[ He scuffs at the ground in the midst of the clearing for a moment, rolling his neck and shoulders to loosen them up in preparation for the fight that he's waited so long for - his muscles shift under skin, tensing and relaxing, and he takes a deep breath. Lets it go.
And without another word, moves. It's an impossibly fast movement - a blink-and-you-miss blur of violet and black - and he's already mere centimetres from Mukuro, a flaming tonfa moving in for the first strike. Do try and keep up, illusionist. It would be rather disappointing to kill you just that simply. ]
DO YOU HEAR THE WEAPONS SING? SINGING THE SONG OF MAFIA MEN
And without another word, moves. It's an impossibly fast movement - a blink-and-you-miss blur of violet and black - and he's already mere centimetres from Mukuro, a flaming tonfa moving in for the first strike. Do try and keep up, illusionist. It would be rather disappointing to kill you just that simply. ]