Post by TakaruMatsui on Sept 7, 2022 19:01:59 GMT -5
Fog and rain cover the ocean that rages just out of sight of the old pier, and Takaru Matsui leans on the rails as he watches the sea swirl and crash against the dock. He says nothing for a long moment, then looks up as a hand lifts to brush his hair back from his face. He turns, shrugging lazily before he leans against the warped wood before he arches a brow.
'Psychotic Goth. You walk around here claiming you are the Dragon of W:UK, that you were once the Serpent of SWAT. That we should all fear you and your power, because it took three men to beat you in Australia! But I was in Australia, and when your team was betrayed! When one of your SWAT brothers betrayed you? Where were you? Where was the dragon? You were laying on the floor because your witch wasn't there to will you back to your feet! That some witch, that some woman taken out by that same betrayer! You did nothing when the Bastards pinned him, you did nothing when the Bastards pinned Armand!'
Takaru smirked.
'You are no dragon, Goth. You're a jackal, you're a vulture. How do you say? Scavenger? What you are is a bully who roars in ancient dialects. Because instead of going after the madman who broke Team SWAT because of his own ego, because of his own private war with the Von Krauss? Instead of going after the men who beat you? Instead of going after the man who betrayed your team! Instead of going after the man who beat your long time enemy Eddie D? You want to pick a fight with me because of what Wormwood said?'
Takaru laughed, shaking his head as he turned back to watching the ocean lash against the pier. His shoulders shook, and then he looked up again with a faint smirk.
'Do you think I will let you bully me, Goth? Did you think I would just sit back and let you run roughshod over Neon Bushido? No. You wanted a fight? I am going to give you a fight, Goth. I am going to give you a fight that you have not gotten since you left SWAT! Your days of being a scavenger are over, your bullying ways are over! You can speak in riddles, you can roar and rage, you can try to make me afraid.'
The Red Slayer turned, and his lip curled.
'But I have been dealing with monsters my whole life, Goth. I have been facing bullies like you since I could walk. And I am going to shut your mouth, Dragon of W:UK! I am going to teach you some respect, as I hit the Kinshasa you will know that you have been beaten by the Red Slayer! You will know I am not going to let a man like you treat Wormwood like you have been. You think you are powerful because you scare him? You think you are mighty because you can cast some spells on W:UK? But as I watched the Bastards knock you into the third row?'
A shrug.
'You were exposed, Goth. You're smoke and mirrors, you are scary words and weapons. You are as real as the mists and smoke that herald your arrival, but as you face the fury of Takaru Matsui! As you face down the Red Slayer! You will taste the cold hard flavor of reality, you will face the truth which is that you are nothing but a feeder of carrion. But I am no easy prey! You wanted my attention, Goth? You wanted to face Takaru Matsui! You wanted the Red Slayer? You have it!'
Takaru shrugged, and then he walked off the peir with a final flick of his long black hair. And he paused, turning again as he spread his arms wide with a faint bow.
'Perhaps your magic should have told you to be careful what you wish for, Goth.'
'Psychotic Goth. You walk around here claiming you are the Dragon of W:UK, that you were once the Serpent of SWAT. That we should all fear you and your power, because it took three men to beat you in Australia! But I was in Australia, and when your team was betrayed! When one of your SWAT brothers betrayed you? Where were you? Where was the dragon? You were laying on the floor because your witch wasn't there to will you back to your feet! That some witch, that some woman taken out by that same betrayer! You did nothing when the Bastards pinned him, you did nothing when the Bastards pinned Armand!'
Takaru smirked.
'You are no dragon, Goth. You're a jackal, you're a vulture. How do you say? Scavenger? What you are is a bully who roars in ancient dialects. Because instead of going after the madman who broke Team SWAT because of his own ego, because of his own private war with the Von Krauss? Instead of going after the men who beat you? Instead of going after the man who betrayed your team! Instead of going after the man who beat your long time enemy Eddie D? You want to pick a fight with me because of what Wormwood said?'
Takaru laughed, shaking his head as he turned back to watching the ocean lash against the pier. His shoulders shook, and then he looked up again with a faint smirk.
'Do you think I will let you bully me, Goth? Did you think I would just sit back and let you run roughshod over Neon Bushido? No. You wanted a fight? I am going to give you a fight, Goth. I am going to give you a fight that you have not gotten since you left SWAT! Your days of being a scavenger are over, your bullying ways are over! You can speak in riddles, you can roar and rage, you can try to make me afraid.'
The Red Slayer turned, and his lip curled.
'But I have been dealing with monsters my whole life, Goth. I have been facing bullies like you since I could walk. And I am going to shut your mouth, Dragon of W:UK! I am going to teach you some respect, as I hit the Kinshasa you will know that you have been beaten by the Red Slayer! You will know I am not going to let a man like you treat Wormwood like you have been. You think you are powerful because you scare him? You think you are mighty because you can cast some spells on W:UK? But as I watched the Bastards knock you into the third row?'
A shrug.
'You were exposed, Goth. You're smoke and mirrors, you are scary words and weapons. You are as real as the mists and smoke that herald your arrival, but as you face the fury of Takaru Matsui! As you face down the Red Slayer! You will taste the cold hard flavor of reality, you will face the truth which is that you are nothing but a feeder of carrion. But I am no easy prey! You wanted my attention, Goth? You wanted to face Takaru Matsui! You wanted the Red Slayer? You have it!'
Takaru shrugged, and then he walked off the peir with a final flick of his long black hair. And he paused, turning again as he spread his arms wide with a faint bow.
'Perhaps your magic should have told you to be careful what you wish for, Goth.'
