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[Plus side: He's not wearing women's clothing. Downside: The ship just got a hell of a lot creepier. Although Fuuma does look quite snazzy in an evening coat. He's adjusting his shades now]
...have to say I almost preferred when we wore dresses.
...have to say I almost preferred when we wore dresses.
[Well, we aren't on the Crucible anymore, kids. It's actually a pretty good replica of Tokyo Tower, and Fuuma's standing on a rafter, a cloak around him while one other person stands facing him, holding a sword identical to his own Shinken. Neither one move for a few moments before they start clashing, lightning coming off their swords.
After a while, Fuuma starts forming a dragon out of the rubble that has accumulated, it streaming toward Kamui before he blasts it away, moving out of the smoke with superhuman speed, pinning Fuuma against a rafter]
I already told you, Fuuma. You can't beat me. You're just my shadow.
SHUT UP! [He blasts Kamui away, growling, his eyes glowing furiously]
After a while, Fuuma starts forming a dragon out of the rubble that has accumulated, it streaming toward Kamui before he blasts it away, moving out of the smoke with superhuman speed, pinning Fuuma against a rafter]
I already told you, Fuuma. You can't beat me. You're just my shadow.
SHUT UP! [He blasts Kamui away, growling, his eyes glowing furiously]
