[His breath catches on an exhale as the knife travels down his throat and -- Ren is toying with him, isn't he? It's delicious, even as he presses the sword more firmly into his stomach in retaliation. His smirk matches Ren's, then he laughs in spite of the blade at this throat, feeling it against his vocal chords.
After all this, hearing Ren still call him his rival? How can he feel anything but a rush of emotion, fueling his laughter.]
Suicide pacts aren't really my thing.
[The last word comes out as more of a grunt as he bucks his hips and twists his grip on the sword, using his weight, training, and the element of surprise to flip them over and reverse their positions. One hand traps the one with the knife while his other keeps the hilt of the sword pressed close to Ren's throat, serrated edges still hidden beneath the cloth but present nonetheless. His voice is barely above a whisper as he grins down at him.]
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After all this, hearing Ren still call him his rival? How can he feel anything but a rush of emotion, fueling his laughter.]
Suicide pacts aren't really my thing.
[The last word comes out as more of a grunt as he bucks his hips and twists his grip on the sword, using his weight, training, and the element of surprise to flip them over and reverse their positions. One hand traps the one with the knife while his other keeps the hilt of the sword pressed close to Ren's throat, serrated edges still hidden beneath the cloth but present nonetheless. His voice is barely above a whisper as he grins down at him.]
It's not wise to hesitate, Ren.