voicetesting like woah; spoilers for rwby volume 3 chapter 11 probably in comments

[terribull]

Why am I not surprised that it's a human trying to drag me along with his pathetic whims? If you think for a moment that I'll simply accept this leash like a domesticated beast, then you'd best think again while you're still able.

You. Blake. Every last human that's trodden on my Faunus brethren. I'll show you all just how terrible I can really be.

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You have no idea how happy I am to see an Adam.

[quickdrawlatino]

Oh such a fierce threat indeed. I'm positively shaking in my boots.

[Hey Adam, there's an uppity human in a weird suit mocking you. Oh look, he's got a weapon that resembles Wilt and Blush too. Is there no end to the things humans will take from the Faunus? (_{Nevermind that Sam came first})]

It doesn't surprise me your ladyfriend left a bullheaded man like yourself.

and likewise for a Sam! I have a Blade Wolf journal laying around somewhere, haha

[terribull]

[ Adam looks about as amused as can be expected.

Which is to say not at all. ]

You seem to be under the impression that your opinion means something to me.

You're mistaken.

Leave.

Excellent. Maybe someday they can meet.

[quickdrawlatino]

[As a person who truly enjoys irritating opponents - prospective or otherwise - the demand from Adam was just giving him all the more to work with. He simply replies with a smirk as he rests a hand on the Murasama.]

And you seem to be under the impression that I'm going to listen to you.

I don't think I've quite outstayed my welcome yet. Of course if you want to show me the door, well... you can go ahead and try.

[No Aura, No Semblance, Nothing more than a suit any Hunter of Skill could probably break open, his weapon and his skills and he's mocking and challenging Adam.]

I heard in some countries they geld bulls that get too uppity. I'm wondering if the same can be said of you with how much your lovely leader has you in her grasp.

[...Correction. Now the mockery is commencing.]

If I can find the time to canon review...

[terribull]

[ Somehow, even through a mask that entirely conceals his eyes, Sam can probably feel the intensity of the glare from behind it. He doesn't know who this human is, or how he knows the first thing about his forced allegiance to Cinder. Frankly, he doesn't care.

He's more interested in carving this man's tongue out, now. ]

You're sticking your nose where it doesn't belong and trying my patience.

[ It's his turn to rest his hand on his weapon's hilt, fingers curling lightly around its base. The temptation's there to strike first, for sure, and it's becoming harder to find a reason not to. ]

You must have a death wish. I'll be more than happy to fulfill it for you.

Take your time

[quickdrawlatino]

Well its always been a hobby of mine... but really I'm amazed that you even have any patience to speak of.

[Good, good. It means he's gotten exactly the reaction he was hoping for. Sam's grin simply grows all the more arrogant, all the more taunting as his teeth are bared. The movement is sudden and the sound of metal clearing a sheath cuts through the air faster than a drawn breath. In less time than it took to blink Sam's sword was already in the open and arcs of energy began to dance upon its crimson blade as he languidly settled into a stance.]

As for a death wish... mm... I wouldn't say so much as feeling like carving up a side of steak.

Nice of you to offer yourself up. Cow.

[Animal association and insulting Adam's masculinity. That's a twofer right there.]

[terribull]

[ "Cow".

It's like firing a starting pistol - the single syllable has barely left Sam's lips when Adam acts, offering no further rebuttals, no more verbal warnings. The rest of this conversation, he decided, would be written in this man's blood. The distance between them vanishes in a blur of black and red, coming in low - his strike is similar to the way Sam had unsheathed his weapon, Wilt escaping its sheath with a scream of metal as he aims to sever this arrogant fool's hands at the wrists.

It's direct, predictable perhaps, but absurdly fast. He doesn't care to have a demonstration of technique (which isn't to say he lacks it) - he'll strike right at Sam's defenses until they crumble beneath him. A lesson in futility might do him some good in the next life. ]

[quickdrawlatino]

[He had such lessons taught to him before. However one could say he was a terrible student, sent to the back of the class with the dunce cap.

Adam would find Wilt crashing into his opponent's own blade and a shower of sparks flashing across the air from the impact. The man was fast, and he wasn't going to be put on the defensive as he sought to push away Wilt with an upwards swing before bringing the Murasama slashing through the air.

Sam wasn't a fool; Adam was good with that sword of his. Right now it benefited him to go all out... and make sure the Faunus was kept as off balance in the fight as possible.]

Good form, nice speed. Not bad for a man whose only opponents of note were a machine and two schoolgirls.

[terribull]

[ If nothing, the man wasn't all talk - Adam wouldn't say he respected it, because respect is the very last thing he feels for this mouthy buffoon, but he at least acknowledged that he'd have to put in more than the minimal effort that it took to defeat the likes of Blake and her blonde friend.

Which was fine. He had plenty where that came from.

Wilt finds itself cast aside but for a moment, returning to place well in time to guard Adam from the Murasama's counterattack. He might have a strength advantage if he were to actually hold the weapon in both hands, but Blush remains clutched in his other hand - for now, the second clash remains even, though Adam makes no visible effort to force his way through it. ]

I see you don't count yourself as noteworthy.

[ It's his turn to swipe Sam's weapon aside, but he doesn't step in for a follow-up - instead he flips Blush in his hand to aim the barrel at Sam's midsection, firing a few shots off in succession, Wilt raised just in case he should need to defend himself again. ]

[quickdrawlatino]

[Sam found himself forced back by the break in the lock. Something that probably saved him a bit of pain as he slashed apart the incoming gunfire... most of it anyway.

He could feel one, maybe two ... or was it the halves of one bullet he was a little late to deflecting? Either way Adam managed to get a hit in that rang right through his suit and left a few cracks in it.]

That would imply this was actually a fight.

[He doubles back and at first glance it may seem like he was retreating... but what Sam was doing is anything but that. The Murasama is held low as Sam tore towards Adam with all the force of a violent gunshot as it tore upwards from the ground in a rising slash!]

[terribull]

[ He allows himself a brief moment of twisted satisfaction as a few of his shots strike true - not enough to lower his guard, of course, but enough to give him a thirst for more. This man isn't a pushover, but that only means his supposed eventual victory will be all the sweeter.

Perhaps he'll rip his teeth out first, just to put an end to that damn grin of his.

But he can't focus on that right now - he only has a moment to react, quickly sheathing Wilt within Blush as Sam backs off, leaving only part of the blade still exposed. He's barely able to lift the weapon in time to parry the strike, and even then the force of it was enough to knock him backwards, feet skidding along the ground several yards from the impact. But as Sam's blade crashed into Adam's, there's a pulse of red - along Wilt, through Adam's hair, across the red accents in his clothes.

If he's going to finish this, he's going to do it the most brutal way he knows how.

He presses Wilt back down to sheathe it fully, bending at the knees in a ready stance - and waiting. The next time Sam came at him, he'd unleash everything he had. Then he'd count the pieces. ]

[quickdrawlatino]

[Ah... that stance... Sam knows exactly what it means. Adam would find the smug look on Sam's face replaced by intense focus as the Murasama is returned to its sheath and the human assuming a similar posture, finger on the trigger.

No words. No mockery. Just silence as Sam regards his opponent. The quiet is deafening and you can almost imagine a tumbleweed passing by.

This moment was probably going to be the defining moment of this fight. Whoever landed this blow... victory would belong to them.]

I don't have a Sun. Zidane will have to do.

[no_reason_needed]

[The boy with the monkey tail is giving you a weirded out look.]

What exactly is your problem? And what's up with the mask? Are you some kind of thief?