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Marcus was hitting critical on the bullshit meter again. Rep was pushing all his buttons and yes, he’d managed to bottle it up and hold it in but enough was enough. He was done. A text calling him out to the training ground. Telling him if he didn’t show he was ‘not a really man’. Insulting was not his strong suit but he was willing to bet the guy wouldn’t back down from any possible insult to his manhood.

Mostly what had set Marcus off was that even after their missions he was still being a bigoted a*****e. Even after he’d been told to cut that s**t out he just- Marcus was done playing nice.

It was time to shove his sword up someone’s a**.

Ah and there he appeared like a douchy dream. "If by text you mean challenge then yes. That was me Rep. Glad to see you're ready for a fight at least. Pulling the earring off calmly, Dis was telling him to fight yet ignore his anger, though, the weapon made no promises about what he'd encourage down the road.

Blade flashing blue, the moon trainee scowled. "I do hope you remember what I said I would do if you kept up that attitude of your's." Tapping the flat of the blade in his hand Marcus dashed forward slashing out. "If you kept it up, I'd shove my sword up your a** rep, and as far as I can tell you've not changed s**t."

HP: 50
Damage: 5

Lovely. Cocky a** was being a cocky a** and he really was tired of it. He wanted to get people to be pissed at him? Fair enough. "Always? Then I recommend you train and carry a knife with you to bed. The way you're headed-" He wouldn't last long if he made enemies." the shock from the weapon bit and he winced. Well done Rep, that was why you were probably in sun.

"And try straight. I am pretty sure when I woke up the woman in my arms was very very much a woman with very womanly parts. But hey, not my fault that you've probably never seen a woman naked aside from photos." As he swung out again, his scowl refused to leave his face. "And by the way, try a gay weapon. One that would love to get intimate with you."

No I wouldn't
Liar
Okay just a little

HP: 41
Damage: 4
Charge: 2/3

He was a piece of work, Rep. A genuine grade A d**k. "I doubt it was jealously so much as getting fed with your load of bullshit." The blow sent him back a bit, but not much, he'd managed to deflect part of it. Still, he was a sun trainee, Marcus was going to assume he was a heavy hitter.

"If it's none of my business who you ******** or have ********, what makes it okay for you to judge who I have or have not?" Marcus thought it was a pretty basic line of logic. Don't dish what you couldn't take. In his head, Dis was purring asking for few more 'nibbles'. And when he could get familiar with Rep.
Pulling back he aimed low, stabbing at the other man's torso.

"You insult, denounce, spew hate and bile- why the hell should I ever defend a guy like you?" How did he defend a guy who stood for s**t he loathed? "More importantly, do you ever consider that those same people you insult might save your life one day?"

HP: 39
Damage:-
Charge: 2/3

"Really? Then you didn't need Sandy? Barney? People who died to keep your sorry a** alive? Who ******** waited for everyone, putting their lives on the ******** line and DIED for an a*****e like you?" While Rep was angry about his own thoughts, Marcus was angry with the fact Rep was still spitting in the faces of those who would help him, those he would have to depend on. Those who had died and someday could very well die while he lived.

A step back from the weapon's blow and Marcus was hissing. "Wake the ******** up a*****e. You're nothing. You're s**t here. But if you can put aside your bigoted bullshit, stop your sexist dickery, then you might one day be worth saving." Another stab went at him, and he was glaring.

HP: 37
Damage: 5
Charge: 3/3

And there it was- Sun hunter style heavy hitter. ******** sun hunters and their ability to just- augh. Getting up from the ground he spat out the blood from his mouth-he'd bit the inside of his cheek. "And you're not easily offended?" He laughed at that one. "All it took for you to come out was me questioning you manhood. You get riled when someone doubts you and you resort to anger and s**t." Dis spun in his hand as the weapon began to bleed blue.

"You might have gotten this speech twice but until you cut your s**t act, man up and admit you can't do everything and do in fact, suck a** like the rest of us, no one will be reaching out to save you." Bringing it up to his hand, Dis was purring in his head, begging him to do it.

If it had been anyone else, Marcus would have said no. But Marcus got the feeling words alone would not suffice. "Also keep in mind when I make a promise?" Spinning around Rep the blade suddenly found itself doing just what Marcus had said would happen. "I ******** keep it."

HP: 21
Damage: 16
Charge: -

Worth it. For all of Dis's s**t, the face Rep made was worth it and he regret nothing. Smirking he flicked his blade in the air as if ridding it of blood. "Thank goodness for FEAR shield's right?" His smirk didn't fade even as Rep snarled at him. However the smirk faded back to his scowl soon enough. "Consider it a metaphor for what will happen if you keep being a sexist bigot."

Though the blade did not glow as brightly, the blue markings seemed to flicker in excitement as Marcus drew near. Dis really liked Rep. Mostly since he riled Marcus. And he got to get up close and personal with his a**. Dis was very happy with that, even as... physically undesired as it was.

"I am a p***k Rep. But I'm also able to put my s**t to the side when it comes to missions. When it comes to people on my team. But you? You've pushed me to the point that I am done dealing with your s**t." Bringing up his weapon he slashed into Rep's torso. Glaring at him. "You act like you don/t need help? Then you won't get help."

HP: 21
Damage: 13
Change: lol doesnt matter

And point was missed. "That Rep, is where you're dead ******** wrong. Which is really the saddest ******** thing." Desummoning his weapon, he sighed, scowl fading to apathy. "It's not about winning dipshit, and actually no, it was satisfying because I did get to vent but point is- this isn't about winning a fight. It's about telling you you're making dumbass choices and mistakes to the point that one day you will die when you could have lived and nobody will give a flying ******** a second, the moon trainee looked sad. "You're like my brother you know that?" A shake of his head and the moon trainee moved to walk back to the dorms. "Tomorrow, meet me in the dorms commons in the morning. I think you need to see something to understand why people are doing what they do." A glance back. "Consider an offer, not a command."