[The knife's reach can't pierce the distance created by Gintoki's grapple. Takasugi had expected to be met with a defensive maneuver, and that Gin had behaved as predictably as he had is both irritating and...
fun isn't the right word.
Words aren't necessary at all; he twists in the air, landing on his feet. Not cleanly enough to sprint after his foe immediately, but he's quick to be on the man's heels.
Into the liquor store, drawing the knife from his boot on the way.
He hadn't gone anywhere SECRET! There's a big store full of knives, idiot!
Hopefully Gintoki's found something good, because Takasugi continues his assault, throwing the thick, black blade right at the man's back as a lead-in to another attempt to pierce him through the shoulder.
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fun isn't the right word.
Words aren't necessary at all; he twists in the air, landing on his feet. Not cleanly enough to sprint after his foe immediately, but he's quick to be on the man's heels.
Into the liquor store, drawing the knife from his boot on the way.
He hadn't gone anywhere SECRET! There's a big store full of knives, idiot!Hopefully Gintoki's found something good, because Takasugi continues his assault, throwing the thick, black blade right at the man's back as a lead-in to another attempt to pierce him through the shoulder.
Old habits.]