- the sofa beside them.

- into her space made with a jab of his claw. Hopefully it was enough to conceal his real attack which was a hard hitting uppercut thrown fast from down below.

If it connected, the Spider would be seeing stars momentarily, a swift roundhouse to her abdomen his next move to knock her clear over-

- the pile of shattered wood…-

Hah….what did it matter to him? He wouldn’t be responsible for any of this damage.

Lifting just a little from his crouch steps carefully took him counter clockwise around the spider as if he was watching an animal. Not that he wasn’t one himself, a sudden feint-

- leaping back and settling into a crouch.

“You should play something, but I doubt it’d be classy.”

Chuckled lowly, dark hair falling into his eyes a bit. They’d end up destroying this room if things continued on this way, his gaze traveling to the spiderwebbed cracks on the window, -

- assassin fly right past him, a wicked grin on the ninjas face as he put some space between them.

“Toro, toro!! You almost earned yourself another scar there Spider~”

Licked her blood clean off his claws and licked his lips after.

- it causing his body to practically move on its own to slice that thrown chair to ribbons.

“You read my mind…”

Hissed out watching her charge at him full force. Did she forget that he was a matador? Trained to deal with mad bulls day in and out? A quick spin would see the-

- darkness so soon, she’d be mistaken. Claws were set to strike at her exposed core as he dashed past, utilizing the wall ahead to quickly bounce back for a sky high claw aimed directly for her chest.

With no mask, he knew he was vulnerable but that’s what made his attacks all the more deadly.

- The assassins silhouette would be seen through the smoke of the powder and the heat of the hot water before the bathroom light cut off. The dial in his hand was then tossed towards her with a bit of a curve, a wild beast of a man following soon after.

If she thought he would resort to the-

- air making him cough a little.

Fine.

She could have this moment to recoup. But only this time.

Soaked palms gripped the shower dial as he rinsed the stinging sensation from his eyes for a second, his grip tightening on the metal until he twisted the knob off completely. -

- pain in his foot and eventually his abdomen with her kick to finally put some distance between the two. He was wet, in pain, and royally pissed that he had failed to kill her as planned. Mask was torn from his face as he slammed it down onto the bathroom floor, the baby powder in the-

- understand why she needed his help when she harbored such strength.

- “Did you think you could hide from /me/? I told you I’d kill you.”

Spat from behind his mask with a hiss as the warm water drenched them both now. Even if she’d struggle, his claws settled at her belly in case she attempted to pull away.