| [Dec. 29th, 2008|09:15 pm] |
Raidou thought over his past week and felt his mouth twist slightly, stuck between a smile and a scowl. "According to Intel, I'm a teacher in the making. Besides, what have you got to lose?"
He left her to think for a second while he went back to his kit and dug out a roll of bandages. He tossed it at Tsume. "For your hands. If you've got no chakra to shield your skin, you need to put something in its place. Gloves'd work, too, but I didn't bring any." He shrugged and took up his place again.
"There's a lot I can tell you," he said, with the short smile of one who knew exactly how he sounded, but planned to keep talking anyway. "But I figure we start with the basics first. One--you can kick harder than you can punch, and your legs are a lot longer than your arms; I'll let you do the math. And two--fight dirty. Bite, scratch, kick me on the shins--whatever. Just go for where it really hurts." He grinned properly this time, dropping back into a ready-to-move stance. "Finish the fight before it starts." |
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