He bounced off the wall, staggering forward off the impact a step before leaning back and up against it. The beer still half full in one hand, and one of the older versions of his arsenal of light up death blades in the other. Not only was he very well versed in the handling of these weapons, he was equally well versed in fighting against them.
"Well, you know what they say about assuming things, right?" He taunted, tipping the bottle up to his lips before lifting one of his feet and planting it to the wall. Pushing off from it and coupling it with a quick upwards swipe to try and throw her guard off, and let him twist away to the side, and back to an open ring.
So to speak.
"Something about assholes. And you and me. I think it ends in anal or someshit?" Travis was always mouthy. Always a piece of shit. Turned out, when the fighting got going, that only ramped up too.
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"Well, you know what they say about assuming things, right?" He taunted, tipping the bottle up to his lips before lifting one of his feet and planting it to the wall. Pushing off from it and coupling it with a quick upwards swipe to try and throw her guard off, and let him twist away to the side, and back to an open ring.
So to speak.
"Something about assholes. And you and me. I think it ends in anal or someshit?" Travis was always mouthy. Always a piece of shit. Turned out, when the fighting got going, that only ramped up too.