[SephirothKirby]

SephirothKirby had been sneering, but as the cold steel penetrated his flesh, he grimaced as the blood trickled. He had been damaged to a larger extent now, and he would have to fight with his mind rather than sheer strength. He tightened his grip, and put it by his injured side. His breaths became heavier, and his eyes became cold. He now felt true rage toward his opponent. Before he had just been annoyed.

"Chucklehuck, I am afraid I cannot comply with your wishes. My sword is my love, as an artist loves his brush, I will not have you mock it."

SephirothKirby was serious now. Dead serious. His black wings spread out as he jumped backwards into the air, landing perfectly on his feet a small bit back. He needed some space from ChuckleHuck.

I've used Firaga Wall, Flash, and I have used Sin Harvest...I see no reason to take this innocent man's soul with Meteor. This is my malicious sides skills. Perhaps I should retain my calmer, peaceful side. That tends to relax me in battle.

SephirothKirby looked intense, but only in a moment did his entire body looked like it was relieved. His body loosened up, he slouched, and he took a carefree look upon himself. It was as if he had changed personalities entirely.

"Hiiiiii!"

ChuckleHuck wasn't sure how to take this. Was this an insult? Did SephirothKirby feel he didn't need to use his full potential to fight him? It left a confused expression on his face.

SephirothKirby then stared at his sword, as if he didn't know what to do with it. This went on for a moment, until he put the hilt in his mouth and began sucking on it, as if it were a lollipop. Surely he would've died by now, if ChuckleHuck hadn't been staring in awe at this display. His opponent was now acting like a small child, would it even be morally right to attack him?

His thoughts were pierced when SephirothKirby clenched his sword and ran toward Chuckle. He may've been childlike, but he still knew he was in a battle, and it was no time to be toying around, leaving himself open. He leapt up into the air, rather high, and pointed the sword downward. There was a drop in his altitude, and ChuckleHuck took a look a fear upon himself. He was a strong and agile man, so he tried to parry it with the Excalibur, which resulted in him averting a direct thrust to his face, but the Masamune had been drawn a new path, which had cut off a few strands of hair, along with a thin line drawn upon his cheek. At first it appeared to do no damage, until it was painfully clear it sliced open as the blood started to come forth. It certainly was no serious wound, but he knew his opponent was warning him.

(OoC: Is it better than my prior work? A certain tip told me I should lose the italics, except for thoughts, and work on detail. I tried to do much more detail, I'm not sure if I did a good job.)