[ The last time he'd been in a fight like this he'd been a street kid battling it out with another kid over bread, or something. This wasn't exactly the very same thing, but it gave the same rush for someone who had been, as of late, more than a little bit bored with Cerealia and it's lack of action.. well, and the fact that he hadn't wanted to be out and about among people when there was a very real possibility of them learning more about him than he'd really like.
Duo, honestly, hasn't been paying a lick of attention to the timer going above them. He's less focused on the time constraints as he was on being defensive and trying to suss out what kind of fighter Yusuke was. He'd chatted with the guy a few times, but it wasn't quite the same as trying to pick out a fighting style.
- - Don't put your fingers in the base of his braid, Yusuke. You may find more than you'd bargained for.
There's a soft growl of frustration as Yusuke grabs the back of his shirt - a booted foot immediately kicking out toward the other teen, aiming for where ever he could land a foot, twisting that deceptively light body in an effort to not be taken in with his back facing the other teen. ... Since that never, ever, turned out well for him. ]
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[ The last time he'd been in a fight like this he'd been a street kid battling it out with another kid over bread, or something. This wasn't exactly the very same thing, but it gave the same rush for someone who had been, as of late, more than a little bit bored with Cerealia and it's lack of action.. well, and the fact that he hadn't wanted to be out and about among people when there was a very real possibility of them learning more about him than he'd really like.
Duo, honestly, hasn't been paying a lick of attention to the timer going above them. He's less focused on the time constraints as he was on being defensive and trying to suss out what kind of fighter Yusuke was. He'd chatted with the guy a few times, but it wasn't quite the same as trying to pick out a fighting style.
- - Don't put your fingers in the base of his braid, Yusuke. You may find more than you'd bargained for.
There's a soft growl of frustration as Yusuke grabs the back of his shirt - a booted foot immediately kicking out toward the other teen, aiming for where ever he could land a foot, twisting that deceptively light body in an effort to not be taken in with his back facing the other teen. ... Since that never, ever, turned out well for him. ]