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[eusford]

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Hi there.
I'll keep this short and sweet, cause I'm sure you guys hate to read as much as I do, I have a quick question for everyone: What's your blood type?

This isn't for some compatibility thing.
I mean I guess.
I'm just curious.

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[swordfucker]

[Guren doesn't bother replying to him, this time. He's focused, trying to use tactics to outweigh the fact that he's completely outmatched here. He can still back down, he shouldn't push this too far.

But he still wants to push it for now. A little more of his demon's power, a draw back after the parry and another slash, trying to get at least one damn hit in. He's always stuck in these situations where he can never manage even one. It's... infuriating.]

[eusford]

[ okay baby i'll let guren have his first hit... ugh, fuckin legend

Crowley's entertained, to say the least; there's a intense wave of fighting spirit and the intent to kill in Guren's movements, and while the vampire's own doesn't meet with the same amount of vigor there's no doubt that he's enjoying the situation. It's a change of pace from the usual and he wants more of it, drinking it all in, and perhaps that confidence is what contributes to Guren finally landing a hit of him.

Blade meets skin, cutting into his collarbone and nearly cutting into his ear -- only barely stepping out of the way to dodge the full piercing effect of Guren's sword. There's no click of his tongue or sign of annoyance for being struck, instead the bead of sweat that trickles down from his temple and to his chin is in response to pure excitement.

He puts some distance between them, bringing his blade back before mumbling: ] Sword, drink my blood. [ Spikes erupt from the handle of his blade, piercing through the palm of his hand and effectively coloring the entirety of his blade in a coat of blood red. He's not even so much as phased by the familiar pain as he draws his sword horizontally and sends a dangerous blast -- dodge and it'll probably shatter windows and destroy more property but stop it and uh????? Guren's gonna get sent... soaring... flying.... there's not a star in heaven that we can't reach ]

[swordfucker]

Mahiru-no-yo!

[Similarly, Guren calls for more power, but that's not enough. He can't dodge the high school musical blast from the past. He goes soaring and flying all the way back, wincing as he shifts his blade behind him. He's pulled this move before.]

Swallow the attack! [The blade digs into the wall behind him, and black energy leaks from the blade as it absorbs most of the force from Crowley's hit. This means that Guren is still alive! And his bones aren't as crushed as they might have been normally!

He kicks off from there shortly after, already experiencing a boost in his power as he goes in for a fake attack from the front, a real one from the side. He's just jumping all over, really, look at him go.]

pretend this didn't take me three weeks

[eusford]

[ HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL HOW DARE YOU EFKAF;E;

He's seen this before, but even if it's the second or third time Crowley can't help the little flutter of amusement that aches in his chest the moment Guren exposes that power of his. It's frightening and ugly, the black energy like mud as it corrupts the very air between them to express the power held inside that sword.

So while Guren is monkeying around Crowley's just... thinking about how bad he wants to tear him apart? From his skin to the organs protected by his rib cage, he wants to crush bones and tear through flesh to see what just makes this human so interesting.

Is this joy?

When the opportunity arrives he grabs Guren by his arm, throwing him overhead and slamming him into a nearby table. Causing the legs to break and the wood to be split in half. ]

Right, so will you calm down for a moment before I actually kill you?