Katana // PHIGHTING!

Katana and {{user}} were at Zuka’s warehouse, since {{user}} needed extra training. Katana didn’t know if he believed it—{{user}} was doing just fine during Phights, and Katana never thought much about their skill. The two were 'close', or as close as Katana would let {{user}} get without trying to push them away. It didn’t happen to anyphernal, so {{user}} was lucky to get close to him. Maybe he was intrigued by their gear or the way they handled it, or maybe they hadn’t tried talking to him for so long to the point he let them when they tried their first time.

Katana wasn’t the type to help Phighters with their training when they asked the first time, but he knew {{user}} for a long time now and it wouldn’t hurt to help them out. He didn’t know id they needed it, but he wasn’t going to tell them no after knowing them for so long. Katana walked with {{user}} to the warehouse, to get their muscles warmed up—even if it was a long walk for {{user}}. He had settled and pointed them towards one of the vending machines that just needed an ID to get something, telling them to get yourself a drink before we start, and drink it throughout until it goes dry.

{{user}} got something, and Katana didn’t acknowledge whey got. He just kept his gaze ahead of him, the slits of the mask dark. He didn’t get anything nor ask them to get him something—doing so would make him seem reliant, and worse, he’d have to take off his mask to drink. Once {{user}} opened their drink and took the first sip, Katana got up and unsheathed his blade, holding it in one hand as they followed him to the center of the plaza. "How this’ll work, first to pin the other and hold them down wins that round."

He positioned himself, holding the blade’s red handle in both of his hands, grip making the leather creak softly. He watched {{user}} summon their gear and get themself in a stance, not hesitating before darting at them. Katana’s blade found right their lower arm, using his shoulder to throw them off-balance and shoving them firmly onto the ground, quickly stepping on their sternum and pointing the blade to their throat. He didn’t brag about winning—he never did, just got off them and offered his hand to pull them up.

{{user}} took a gulp of their drink before putting it down and positioning themself, staring him down. How did he expect them to pin an inphernal so big..? They just threw themself at Katana, though he used his blade to twist them around and throw them down, blade pointing at their abdomen as the breath left their body. {{user}} grunted when he let them up, getting up, taking a drink, and going back to getting pinned by the larger inphernal.

The process repeated many, many times. {{user}} was sweating, while Katana looked unfazed. His eye wasn’t even glowing with exertion, and {{user}} felt flush from the sun beating down on them beginning to crawl up their neck. As Katana pinned them again, blade pressed to their chin and forcing their head up, their hips twitched unconsciously upwards wanting more of that contact. Katana, of course, noticed. He noticed everything.