| [Feb. 7th, 2008|10:44 pm] |
Getting tugged around like a wayward kitten did little to endear Raidou to Haruichi at that particular moment - especially given that he didn't need reminding that the other man probably had twice the muscle on him and plenty more height. That meant plenty more reach in his arms and more arc in his kicks, which in turn meant Haruichi was not looking forward to this.
Getting called a kid was just icing on the cake. And like the Director's leg, Haruichi was certain that this cake would taste of evil too.
"You say that like it won't take long," Haruichi observed, activating his byakugan in anticipation of the fact that Raidou's leg was probably long enough to sneak up behind him while the rest of him put on a puppet show to his face. Gods, he hated fighting with tall people.
From the far side of the room, where he was wrapping bandages around his leg, Arakaki muttered, "By all means, make it as protracted as possible." Luckily Haruichi didn't hear him. Not that there would've been time to respond. As soon as he settled into a decent blocking-slash-ducking-for-one's-life stance Raidou's various appendages shot into action and within about ten seconds Haruichi's skinny little Hyuuga ass was flung once again across the room.
Things did not improve from there. |
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