Ivan's face fell as Ineko left, taking most of his reason for talking to the blandly colored broad with neon hair away with him. Robo-boy with his unmoving mouth was the sole reason that he got involved with this trash-talking chick in the first place. He sighed, straightening his floppy hat on his head and checking himself over for sauce stains from Shiro's entrance before making his counter-argument. 

[b]"Girlie, if you saw me getting knocked around, you're as blind as you are annoying."[/b] The larger man turned back to his sandwiches momentarily, retrieving one of the unfinished halves that hadn't been splattered in Indigo's sup-par pasta sauce. [b]"The magician is been of an opponent than your skinny ass will [i]ever[/i] be, but those so-called 'unadaptable shots' of mine managed to knock out his aura down to minute levels. I can't seem to find the point where my tactics were, ah, countered." [/b]

His lips curled back in something that could have easily been a snarl [i]or[/i] the second coming of the annoying grin at her counter to his 'already going behind her back' comment.[b] "Ah, but [i]Sappy[/i], you were invited with the rest of us non-teammates. Can't seem to see the leaderly respect in that."[/b]