┏┛ The pressure slamming against his chest which would have cracked any individual’s ribs one by one. Had merely caused the air to have been knocked out of him, coughing out every bit of it. A few seconds of time having been lost to him as the moment in being struck caused the dragon to be winded. Without hesitation though, the moment his conscious flickered back into action. With such electrifying pursuit, he grabs hold of Motochika’s arm and lunges it to the side meanwhile pivoting on his one foot whilst his other came up with such force aiming to kick his head right off.
┏┛ “WHATS WITH THE FACE CHOUSOKABE? THOUGHT YA WANTED TA PAHTY!!!!? ☈
[ It could have been the confidence that blinded him after the successful blow to the Dragon’s abdomen, or perhaps the fact that he was all too quick for Motochika to even catch swiftest glimpse of his movements? That grin he had donned so proudly was completely wiped from his features the moment his arm had been grabbed and jerked in a direction he hadn’t foreseen– and before he could even protest, a shin – or a foot – collided with the side of his skull (a very painful feeling, if you weren’t hard-headed as he was).
He reacted accordingly, despite the decrease in impact, that single eye widened at first, then winced as his largely structure began to stumble, his vision faintly blurred– but an abrupt assault to his noggin wouldn’t prevent the proclaimed demon of a pirate from fighting further. Although his own motives were moderate, there were occasions where he could be nimble– and this had been one of them. ]
[ A punch would have been effective, maybe– or even a kick like Masamune had performed, but Motochika had a better idea– his way of doing things. The pain in his head was still present, but that was eventually amplified the moment he jutted his forehead forward, hoping to at least make a fortunate strike with the Dragon’s own. ]
“KEEP YER’ DAMN MOUTH SHUT, OR I’LL SHUT IT FOR YA’.”
┏┛ A slam to his face with his elbow would be the start of this fucking slamming get together. God damn the pirate loved to tick him off.
[ Fuck you. He should have seen that coming– ESPECIALLY FROM THE DRAGON OF ALL PEOPLE, but here he had thought they were actually gonna discuss the matter, rather than stoop to their usual solutions.
It was a hard impact– and he felt it too, but despite the pain from the collision, it didn’t falter his own actions. With a clenched palm… HE SENT IT STRAIGHT INTO THE DRAGON’S GUT. ]
┏┛ “Hnn? That a Challenge Chousokabe Motochika? Wanna see who tha’ best party stylin’ damiyo of the lands? Che, yer talkin to the number #1 hitto ya best know what ya doin’. HAH!” ☈
“I ain’t seein’ much of anythin’– besides a brat talkin’ about shit he can’t back up. Why don’t ya’ put yer’ words into action and really show me yer’ this top partier ya’ like to boast about?”
“Oye! Oye!” The dragon suddenly comes over and slaps his ass.
“I mean’t to slap your bac…K.“ Masamune mumbles to the other staring at his accidental mishap. Not that he cared that he got to smack the rather round ass. Rather, he had not intended to hit him in that area in the first place.
"Aahn…?” He was just about to turn and–
“… ‘THE HELL?!” Had been the only response he could spout. What else was he suppose to say– or do, for that matter? Once he had fully turned around and discovered the culprit of the assault, he was nearly fuming with anger.
“What’s the big idea, dragon?! Ya’ just don’t go around doin’ that t'people! Yer’ lucky I didn’t sock ya’ in the jaw when I had the chance!!” If it hadn’t been obvious, Motochika disregarded Masamune’s attempt to explain himself. That’s the kind of shit that happens when the fuse to your own temper was short.
{ times such as these are all too rare. they must be treasured. i am glad you see it as well, motochika. }
she arbitrarily slung an arm around both of their shoulders, rolling up upon her tiptoes, a soft smile over a war-weary mask.
{ yet you always were one to continually stoke the fire, masamune. }
“Eh, you expect anything different from me Saika?“ The dragon just snickers at the pirates avoidance of his snarky comments and jest to see the other get all bothered. He enjoyed bothering the other so much, the guy could put up a good fight when he wanted. But saika? Saika was her own bit of fun, a whole history of it.
”‘Course I’d see it as such– when it comes to treasure and my friends, there really isn’t any other way t'go about it.“
Although he possessed a short fuse and the Dragon was quick to ignite it, it didn’t dismiss the fact that he still cherished these two as friends, comrades, war buddies, and wouldn’t hesitate to share these moments with the two of them.
{ must i motherhen you both? cease your bickering. how long has it been since we have had the pleasure of sharing each other’s company without the shadow of a banner or the tides of war at our backs? you are grown men! act it before i beat your sense of smell from you permanently! }
“The only ungrown man here is this joke of one right here. Getting his nuts all in a bundle over some teasing, HAH! You see? The one-eyed dragon could care less about that bull shit. Tch, s’like ya said. Saika. Can’t help but enjoy a joke in the moment.”
“I s'pose yer’ right, Sayaka… it has been quite awhile since the lot of us were able t'sit down and enjoy each other’s company. Since we ain’t bound my treaties and armies, maybe now we should make up for it by takin’ this time here t'our advantage.” And watch as Motochika completely disregards those snarky insults and comments from Masamune– it’s at least in an attempt to calm down the atmosphere.
“I knew this idiot’s been round and a bout but when the hell did ye get here?” masamune still thinks motochika smells like piss and sea go shower gdit.
“The only bastard reekin’ here is this sorry excuse for a dragon, Sayaka.” And Motochika still thinks Masamune needs to shut his fucking mouth– mentally and physically, god damn it.
