>>6066186He snaps his bloodied fingers in the air, points at your belt rope and jerks his arm back like he's pulling a fish on a line.
The Porty Hole he gave you earlier to collect blood in flies to his hand.
"Hey!! Thas mine!"
"It was. Now it's mine again. If you want it back, fight me. Or are you as bad at that as you are at understanding simple instructions?" You get angry, but hesitate. Even if he is in a little girl's body, Seafood is more dangerous than dangerous. His magic is like nothing you have ever seen from any Fighty One. Fighty Ones magic usually had fire, bright lights and things, noisy and painful. But Seafood's magic is so quiet and casual, noiseless even, no chants, no hand dances, but then it surges and snaps! So slowly but unexpected that it's too fast, too late! Like, like, like a crocodile!
You're not fighting THAT! (Not up front! You're not fuggen stupid!)
But he draws a circle around himself with a toe. Looks at you. Beckons.
"What? Come!"
You read his sneer and understand: he WANTS you to fight, to test you. You remember that he did swear he wouldn't harm you; or cause you what he considers harm, at least.
Welp! He asked for it! Asked for realsies!
So you fly at at him, all out. The Sky Pokey Dagger never left your hand this whole time. There's no zapzap in it now, but a knife's a knife, and this one's plenty sharp.
>GNYAAAAR!!You start with a down-grip, so that your weight comes down with it towards his face as you leap.
He doesn't really move, just puts one leg back, turning sharply at the last moment. Your dagger's plunge towards his face misses, as does the follow-up groin-gutter you turn it into before your momentum carries you past.
Your two feet touch the ground, and one palm, skidding as you turn.
He parts his lips to offer you more insult, but you're flying at him again, still on the same breath, your Dagger's down-grip switched to an up-grip at your side. Not the face this time! The body! The hearty guts!
He's not moving; you force yourself faster, give him no chance to change his mind. The Dagger goes at his belly, straight thrust with your running weight, ready to lever and twist in his bowels the moment you're through his skin!
But he bends at the waist backwards, balanced on his heels! Bends impossibly, without touching you! You push your feet, furthering your thrust full stretch, all the way in; his feet leave the ground, and he makes a floating somersault over you! The same one he used earlier, with the feets to the head!
But you're not fuggen done! The forward stab converts, pointing upwards just as you skid, stop, and launch! Up!
You put everything you have into your whole body, faster than fast, your signature Up Butty Super Poke! It almost catches Seafood by surprise: the tip of the Dagger nearly reaches his belly. He is forced to put a hand out, touching you lightly on the daggerhand (so lightly!) and he drifts away from your trajectory, languid as a leaf. You missed again!
