Blood And Tears (Private 18+ KiraMidnight X Sayuri86)

[KiraMidnight]

There is a guy who just moved to a new city.

He has been fighting for as long as he can remember and loves to do so.

He has a very,very high pain tolerance and many punches and hits that would normally knockout other people,don't seem to phaze him very much,it's cause he's a masochist but no one else knows that.

He eventually caught wind of Underground fights being held and decided to make his way into the ring.

A few months had passed and he hasn't lost.

The boss of these fights is a rich guy who enjoys watching people get bloodied up and occasionally will fight,why,well no body knows .

But the scent of blood is also known to attract unwanted guests, more than eager for blood sport. From near and far, vampires flock massively, though undercover into the city once there are news of blood spilling in the arenas. And now that a certain vampire prince and his valet arrive in town, something more is bound to happen. A human boy, raised by vampires, is now ready to pose a worthy challenge against the local champion

 

 

Name: Daichi Kira Marutashi

Sexual Orientation: Gay

Age: 20

Birth date: April 7

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Role: Seke

Occupation: Underground Fighter

Position: Top Undefeated Fighter

Hair Color: Black with red

Hair Length: Short

Eye Color: Red

Height: 5’9

Weight: 180 (All muscle)

Favorite Foods: Steak and mac-n-cheese

Favorite Drinks: Water and soda

Favorite Snacks: Anything spicy

Favorite Colors: Red, Black

Favorite Animal (s): All dangerous animals

Likes: Fighting, winning, training and hearing a crowd chant his name

Dislikes: Cheaters, rude people, shoes and rules

Hobbies: Training for his next fight and relaxing outside under the stars

Weapons: His fists and feet are all he needs

Special Talents: He doesn't fall from hits that would usually knock others out and he can stand a lot of pain and blood loss before loseing conciouness

Personality: He is a very strong street fighter.He enjoys fighting and watching his opponent hit the ground.He is normally silent during a fight unless spoken to then he speaks.He shows no fear of losing and no worry that a hit will knock him out.He fights to win and only to win

Background: He was taught by his father how to fight and how to win.His dad died in the ring when he was 18 and he felt a bit lost,but he pulled himself out of that feeling and began fighting like his dad.His mother left him and his dad when he was 2 and a half because she didn’t approve of the father fighting.He grew up greatly disliking women but still respecting them.

 

Appearance: He doesn't wear a shirt, not even in the winter when it's freezing cold. He had a tattoo that looks kind of like a dragon or giant bird covering his chest, shoulder blaces and stomash. He has short red and black hair and gives of a go to hell attitude.

Piercing: None

 

 

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[Sayuri86]

 

 

 

~Luc, butler of Arcy~

Sexual Orientation: Bi

Age: (apparent) 17; (chronological) over 400

Birth date: Unknown (he forgot it)

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Role: Seke (most often Uke)

Occupation: all-round servant, spy and assassin.

Position: Astaroth's personal valet; butler and stablemaster in Arcy.

Hair Color: Raven Black/Blue

Hair Length: Short, covers the back of his head, though.

Eye Color: Grey

Favorite Foods: Meat

Favorite Drinks: Water, the drug Astaroth feeds him, containing his (Ast's) blood that extended his life-span in absurd proportions, and Luc's life now depends completely on it.

Favorite Snacks: Anything spicy

Favorite Colors: Blue, Black

Favorite Animal (s): Horses, dogs, ravens and swallows.

Likes: Doing chores for Astaroth.

Dislikes: Anyone that threatens his master Astaroth, or anyone in his vampire family; Liars; People who can't keep secrets; the fact that he is missing one eye - he thinks that it makes Astaroth find him ugly.

Hobbies: Pharmacology, Toxicology.

Weapons: Mainly a whip. And occasionally, his hands and feet.

Special Talents: Handling a whip, a pollaxe and throwing daggers. He is also very experienced on everything having to do with horses. Speed and stamina, but has lack of physical strenght or weight to match.

Personality: The strong, silent type despite his size. He has a sharp tongue when provoked though.

Background: In the 1600's, when nomadic hunting ground-thieving vampires killed all his family, sparing him only because they weren't able to find him, Astaroth's father took him in, and gave him an education, a home, and later a job in his household.

 

~+~+~

 

 

 

~Astartoth d'Arcy~

Sexual Orientation: Bi

Age: (apparent) 28; (chronological) over 400

Birth date: August, 1586

Gender: Male

Race: Vampire (draconian type)

Role: Seke (Seme, most often now)

Occupation: He works as a businessman and a horsebreeder/trainer as a front for humans.

Position: Dauphin (presumable heir) of Arcy.

Hair Color: Auburn

Hair Length: Reaches between his shoulderblades.

Eye Color: Deep Blue

Favorite Foods: Blood; raw meat; anything expensive and haute cuisine dishes.

Favorite Drinks: Blood; "White Russian" cocktail; Port wine; Absinthe.

Favorite Snacks: Blood

Favorite Colors: Red, Blue, Black, Gold and Silver.

Favorite Animal (s): Horses, dogs, ravens and swallows.

Likes: His mother and baby sister; Indulging himself in his guilty pleasures; smoking his water-pipe; sex, lots of it.

Dislikes: His father and the pressure he puts on him; his fiancée, who has a very unhealthy obsession about him and whose two pet crocodiles Castor and Pollux keep trying to eat him anytime they see him; being rejected by a beautiful boy.

Hobbies: Horseback riding, anything that allows him to make a profit, chasing beautiful boys, playing with his dogs.

Weapons: He prefers ye olde tooth and nail though he knows how to use a sword.

Special Talents: He is a brilliant horseman and swordsman, adding up to the usual vampire abilities; can shapeshift into a dog (hound type) and a bat, though he uses the former transformation more often.

Personality: Fun-loving and indulgent with himself, he may seem a bit reckless at times but he actually has his heart in the right place. Well, most of the time.

Background: Born in Arcy (France) into one of most powerful vampire households in Europe, he was always groomed to be a prince until he broke with all the protocol after the French Revolution, also escaping from an imposed marriage. In the 1800's he setteled in London trying to become a writer, but as his essays on love, sex and death were too bold for anyone on their right mind to publish them, he ended up having to prostitute himself for blood, having become quite popular as a high-rank renter in the victorian capital. Eventually he got back to France and from there he settled in St. Petersburg, Russia.

[KiraMidnight]

Daichi sighed a bit,he was ready to fight but since he had just gotten here and all no one would let hi, fight.

 

After a few weeks they gave him a chance and he began fighting,working his way to the top,by many months of fighting he made his was to being called Undefeatable.He was glad to be given such a title but his title didn't at all matter.He just fought cause he enjoyed the pain it could put his body in.

[Sayuri86]

The thick nocturnal fog had come out of nowhere, and little did the city’s inhabitants knew that with the fog came along two unexpected guests. Well, unexpected to every city dweller but one.

Desmond Delacroix was eagerly awaiting the arrival of the foreigners, sitting by the window, warming his cold skin to a majestic fireplace, and sipping on a glass of an exquisite brandy. A servant entered the room and bowed respectfully.

- My lord, they have arrived.

- Good, let them inside then, quickly. I can’t wait to see him after so long.

 

The vampire nobleman put down his glass right after the servant was off to get the door and tended to his clothing briefly, and then rushed to greet the two dark figures.

- Astaroth. – he said with a pleasant smile – It’s been a long time.

- A long time indeed. – the vampire prince replied taking off his top hat, now slightly damp because of a treacherous downpour that had started falling a few minutes before they get to the lavish manor’s front yard.

Following the traveling prince, entered a boy. Elegant in dressing as he was in figure despite his apparent youth, missing one eye, milky skin, and silent, very silent. He carefully took Astaroth’s tophat, coat and cane, and went down the hall to put them away guided by another member of the house’s staff.

 

- …That boyservant of yours. He creeps the hell out of me, you know? – Desmond mumbled while his eyes followed Luc down the corridor. But Astaroth scorned him in amusement.

- Don’t be such a girl’s petticoat, Desmond. Here, won’t you hug your cousin? – Astaroth invited opening his arms to which the owner of the house replied with a strong bear hug.

 

They were practically the same age, both appearing to be in their very late 20’s, and always had been good friends, namely, hunting together, a crucial activity in vampire society. Sometimes, the bonds formed that way would last their whole lifetimes.

- Look at you, – Desmond realized after breaking their hug but still not letting go of him – you’re a fright, it’s freezing cold out there and you’re soaked to the bone.

- Not really, you shouldn’t worry, it’s too late for me to catch my death out there because of a cold. – he joked.

- Come warm yourself by the fire, I insist. - Desmond had his arm around his cousin’s shoulders in and inviting gesture - I’ll order for warm drinks to be prepared.

 

Meanwhile, Luc wasn’t in his better mood that night. His sleeve had a deep slash across the upper arm and the fabric was stained with blood. After putting Astaroth’s things down over the guestroom bed the servants had shown him, he clenched his hand around his hurting arm. But the pain he was actually feeling inside was much deeper than the sore laceration’s.

 

He would take care of that later, it was nothing but a pesky scratch that must be ignored. He wouldn’t dare making a poor act in front of the manor’s master, let alone his own. So he gritted his teeth, put on another clean tailcoat and walked towards the living room so he could report and present himself to service again.

 

When he got close to the living room’s door, he stopped a footman of the house who was about to enter, holding a tray of Port wine. Luc told him he was also on duty and that he would serve the wine himself. The young man didn’t think twice and handed Luc the tray. An encounter less with a master that had fangs and a taste for blood, let alone two of them, always seemed a healthier option to the footman.

 

As he entered the room, he could see Astaroth and Desmond sitting in lavish chairs, placed facing each other in front of the fireplace, dining on some cold meat plates, chatting mildly and laughing of old times. It was almost an endearing scene to behold if it didn’t felt like he was jumping into a snake pit.

Luc was about to put the tray down on the small table near Desmond’s chair, when the owner of the house stopped him.

- Serve your master first. I want him to taste this one. – he said looking forward to Astaroth’s reaction to the wine. – I had it imported it as soon as I knew you were coming.

Luc nodded and obeyed, placing the tray on the table near Astaroth instead, and poured the wine in an elegant fashion holding the bottle carefully and then handing Astaroth the tiny crystal glass on a small plate.

 

Desmond was actually a great connoisseur and Port always had a special place in his wine cellar especially after he found out that Astaroth was quite fond of that sweet after-dinner brand of liquor.

- It’s wonderful. – Astaroth agreed categorically after the first sip. And then, as if he had just realized Luc was actually there he decided to take the chance to exhibit a precious asset of his own.

 

- Ah yes, this is Jean-Luc, my valet. – he said out of the blue, putting an arm around Luc’s waist and pulling him a bit closer to his chair’s arm, and as he did, keeping the same hand out of Desmond sight he discretely started to rub a finger between Luc’s buttocks, teasing him through his thigh-length short pants, making him blush and suddenly start to pant, involuntarily serving Ast’s purpose of showing off his own reactions to pleasure. – As you see, he’s quite a treasure… when you learn to like him, that is.

 

Luc glared at him after that last remark, and also for his actions. He loved when the master did that, but it was too embarrassing in front of a stranger.

- Go on, introduce yourself. – Astaroth cued, again, this time to display Luc’s obedience to Desmond after he had done the same with his lust.

 

Luc walked up to Desmond and kneeled on one leg before him, crossing an arm over is chest and lowering his head.

- I am the butler of Arcy, and my master wishes to offer my service to you. Please be kind enough to ask what you will of me.

 

Desmond listened and observed Luc’s flawless stance for a moment with a benevolent eye.

- He is well behaved and received top training from what I can tell, I must give that to you.

- So you see, - Astaroth chuckled in amusement as Luc retreated to his side once more – I still got it all.

- But you still haven’t changed him. – Desmond remarked gravely, knowing how delicate the subject could be.

- Not yet. – Astaroth faded the smile from his lips. He really didn’t like to be questioned on that matter. Desmond let out a sigh of contempt.

- And there you go. Doing things no one seems to understand. No wonder they’ve labeled you “crazy”. Our people is concerned, Astaroth.

- I have my own reasons, Desmond. – but not another word was said on the matter. Luc looked away in mild frustration.

 

Even if bound to his family’s House as an heir, Astaroth still acted like the sole master of his own boundaries, since the end of the French Revolution, traveling as he pleased, indulging in a public life of luxury and excess. Wild and free like the air humans breathe, and to some of them who happened to be particularly beautiful, he could become quite as indispensible, as a lover. But he also knew that many of his kind despised him as a reckless and rash fool, a lunatic unfit to rule. Even among his close family he had fierce opponents, namely the current Prince Regent, his father, the one who had raised Luc.

It tore the boy apart, such hatred. If they eventually came to a fight for power, Luc knew the risk he himself was bound to run. He would either lose the one that nurtured, trained and took care of him most of his life, or the one whose love he desired the most. Luc would always lose in the end. Whatever the outcome.

 

- I didn’t mean to upset you. Forgive me for not understanding your reasons. It’s none of my business. – Desmond shook a hand in front of him, implying that argument had come to a close. He refused to have his guests brooding in his house, especially when he was so glad that they had finally come to pay him a visit. He put his glass down and got up, suddenly realizing a blood stain on Luc’s coat while the boy suddenly squirmed in pain. By now it had become quite visible and the boy couldn’t help any longer but to hold the wound in pain.

 

- My God, Astaroth what happened to him?

Astaroth couldn’t avoid feeling surprised as well, thinking Luc had already nursed that wound. Probably he didn’t do it out of stubbornness as usual.

When a maid arrived with some first-aid supplies like, anti-septic and a bandage, Astaroth was explained that on the way he had been attacked by a masked vampire hunter and Luc had been hurt while protecting him.

- Did Luc kill him?

- No, the bastard escaped. But I doubt that one will bother me so soon.

 

The maid that was taking care of Luc’s wounds wasn’t paying attention at all to the masters’ conversation and as Luc had already become seemingly popular among the female servants downstairs, she tried to win his favor through sweet talk.

- So you want to tell me what happened?

- I was careless with the kitchen knife. – Luc said sarcastically in response. Other than some time alone with Astaroth whenever the master didn’t get a lover for the night, and a couple of chores he actually enjoyed doing, Luc’s life could be insufferably dull sometimes.

 

- Well, I guess that’s enough negative excitement for one evening. What do you say if we turn the tables this time? We’ll go out and I’ll take you some place fun.

- Really? – Astaroth didn’t seem too thrilled about going out in such a damp night. His hair was already a mess. – And exactly where do you plan to take me, dear cousin? I doubt that there’s nearly anything worth seeing in this ugly rat-race dump. Ugh… makes me prefer the country already. Some hunting on horseback can do miracles, I tell you.

 

But Desmond was grinning at the idea he had in mind. Confident Astaroth would prefer it by far as soon as he heard it.

- Tsk tsk. You’ve been far from the city for far too long, Astaroth. There are all sorts of appetites that need satisfying, here.

- What do you mean exactly?

- Come with me. We’ll be going out tonight. How about some fancy blood sport? I’m taking you to the pits.

- The what?

- The street fighting pits. The one thing this city’s economy moves around. Why do you think I decided to settle up here?

 

Astaroth was trying to get the concept down his head.

- Fighting… for money? Fighting is the job of a warrior, not exactly a pastime.

Desmond amused himself, at the thought of such an unconventional vampire, still having some traditional chivalric values. The prince’s reaction was innocent even.

 

- Oh you’d be surprised how those principles are taken here. It’s very simple. We get the blood and gore, the humans get the money… it’s fairly simple, but so entertaining.

- Fine. Try to impress me then. I don’t run from a challenge, let alone some free spectacle.

 

But as they arrived the place, Luc being included in the trip, Astaroth seemed to change his mind quickly.

- I don’t like it. It’s noisy, smelly and pointless.

 

- I agree to disagree. – Desmond smiled while showing them their seats. He seemed to feel at home despite his own distinct background - You’re being too harsh on it, Astaroth.

Luc, while being but a servant wasn’t allowed to have an opinion of his own, but his eye scanned the environment with relative tolerance.

 

Then Desmond pointed down at the center of the arena where a red headed fighter took both his arms right in the sky and let out a victory howl comparable to a dragon’s after the last combat.

-And THAT’s the local champion. He hasn’t lost a fight since he came here.

- Luc would beat him.

- What?

- With a hand behind his back, wouldn’t you, sweetheart?

Luc confronted the master’s glance with a mixed worried and confused expression. But right on that moment the MC’s voice sounded like thunder through the speakers.

 

“And don’t forget the upcoming two day tournament starting tomorrow! Will our champion remain undefeatable? Apply now if you think you can throw the invincible Daichi out of his throne! Now there’s a lad that seems to have come to stay!”

 

Suddenly, something hit Astaroth’s mind.

- We’ll see about that. – Astaroth grinned – And it’ll be right now!

- Eh!? And what about dinner? – Desmond seemed disappointed and bewildered.

- If this goes as I’m planning, you and I won’t have to dine on streetfighters again for a long time. Trust me!

 

He took Luc by the wrist and took him through the seats getting down and trying to look for the place where new fighters could register.

The joint was crowded, and of all the people, Luc ended up bumping into Daichi.

- Ugh!

[KiraMidnight]

Daichi looked at the boy,but didn't say anything,he just yawned slightly and streached.

He moved to the registeration booth and wrote his name down on the sheet at the top,where they made sure to save him a spot for his name.

He walked back,passing Ast and Luc,slightly smiling cause he couldn't wait for the tournament

[Sayuri86]

Luc frowned at Daichi’s actions and posture.

“What’s with his attitude?” – were his thoughts. He glared at him waiting for an apology but it proved a waste of time, as the tall redhead soon broke the eye contact, looking a lot more interested in the registration booth.

Astaroth voiced Luc’s thoughts that moment.

- So many good manners to be taught… - he mumbled in displeasure.

Maybe it was just the vampire’s big mouth, or maybe the words were supposedly an attempt of comforting the little valet. Soon Daichi was done registering but Luc kept him under his glance attentively, while Astaroth stepped forward to register him.

- I’d like to register a fighter for tomorrow’s tournament. – he said placing a bill over the counter so he could pay the fee, but the man in charge looked skeptic by judging Astaroth by appearance.

- Fine. Name?

- Oh it’s not me, it’s my valet, I’m merely the, uh… sponsor. – he grinned. Then he made signal for Luc to come closer. And if Daichi had not left yet he would certainly hear the collective laugh wave that exploded around the booth.

- This itty bitty fellow?

- Better have a small body than a small brain, don’t you think? – Luc replied promptly. But Astaroth kept calm during the whole time, he was distressfully confident in Luc’s mood.

 

After the registration was filled out, the man added.

- Right, the event runs at 11 pm sharp. And if you ever come to your senses… you lose every penny of your registration. – he grinned.

- Very well. Should be fun enough. – the vampire replied.

[KiraMidnight]

Daichi spent the entire night training in a old forest.Enjoying the sounds of the forest and loving the silence of the night.

He was training very hard,sweat pouring down his unclothed upper body and his eyes narrowed,focused on his own movements.

He remained silent as he trained,keeping a keen ear on the sounds around him,listening to the owls make their night sounds and the other animals that crawled along the forest floor.

 

Finally after 9 hours of training he stopped,sitting under a big and very tall old oak tree.He took a deep breath and closed his eyes,giving his body a chance to catch it's breath and be ready for round two of training.

He laid there of about 30 minutes and got back up,beginning to train again.

 

After abother 4 hours the time hit 3 PM and he sighed.He then left the forest,takeing the last few hours he had before the tournament to eat and tame a much needed rest.

He went home,cooked him a small meal,he knew if he ate too much before a fight it could be his downfall,he ate his meal and walked upstairs,into his room and laid down on his old,half padded matress.

It wasn't long before he fell asleep calmly.Having every alarm in his house set for 9 pm and the alarm that guarded his house set to go off if any one tried breakibg in,or even any movement but his own was senced

[Sayuri86]

Being a houseservant above everything, Luc had a lot of chores in hand before he could have some time for himself, either to brush up his old skills or even to get some rest. Over time, he got himself used not to sleep many hours per night, having to stay awake during the day to do all the housework and at night to serve the meals and keep his master company.

Not having much time left for training, though, was starting to make him fidgety, which was proptly perceived by Astaroth while the boy was dressing him for going to the competition.

- You think you don't have it anymore? - he asked.

- And do you think I do?

Luc seemed to be looking down on him, annoyed not only by the useless question but also by the master's prepotence by signing him up for the competition without even consulting him properly.

- Of course, I have faith in my staff.

 

The vampire was smiling kindly, yet Luc could see he had his mind more on the profit he could make from the fight, or even the entertainment about the event, than in the true outcome and consequences for the small valet.

- I didn't start out very well...

- What? You mean that little brawl on the village's square when you were 10? That was nothing!

- They broke both my legs!

- Hm, well, yes. What did you expect? You were already slippery as soap back then. - the prince chuckled, much to the boy's displeasure, making him blush - There was no other way for those three guys to make you stay still. But I sure did have my fun with them after that. And in the end, you got to walk again didn't you? It's all but a fond memory now.

Even if Luc had much to argue about the master's use of the word "fond", he decided he was in no condition to object due to his own retlessness, and just let out a sigh. His heart was pounding like a little swallow that craved to go out from the nest and yet thought the world was way too big, and perhaps threatning, out there.

 

- Fine. - Astaroth finally gave his clothing some last touches and looked more confident than ever - Let's go make some money. Unfortunately, beauty and luxury don't pay themselves.

They got there right on time and Luc eventually managed to get some higher point of view at the arena by perching on a nearby light post after making sure Astaroth and Desmond were well settled in their seats. He wanted to see how did the other fighters do for as long as possible before he was sorted out for the first rounds of combat. As an outcomer it could take a while.

 

The system was simple, two fighters were aleatorily chosen and put against one another. The loser would be eliminated from the competition after the combat.

[KiraMidnight]

Daichi had ready been there,far before Ast and the others were.He was in the ring,looking ready and anxious.

And already by the first round Daichi had fought and beat all 10 people.

He was usually chosen first to fingh,and left in the ring long after,just to test his abikities to go with no end.

When it finally was done all that was left was Luc,and as for Luc observingverything,Daichi hasn't even began to reveal his talents!

By now Luc was the only one left and Daichi spoke,clear and uninturpted

"Hey,kid I saw earlier,come on...it is your turn."

[Sayuri86]

Fight after fight, Luc had been watching everyone’s moves closely. There were some really good brawlers but who would fall flat on the ground against a simple yet effective tactic. It would be hard for anyone to keep their concentration high in such a rowdy place anyway.

 

So far, Daichi had already eliminated quite a number of fighters, and even before it was time for him to face Luc, the valet had the chance to have a couple of matches of his own.

At first he had some trouble to keep up with their rhythm as they put much more of a fight than any of his ordinarily unsuspecting victims ever would. But Luc concentrated mainly in dodging and quick counter attacks at the foes’ backs. And one after the other they fell like birds that never knew a stone had hit them.

 

In the meanwhile, Astaroth had made some new best friends at the bet stands as the odds against Luc were high because of the boy’s initial reluctance and apparent lack of skill, but the tables suddenly turned after the first combat.

Nothing really seemed to inspire any sense of piety on Luc since he had first fallen on the arena’s ground. And with Astaroth it was the same.

- Really, Astaroth. Not even I gamble so high. – advised Desmond who was slightly cranky for having already lost some money - You should let these poor fellows go.

- No way. – he snickered while counting his freshly earned money, having the time of his “unlife” – I’m going to send all of you home in your underpants tonight!

 

As the random fighter selections went on, Luc took the chance to take some rest at his perch on the post between fights.

When the valet came down once more to enter the pit, finally against Daichi, no one saw him merely as a “kid” anymore, and he frowned slightly at how the redhead still had the guts to call him that after seeing what he had done. Well, at least he was showing no fear.

 

Facing him silently, he adopted a defensive stance with his fists up, only showing him his flank, waiting for the signal for them to start.

[KiraMidnight]

Daichi stood there,unmoving and just watch the child go into defence.

He sighed and scratched the back of his head,closeing his eyes a bit.

""I'm to tired for this shit....the last Kid I faced was killed...I don't mind killing another,but I don't want to seem like a Baby killer...!"

His voice was deep and serious,but when he said Kid and Baby he put a bit of a sarcastic tone on the words,knowing they pissed Luc off.

He then also waited for the starter bell,just standing there and watching him

[Sayuri86]

Luc didn't reply, but he was visibly annoyed by the remarks, judging by his expression. Even so, he was disciplined enough not to let anyone provoke him like that before a fight, as acting rashly had gotten him quite a long list of injuries in the past, so he held his ground.

 

Waiting for the bell to sound he stared at Daichi from head to toe with the same intensity, but still, Astaroth was willing to bet Daichi would be the first one to attack, since he looked a lot more aggressive by far.

But as the bell rang, Luc was definitely the first one to make a move, charging at Daichi trying to fool him, only to jump right over him and go for a high kicking blow at his back right after he landed on the ground.

[KiraMidnight]

Quickly Daichi moved,grabbing Luc's leg and throwning his to the ground.

He did a flip backwards and smiled slightly

"I knew you would attack first..."

Daichi seemed very unimpressed and unphased,it really kind of made his bored.

His expression showed nothing at all and inside he was very calm

 

He didn't want this to drag on too long,and he really couldn't care if he lost or not, he was just so bored....

Really he never really cared if he lost or won,he was excited by the thrill of the fight,not the outcome.