Relics of a different time [P, NK]

"I've been attempting to kill you for a very long time now, pup. It appears I'm not very good at executing you as I am other people." A small piece of the old Xyxer had slipped out.. perhaps his sanity was not yet totally lost.. Maybe he was redeemable..
He watched the male as he manouvered his blade.. it was quite interesting. They were the kind of things he used to do when he was not out of practice with his blade.. His blade used to be his arm, now it was a prosthetic limb where he needed none. He watched him as he seemed to allow the blade to drop with a strike that threatened to tear his shoulder into a female genitalia, but then it altered.. it was now a movement to the gut instead of the shoulder followed by an extension of his arm, a literal extension.. the blade was dropped and he had grabbed the very tip.. interesting and daring. Daring manouvers could win you fights.. but they would most likely get you killed. When he saw the absence of a hand on the weapon, he acted as fast as he could and flicked his wrist to the side simply, sending his katana's edge directly into the side of Kenchi's katana, attempting to parry it from his body and, if enough momentum was given, send him sprawling.

While under normal circumstances he might have been able to hold onto his blade from a simple parry, but with the loosened grip, he found himself incapable of adding enough strength behind his weapon to counter the parry, not to mention that his opponent was more than strong enough to take advantage of this fact. He is sent sprawling down to the ground, his blade landing beside him towards his left. A single meter separates him, and Xyxer as he sits on the floor staring at him through the gaps of his hair. He chuckles slightly, snickering like a child as he sits at the feet of Xyxer. He did not know why this sudden compulsive laugh arose, but he would not reject it one bit. He had recently discovered how to laugh, and though he mostly did it at inappropriate times he still cherishes the feeling. Though there is something hidden in this laugh. Nervousness? Or is it the reminder that no matter how hard he tries, even in his field of expertise, he may never be capable of defeating the one known as the abyss walker. His left hand would reach out, and fall onto the hilt of the katana as he waits for what is to come. His body upright, and his legs both tucked against his chest, his feet still pressed against the ground, his eyes scan around Xyxer.

His eyebrow popped up somewhat in the form of a surprised expression.. Did Kenchi just laugh while on the floor, disarmed and ready to be beheaded? Truly, the boy was a wonder even to him.. He smiled somewhat and appeared to be somewhat friendly now as he jabbed the tip of the katana testingly towards the eye of Kenchi, a rather large group of people now watching the duo that appeared to be insane fight. "You kneel quite weirdly, Kenchi. You'll have to work on that."

"So I've been told." He says this while pulling his head backwards away from Xyxer's blade. Smiling, he presses his right hand into the ground lifting his body from the floor he snaps both of his legs into action, rising them in the air he attempts to lock them around the arm Xyxer his gripping his sword with, which would now be lingering in the air near him. If he is able to do so, he would instantly apply enough pressure to the ligaments in his arm, near his elbow, causing him to drop his blade to the ground. If successful in disarming him, he would loosen his hold of the man's arm, and kick him to the ground, placing him on the floor in front of him, so that they now sit across from one another.

The male was now becoming quite unpredictable, he noted as he had the male's legs locked around him like some of python. He'd never seen a python before in his life he realised.. Where the fuck do you find pythons? Jungles? Perhaps that's why he'd never seen one, he was only around the water.. and well, Tengakure, whatever the fuck you class that as. Industrial? God knows. The weapon released from his hand allowed Xyxer to place that hand against the shin of Kenchi, albeit not able to apply any pressure yet he waited. With his other hand he grasped onto his leg and fell back with the kick, pulling the leg with him as he tucked it under his armpit with a smirk. "Pressure points kinda' hurt, Kenchi." He decided to tell him as he performed a relaxed leg lock.

He grimaces, now on the floor in a skillfully done leg lock. "I don't suppose I can tap out?" He says this sarcastically, before tightening his left hand around the hilt of the katana he previously placed it on. Acting as quickly as possible while in his current position, he raises the weapon in the air vertically, and attempts to slam it onto the body of Xyxer should he not release him.

"I believe weapons are forbidden in hand to hand competitions, Kenchi. Forever a cheater, forever a Kirigakure shinobi." He smirked as he exited the leg lock and raised his leg instead in the path of the sword, intending to have it connect with the leg.

Letting the blade continue on it's course, he finds himself unable to deter it from its path, and reminded of the man's lack of mercy when it cam to cleaving into his arm in the past, he decides to return the favor. The blade would slash against the leg of Xyxer, with the intention of tearing into his flesh, nothing more as he had no intention to handicap the man beyond measure. Though while carrying through with his attack he realizes that there is an inconsitensy with the man's actions...something was wrong. "There's know way he plans on letting me cut him on purpose unless..." His voice trail off as he mutters.

It appeared that Xyxer's leg was in fact, not made out of an alloy that could stop the man's metal tongue in it's tracks. It was also quite annoying for Xyxer as now his pants leg was torn ( as well as his muscle, to a lesser extent). He was effectively a handicap now, something along the like of Suzaku, or at least, what he imagined he would have been before he died. Regardless, he decided to try and use this to his advantage, using his remaining good leg to hook up just above the elbow of the man's arm that is wielding the katana, aiming to lock it, with his bad foot now moving to coil around his arm and flick his foot just under the elbow. If he locks it in correctly, the male would have no where to stab the sword in the flesh as well as now being in a weak arm lock as well as being put back into the leg lock, just so Xyxer could be amused.

Kenchi looks down at the man, cringing after finding himself in yet another annoying arm lock. His eyes instinctively fall to the hilt at his side, when he is reminded that the man had managed to snatch the weapon from him earlier. Still holding his sword he remains defiant, even knowing that at any moment the man could possibly snap his arm in two as before, so to prevent this from happening he moves his free hand over the man's wounded leg.Adding insult to injury, he places his fingers into the wound, and begins to dig into his flesh. He would continue to do so, until the man lets him go. If he were to not do so, then Kenchi would have no choice, but to rip the wound open, and tear the flesh off of the man's leg completely, making a point to tear the muscle in the process. Which would most likely be an effective way to end their fight.