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Rep's fuse these days was far longer than it had been when he'd first arrived on the island, where even so much as an implication of femininity or homosexuality would send him completely off the deep end. It was longer, but it was not infinite, and the more the perception that it was everyone versus him intensified, the more defensive he had became until finally he snapped. It could have been at any one of the people who had been retorting to him, Kostya, even Dakota. But Shiloh had managed to dig deep, getting under all the armour he'd tried to develop over the months. The comment had hurt, and he intended to avenge that hurt sevenfold. He took the self conciousness and self loathing and twisted it into a weapon, turned it outwards and aimed it squarely at the other hunter who'd dared to stand up to him, who he had been left with no choice but to pursue. Not to rebuke was weakness, not to chase off rivals was the bastion of the sickly and frail.

As he strode onto the training field he already had Tracey summoned, the twisted axe streaked with runes which pulsed hungrily in time with his racing heart.

"You ******** up you little ******** fairy." Everything in him practically screamed with outrage at the other man. That someone with pink hair, someone who flouted so many of Rep's self imposed laws of masculinity, had argued back to him was the greatest insult he could imagine.



He hesitated for a moment with the patient look of a cat that knew it had it's prey cornered and was in for a game. He purred huskily. "You ******** up good. You ******** up real good. And now I get to ******** take you apart limb by ******** limb and call it an accident. Don't apologise, that would be disappointing."

Tracey repeated insistently.

But he didn't swing yet.

Harrison walked alongside Rep to the field this time, B0nez appearing in his hands in two sharp and flashy points.

"Usually I'm on paramedic duty. And it's not you I'm making an exception for," he told Shiloh.

He looked at Rep, scowling.

"Yeah well, any accidents are going to have to be minus an axe. The fight's being monitored."

He stabbed the shorter dagger at Shiloh like a pointer finger.

"And don't be so smug either, you masochistic little s**t." Harrison set his shoulders, grumbling, "ought to start charging people per bruise. <******** missed his calling. Dakota, does this look like a bake sale."

B0nez was lit up with electric glee.

Defending: Rep

Rep strode out onto the field, quite differently from how Shiloh had imagined he would appear. He reeked of confidence, but it wasn’t until Rep opened his mouth that Shiloh got the full force of his rage spat squarely into his face. Rep was intimidating, as was the massive axe he held dangerously in his hands but Shiloh simply straightened himself up, and with a limbering shake of his shoulders, smiled back at the insults Rep hurled at him. His insults were the least scary part, and each word Rep spoke only cemented further why Shiloh wasn’t about to fly away. Shiloh’s code of honor ran only as deep as behavior, and of Rep’s he wholeheartedly disapproved. The man was an a*****e through and through, and even if couldn’t kick Rep’s a**, he could at the very least prove that at least someone had backbone enough to stand up to him.

Haruko agreed, growling incessantly in his head. Her jaws loved the taste of an opponent’s flesh, and the hunter standing before them looked particularly delicious. She had her partner to protect, after all.

“That’s weird, last time I check I could have sworn I didn’t have wings,” Shiloh feigned surprise, craning his head to try and look at his back. When he turned back to Rep, his smile had widened into a grin as he noticed the entourage they’d acquired, specifically the man defending Rep.

“Called in the calvary, eh? This is between him and I, you know. I’m not smug, only answering a summons.””

Shiloh followed the dialogue between the two, watching curiously as Rep finally relented and the axe dissipated from view. His first thought was that Rep was idiot, his second something that tore quite peculiarly at his ethics. Unlike Rep, Shiloh was inclined to fight fair, out of respect for his opponent. However, he neither liked nor respected Rep and thus was created a particular dilemma.

In the end, much to the Inugami’s displeased yowls, he chose to unsummon his weapon. He had the same amount of confidence in his ability to win with fists as he did with his weapon, but though winning the scrap wasn’t likely, it didn’t matter; if he did win it would be of his own merit, not foul play. If he lost, well, it didn’t really matter that way either. Rep would still be the same smarmy a*****e, but at least he’d have stood up to him. At least he could stand up to Rep, and vent some of his own frustrations.

“Call your cavalry off then, and let’s practice some hand to hand combat.”

Harrison smiled grimly, but didn't shift his stance.

Shiloh shrugged, and in an instant, Haruko was back in his hands, her chain sliding smoothly through his fingers. He wasn’t about to stack the odds in his favor on his own, but Rep wanted to dictate the terms of the fight, that was different. He was more than willing to oblige, fairly certain that having Haruko didn’t tip the scale his way, it just made the gap between his skillset and Rep’s just a little less gargantuan.

[ Let’s do this, Shiloh. Hurry up and hit him, already, ] Haruko urged him, snapping irritably. She was angry with him for even having considered fighting without her, but that anger was fuel, and they had a target ready and willing ahead of them.

Shiloh returned Harrison’s grim smile, annoyed that the man refused to move. It was a feeling that only grew as Dakota stepped in front of him. He was grateful for the defense, but for a spar between Rep and him, there were two too many people involved.

“Thank you,” he said, nodding at Dakota, “But seriously, it’s between me and yappy over there, not you two.”


HP: 40/40
DMG: 0
Charge: 0/3

Harrison broke the line, pushing through Chama and pinning Shiloh to the ground with B0nez's shorter blade. He got mostly shirt, but it scraped away a sliver of Shiloh's shield.

"It isn't, huh?" he asked.

Attacking: Shy
DMG: 7
CHG: 1/3