Narcissistic Nihilist
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Oh.
White stood with a hollow grin, no eyes to compliment such a visage. He was dressed in Victorian garb, from the belt buckle loafers to the ruffled collar. In the middle of a cornfield, such a presence was...odd. Even more strange was his slack demeanor, his head bent near horizontally. More unsettling was the laughter that seemed to be emanating from him. It was enough to drive the foolish insane. That is what it did.

An ebony male set upon this pale figure like a dog upon meat. He ran with such a tilt that his claws ripped at the dirt as he pumped them; back and forth, back and forth. Each step brought him closer to his most dreaded quarry. Closer to a finish to the drama. Closer to closure. He closed the distance, his right foot immediately planting as the left stepped forward. His left arm extended towards White, only to grasp at air. The pale male had leaned backwards, the blank expanse of flesh where his eyes should have been being aimed directly at the aggressor's own hues.

The odd individual was fluid as his left leg bent, effectively bearing the weight of his entire body. Pivoting on this same foot, he swept the calves of the shaded man. Cheshire, the ebony male, quickly palmed the ground and allowed his body to move with the force of the kick. With the result being a one-armed hand stand, he was quick to bend his knees, allowing gravity to take its course upon the man in white. The result was similar as he simply stepped to the side, watching with a lessened smile as his opponent fell to his knees. With a shrug, he turned away and threw a hand up in farewell.

The ebony male was being insulted by this smug individual. That much he knew. He rose from the prostrate position and threw yet another punch at the smiling man. The blow was not fated to land however, as Cheshire's wrist was soon gripped in the pale man's palm. He gave Cheshire's knuckles a swift rap before issuing a bow. Of course this was at the same time that yet another punch was thrown. Seeing such foul manners, the pale male hugged his own thigh as his body went fully vertical, planting a solid calf in Cheshire's muzzle.