence of it all. I wouldn't be a good yakuza if I didn't enjoy it.

[ He quips back with a warm smile -- and takes the hit. It's uncertain if he did so because he wanted to, or just reeling a little too much from before to properly dodge. Either way, he continues smiling with his aggravatingly warm smile. ]

Though, I do know not to drown in it like some.

[ So he says as he adjusts his own position so that he can slam his shoulder into Nehan's body, with the intention of knocking him off balance. ]

[apathie]

[nehan was not expecting the shouldercheck-- he was expecting something, a slam of body against body, but not a shoulder in his chest. he stumbles back a step, before shaking his head and throwing himself bodily at soma, knife in a reverse grip again as if to stab the man from on high.

he's going to latch on, and make use of his smaller build to hang on as much as he can.]

[trueorder]

[ Soma doesn't have much of a chance to change his position, to capitalize on causing the stumble; he instead is concerned about the blade that seems like it is going to strike from above.

He lifts his arm up to catch it, but instead ends up latched onto -- he stumbles backwards slightly as he is held onto by Nehan. His arm in an awkward position where he can stab down easily to get him to let him go. ]

Desiring an embrace, love?

[apathie]

We haven't even started properly and you're wanting to move on? [nehan hisses in his ear, still hanging on by an arm. close quarters is dangerous, when both of them have knives, and are so proficient in using them. but nehan, uncaring of his life, is entirely willing to take risks.

he raises his knife as if to threaten soma's throat with it.]

Did you drink a sexual stimulant?

[trueorder]

You certain you wish to carry on with us so close. [ He turns the blade in his hand; his stance shifting as much as the close quarters allows him. There is a pleased light that bleeds itself into his eyes at being threatened. ]

Not at all. This is all you.

[ There is a little bit of hesitation before he swings his leg out -- it's what he had attempted to do at the start of their fight; kick the inside of Nehan's legs hard enough to break the posture and form. Certainly not hard enough to break bone, but it would leave quite a bruise. ]

[apathie]

[the banter is throwing nehan off his game, when he opens his mouth to respond, but soma manages to make him stumble and disengage. nehan recovers thanks to his training, and takes several steps back to recuperate.]

Incorrigible. Fine, you may stay in my bed tonight. [then he bares his teeth. not quite a smile, not quite a sneer.] But only if you manage to keep up with me.

[truth be told, soma is doing well for himself-- but nehan wants to make him work for that reward, and lunges forward to bring his knife swinging at the human again.]

[trueorder]

A prize I shall easily acquire.

[ He has acted as the demure, submissive human in most things with Nehan. It wouldn't hurt to show a little bit of confidence; besides, the two of them are having fun. ]

I think I'm not the only one -- [ Swinging out, he catches the knife in the flesh of his hand as he attempted to swing out with his own blade. He frowns slightly as the hot burn of the injury makes his hand ache. He has to let go of his weapon to have it drop into his other hand and give a violent swing up to give himself some space. ]

-- having fun in this blood, right?

[apathie]

[soma's knife gets nehan in the back of the hand, stinging, painful, but nehan has always pushed those sensations at the back of his mind because they don't matter. what matters now is that his grip is becoming bloodier, and that makes holding onto a weapon more annoying. especially with a grip that hasn't been molded to his hand over time, yet.]

Do you think that highly of yourself? [impudent.

to punish him, nehan throws his left fist at the human. but is it really a punishment, when it's just a fist and not a knife? after all, nehan has always been better at open-handed combat, not fists.]

[trueorder]

Someone has to, darling.

[ So he coos at him before taking a punch square on his jaw. He gives him a look that says that he accepts that he deserves that; adjusting the blade in his other hand, he lets out a small sigh.

It isn't his dominant hand and so his strikes will be a little less precise and punishing. Oh well. He starts differently slashing at the air between them -- cutting up and cutting low. Rather than the violent large swings, these ones are much quicker and shallow. ]

[apathie]

[the quicker, more shallow strikes are sometimes more dangerous than the wider swipes, especially when nehan's soft organs are all down there. soma successfully manages to get nehan to back up, but that doesn't mean he's going to continue being cautious.

he launches himself at soma again, and clashes blades with him, eyeing the human through his lashes.]

[trueorder]

[ He does like that about “the good doctor.” It’s good to not shy away from violence, from possible pain. It says a lot of what kind of person that Nehan is; there is a much more honest conversation that is being had than any that they’ve had in the past.

Soma swipes at the air, attempting to catch the strikes that are swung out. Sometimes, the blade cuts into some of his fingers ‘cause he catches the hit a little too low. More blood running down his hands. Ah? It seems both of his hands are coated in red.

He chuckles to himself; there is a bright fire that burns in him each time he’s hit; each time he catches Nehan with the blade. ]

Maybe I do like violence a little too much.

[apathie]

You do. [nehan's voice, usually soft and low, is now more hoarse, barely above a sleepy murmur in the bedroom.

the erune presses closer, ears perked, and his hands are covered in blood too.] And you certainly don't discriminate. Between hurting others, and hurting yourself.

But I need your hands for something else. Let go, Kazuki Soma.