"G-gyaaah!" howled Yoshimitsu as he was kicked across the floor of the barracks. [i]Any time you want to start talking to me would be great, sword,[/i] he thought as he came crashing into a wall. "N-nice!" he called out, his left leg twitching above the rest of his crumpled form just in time to see the fireball launch. [i]He's really mad isn't he...[/i] Yoshimitsu grimly questioned as he quickly adjusted his legs to flash-push himself off the wall just in time for the kido to fly past him, cratering the area that he was at rest in moments before. But before he had time to react to anything else, a scream of "OWOWOWOWOW!" echoed through the barracks. "ACK! Jesus, have you ever given yourself a shunpo-scrape on your chin?" he said, immediately spreading medical ointment across his bloodied chin-line. "Well, I'd better get serious now, since it seems like you've been the whole time," he muttered, taking a defensive stance, holding his sword with two hands in front of his face.