[ They haven't had a chance to fight like this in ages, and it feels like coming home. Not that he'd say so, if asked. Not that he even recognizes the feeling himself. Vash is frustrating, too moralistic, and slobbering all over his cigarette! That warmth fluttering excitedly in his chest? That's just adrenaline, and he'll fight anyone – including himself – who says otherwise. ]
Give it!
[ Vash twists his head away just enough to keep the cigarette out of Wolfwood's grasp, hitting back with a one-two of an elbow and a kick to the gut that leaves him unsteady on a single leg. Vash is more flexible than he is, Wolfwood knows, so in a contest of balance and bending, he won't win. But Wolfwood's a better grappler – or so he thinks – so obviously the best course of action is to take out Vash's remaining leg as he falls, bringing the bony bastard down with him, then pin him to the floor and claim his prize. What could go wrong? ]
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Give it!
[ Vash twists his head away just enough to keep the cigarette out of Wolfwood's grasp, hitting back with a one-two of an elbow and a kick to the gut that leaves him unsteady on a single leg. Vash is more flexible than he is, Wolfwood knows, so in a contest of balance and bending, he won't win. But Wolfwood's a better grappler – or so he thinks – so obviously the best course of action is to take out Vash's remaining leg as he falls, bringing the bony bastard down with him, then pin him to the floor and claim his prize. What could go wrong? ]