[Sakamoto grabs her wrist, digging his nails into her skin, irritated by the gesture. She'd kill an ally off so quickly? What with the revival machine not working and all.
She has a killer's instinct, sure. But instinct can easily be thwarted.]
What the hell are you tryin' to do, aa? Kill me?
[He brings the dagger to his throat.]
Go ahead, try.
[His grip tightens further- She shouldn't be able to move her hand.]
[ Katarina grunts, but stills. She needs to remind herself that this isn't the Fields of Justice, and though Haven's revival machine had been accommodating in the past, it looked like it wouldn't be starting up anytime soon. She stills in his grasp, inhaling sharply as he brings the blade closer to his neck. ]
Are you a fucking moron? [ Try as she might, she definitely can't move. For the first time in a while, she's a little afraid of hurting someone; it's because of this, she makes no moves to buckle his knees with a strike of her own, though the impulse is there. He's nobody to her, but she sees no need to kill him for the sake of killing him. ]
I'll do it if you keep this shit up! [ With his holding her like that, shunpo-ing away was out of the question. ]
You came here for a fight- I'm not interested in that.
[Sakamoto knows that it's important to leave with his life. And yet he's stupid, stupid enough to trust that even if she hurts him, it won't be all that bad.
Such is the foolish nature of an optimist.]
I wanted to feel a beautiful woman's hands around my body- Even if they only end up around my neck.
[Keeping his hold on her wrist, he kisses the blade.]
[ Katarina tenses, her expression shifting from concerned to bewildered. What the hell was he playing at?! ]
What is this, some sort of ploy to seduce me? [ She can't help the scoff that punctuates her words, and when he presses his lips to her blade, she quirks a brow. Loosening her grip slightly, she leans in close, murmuring against the shell of his ear. ]
You'd best watch where you put those lips if you want to keep them. It's impolite to get so handsy with a lady without taking her out first.
[There's a bubble of a laugh as she utters that. He enjoys the closeness in proximity, after all, in this miserable wasteland it may be all he can get.]
There's only one way to seduce you.
[His voice sounds darker.]
To win.
[Sakamoto tightens his grip around her wrist, pulling it off and throwing it forward with a decent amount of power. Not the most he has, mind you, because he's not all that jazzed about the fighting.]
[ She's felt his strength before, the first time they met. It hadn't been so long ago, but Katarina finds herself vaulting forward, rolling along the ground and into an upright position a little ways away from him. The grip on her blade had loosened with his throw, and a growl of frustration rumbled at the back of Kat's throat.
Whatever. She'd make due with one less blade. It's with this in mind, she unhooks a few daggers from her belt, leveling them towards his midsection. ]
If even that.
[ The chuckle that punctuates her words is dark, predatory. She's in this for the fight, but... she suddenly doesn't find herself minding terribly at the prospect of losing. ]
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She has a killer's instinct, sure. But instinct can easily be thwarted.]
What the hell are you tryin' to do, aa? Kill me?
[He brings the dagger to his throat.]
Go ahead, try.
[His grip tightens further- She shouldn't be able to move her hand.]
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Are you a fucking moron? [ Try as she might, she definitely can't move. For the first time in a while, she's a little afraid of hurting someone; it's because of this, she makes no moves to buckle his knees with a strike of her own, though the impulse is there. He's nobody to her, but she sees no need to kill him for the sake of killing him. ]
I'll do it if you keep this shit up! [ With his holding her like that, shunpo-ing away was out of the question. ]
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[Sakamoto knows that it's important to leave with his life. And yet he's stupid, stupid enough to trust that even if she hurts him, it won't be all that bad.
Such is the foolish nature of an optimist.]
I wanted to feel a beautiful woman's hands around my body- Even if they only end up around my neck.
[Keeping his hold on her wrist, he kisses the blade.]
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What is this, some sort of ploy to seduce me? [ She can't help the scoff that punctuates her words, and when he presses his lips to her blade, she quirks a brow. Loosening her grip slightly, she leans in close, murmuring against the shell of his ear. ]
You'd best watch where you put those lips if you want to keep them. It's impolite to get so handsy with a lady without taking her out first.
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There's only one way to seduce you.
[His voice sounds darker.]
To win.
[Sakamoto tightens his grip around her wrist, pulling it off and throwing it forward with a decent amount of power. Not the most he has, mind you, because he's not all that jazzed about the fighting.]
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Whatever. She'd make due with one less blade. It's with this in mind, she unhooks a few daggers from her belt, leveling them towards his midsection. ]
If even that.
[ The chuckle that punctuates her words is dark, predatory. She's in this for the fight, but... she suddenly doesn't find herself minding terribly at the prospect of losing. ]