[justify]Didn’t need Lurch’s goth femboy son telling him he had a lot to live up to with a title like King of Earth, Nudara was more aware than anyone else, that the number of people who wanted revenge on him for the way he’d snagged the title from the red-haired samurai extended far beyond this city’s edge. John—at least—only wanted to kill him because he was a reputable name and not because of some silly vendetta wherein he was mad that the Black Prince had killed someone he liked during a tournament where people were explicitly trying to kill each other.

John at least had the guts do it himself.

Nudara could tell that John was drawing something through the fog and judging by everything from their size to the stance he took, it wasn’t hard to tell that they were guns, giant guns for a giant man. They were undeniable cool but part of Nudara couldn’t help but [b]scoff[/b] at the prospect that he really thought a firearm, the most dishonorable of weapons, would be able to take down the King of Earth. There was something grotesquely impersonal about killing your opponent at range that he couldn’t abide by and the Black Prince had learned to dodge bullets when he was still but a stripling and so by the time Rex had leveled his monstrous guns with the shrouded hound, he was already moving. Swaying to one side with a boxer’s grace as he preemptively dodged the slug only for his danger sense to spike for one brief haunting instant, it was then that he saw the glass shatter, shards of the stuff inches thick designed to withstand bullets shattering in slow motion mid-air before the Prince’s eyes.

Oh, so these weren’t [i]normal[/i] guns.

Nudara half-flung himself to the side and was half-flung to the side by the shockwave passing him. Skidding across the floor until he found himself colliding with the receptionist desk where once there had been a meatcycle embedded in the front and now there stood a gaping hole sticky with meaty residue. The bang of the bullets followed milliseconds but in his senses still notably after the slugs. Who in turn went on to demolish a wall (or three) at the other end of the hallway before they would inevitably come to whatever stop was most natural for them, embedded in stone seemed most likely.

Though maybe they’d explode?

Of the exchange, Nudara was certain that he’d gotten the better of it, he’d only been shove aside. Roughly, enough to send him skidding along the ground and to leave an ache in his reinforced ribs. Meanwhile, Rex was embedded in a far wall bleeding from multiple little wounds all over his body, but were one to look at the expressions on their face then surely they would think the opposite of their little exchange. To see the Rex grinning like a feral beast from his place on the wall. To see how Nudara scowled at having been tossed aside like a leaf on the wind now climbing up to one knee with that fur collared jacket still clinging to his shoulders—somehow—it always managed to stay on. Nudara’s clothing had been created by a ghostly seamstress, they were [i]spiritwoven[/i], which meant that they could suffer a great deal of damage without falling away though even still they weren’t exactly a feasible form of armor… just a guarantee that Rex wouldn’t have to fight him in the nude.

[b]VRRRM~![/b]

Somewhere in the shroud of night a dragon roared, the meatcycle was on the move, the tactical part of Nudara’s brain told him that it was still a few moments away and that he ought to secure a better defensive position before engaging in a two-on-one battle. The arrogant part of his brain said charge. All of that ambient heat that had built up in the air around them exploded all at once. First it sucked in everything around it for a brief horrible moment that might-just might make dodging a lot harder. Might keep Rex off balance for the moment that Nudara lunged forward with an explosion blooming in the hallway behind him like a howling wolf, his left fist cocked back, black clad human knuckles looking to pound an impression of themselves in the big man’s abdomen or his guard or whatever part of his body they could while roaring black flames washed over him and blew a whole section of the bloodbank right back into the courtyard. His black still hanging over his shoulder.

“[color=ed1c24]One serving of pain, coming right up![/color]”[/justify]