[1 v 1] You. Me. Now. (Mac / Shun)

[Blade Kuroda]

Feeling the kick graze him, Shun let out a breath, not letting that deter him. In fact, he started to slash down at Mac's leg. He was a little too slow to get in a good cut, but he managed to make some contact at the very least.

HP:13
Damage: 3  

[Enoh Love]

"Finally, you're doing it!" Mac teased, trying to hide the hiss of the dagger sting against his leg. "But c'mon, you can do better - Where's the a*****e that had Mot against the wall?" He challenged, throwing a punch that did nothing.

HP: 26
Damage: 0  

[Blade Kuroda]

Shun's eyes narrowed at Mac's taunting, unsure just what he was trying to pull here. Either he was being mocked or well... Most likely he was being mocked here.

Knocking the fist that came at him aside, the Reaper shot out with his other hand, aiming to cut into the Psychopomp's torso. It didn't sink in as deeply as he would have liked, however.

HP: 13
Damage:3  

[Enoh Love]

The weapon that had once been a projectile disappeared from the background, but he did not resummon it just yet.

"Oh come on you can do better than that!" Sure he hurt - those daggers of Shuns were not for play, that's for sure - but he still could taunt, and he did taunt. Taunted just as easily as he sent a kick to the other Reaper's stomach, if only to try and put distance between those daggers and his torso.

HP: 23
Damage: 5  

[Blade Kuroda]

Shun had just been about to slash Mac once again, but the kick pushed him back. He felt like he might have nicked somewhere still, but little grazes here and there weren't going to help him. The Reaper felt himself begin to slow down. And if he didn't do something quick, he was going to end up losing to this guy. Echoes of his father's words began to resonate in the back of his mind as he thought of that.

"Kuso.." he hissed lowly before suddenly disappearing. He had teleported to some point behind the other Reaper, hoping to at least buy himself some time to pull himself together.

HP:8
Damage:2  

[Enoh Love]

Shun disappeared and Mac spin around, not keen on letting Shun anywhere out of his sight; he saw where he had gone and he instantly summoned his weapon to try and deflect the attack he knew was coming. When the attack didn't come he was...surprised.

But not surprised enough to not extend the weapon to swat it at Shun.

"Really? You're gonna let yourself lose to me?!"

HP: 21
Damage: 3  

[Blade Kuroda]

Taking the hit to the head, Shun staggered back. He made a wild swipe with one of his daggers to try and keep Mac at bay, but the blow to the head had left him a little dazed to really connect. He heard the other Reaper continue to taunt him. Something about those words were familiar..

Most likely he had heard someone else speak it before he came into Amityville.

With his mind a little numb still, he barely felt the warm trickle down the side of his face.

Did he want to lose to Mac? Hell no. He felt like he couldn't or shouldn't lose here, but things certainly were headed that way.

HP: 5
Damage: 0  

[Enoh Love]

The swipe had been too easy to knock away, and Mac could only shake his head.

"This isn't any fun, I don't think you're taking this seriously." Was he grumping? He was a little. Shun hated him and Shun had punched him once, but he felt this wasn't proper. Regardless he spun his staff, swinging it against Shun's side.

HP: 21
Damage: 5  

[Blade Kuroda]

Just as his senses came back about, Shun felt the staff crack against his side. Grunting, he stumbled. He managed to not be knocked over, but he had been forced down to his knees at the very least. His daggers disappeared, and his gaze shifted towards the ground. It infuriated him a little, that Mac continued to taunt him here.

Letting out a breath, he clenched his fists. He had been taking it seriously, or at least he thought he was. And yet he felt rather pathetic here.

Maybe he really was that weak. No. He was. Aisa had said that much herself.

"Sorry to disappoint you," he muttered lowly finally. Disappointment. Something he knew all too well.

HP:0  

[Enoh Love]

Mac leaned on his staff, palm against his temple. He watched Shun wallow in misery and...something strange happened. He...he actually felt bad for the boil. This was weird. This was...terrible. Why should he feel bad for Shun?

"Disappointed? A little." He admitted, straightening and dismissing his weapon. "I don't know why you let me win, but don't do it again." He grumbled, holding his hand down to the other Reaper.  

[Blade Kuroda]

Shun twitched slightly at Mac's words. Let him win? He didn't. At least not consciously. It felt like the other boy was still mocking him here. Whether or not he really was didn't matter all that much.

Glancing up, he stared at the outreached hand, narrowing his eyes. In part, he expected Mac to strike him back down should he take that hand. The staff was gone, but it didn't meant he couldn't kick him or anything like that instead. Come to think of it, he felt like he was getting help from enemies a lot as of late. This wasn't right.

Next thing he knew, Titus would be helping him to his feet or something.

Now that REALLY wouldn't be right.

Grimacing, he reluctantly took the hand to pull himself up, and quickly let go.

"Right. Whatever."  

[Enoh Love]

Surprisingly, Mac did not do anything to Shun, aside from help him to his feet. He was proud of his win because, let's face it, Shun was not his favourite person...but at the same time, he didn't really feel like he earned it. The other Reaper got some great hits in, but on the whole...seemed a little too easy.

Still, he won. Winning was great.

"Want some help to the nurse's office?" He said amicably, even though he really, really wanted to leave him in the dust.  

[Blade Kuroda]

"No. I'm fine," Shun murmured. He took a moment to collect himself now that he was standing, then shoved his hands into his pockets as he normally did. Without anything else to say, he slowly made his way out to head back to the dorm.