One thing--it has to be reasonably fair, if you want to do this. I won't use Hierophant, and you won't kick the shit out of me with Hamon. I don't expect to be much of a challenge in a straight sparring match, but I could use the practice.
[Kakyoin's stance may have been embarrassing and amateur, but he was very quick--and clever enough to know what worked in concept. So he moved aside in a couple quick steps, right hand coming up to redirect Caesar's arm and the left moving for a sharp hook to the jaw.]
[Of all the places he'd guard, that was pretty much #1 on the list.]
[He'd figured from the start that speed would be his major disadvantage here; Kakyoin's maybe half his size, and he always did hate fighting people shorter and slighter than himself. So he's ready to block, but his top speed isn't nearly quick enough, and the blow connects.]
[His jaw cracks, teeth knocking against each other, and he takes a half-step back, but he's laughing, light and thrilled, and when he darts back in, it's with a stomp to Kakyoin's instep at the same time as he elbows him hard in the ribs.]
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[A beat.]
. . . But I can do this.
[And his hands come together under the water and shove, a Hamon-charged wave crashing towards Kakyoin on the shore.]
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[congratulations]
[he is thoroughly soaked and oh my god his poor hair]
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Don't tell me you can't take exactly what you're willing to give out.
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[Kakyoin stood up and raked his hair back out of his face, smirking.]
I don't give up easily.
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[He's bored. Bored bored bored. Why not provoke everyone?]
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[Gross.]
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[logic]
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[well-adjusted young adults]
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[totally]
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[He tips his chin up.]
Go on.
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[Caesar NO]
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[you two]
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Nobody's ever actually managed to do that. Not since I was - twelve?
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[let's fucking go]
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[Shrugging, Kakyoin took off his glasses again and raised his hands into an amateur fighting stance.]
Shall we get started?
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Just one second.
[And he crosses the space between them, adjusts Kakyoin's arms into something less embarrassing, and moves back again, although not quite as far.]
All right.
[--and then he just fucking goes, aiming a fist for Kakyoin's solar plexus.]
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[Of all the places he'd guard, that was pretty much #1 on the list.]
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[His jaw cracks, teeth knocking against each other, and he takes a half-step back, but he's laughing, light and thrilled, and when he darts back in, it's with a stomp to Kakyoin's instep at the same time as he elbows him hard in the ribs.]
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