your bones (unpleasant)

That snowy hair caught the male's auburn eyes when he had logged into the game. He stood back to watch her battle, careful to keep himself from harm's way and away from the fight itself. After all, the boy was a spectator to this ghostly creature who seemed to enjoy speaking aloud. At first he'd wondered if perhaps she knew he was there, but then as she continued it became apparent she was blissfully unaware of the stalking villain.

"Too strong for them, huh~?" His tender voice called to her from behind, so lazily it could have been an uttered lyric. The male sighed, gazing down at his suspiciously alert claws. And while it may have seemed the dark figure was instigating a fight, he was ultimately disinterested in that sort of thing. A wary, though honest, smile was flashed the brutal female persona he'd watched claw away at the enemy. They certainly did have a similar dilemma, being too strong for the current spawn.

Reckless as ever, Unpleasant chuckled while he began his audacious approach.

A-antler boy?! The male tried to conceal his laughter by drawing his head down, smile curled awkwardly to repress his inaudible giggles. He came close enough now to draw her information, character stilled while he read the appropriate username. "Feral, huh?" Absent hues blinked, his face pleased that they were the same rank. Oh, but now this was a problem--just as he had suspected, the snowy-maned lioness was a hero. And he a villain. Unpleasant tutted, unwittingly swiping his character's hand when he'd meant to only dismiss her information. Lips pursed, though his smile failed to falter, "Wanna duel?" He asked kindly, drawing out his weapon-of-choice: the keyblade, Skull Noise, a cute little thing--he thought--with a kitty hanging from the small chain.

While he awaited her reply, the male took the feline charm into his palm, unable to resist bringing it closer to his charming expression to admire the handsome thing. The added detail put into this world never failed to impress him.

Poor, misunderstood guy. Her initial comment, from what he supposed was her looking over his stats as well, was disregarded. Really, the name he gave himself couldn't be further from the truth though when he made the villain he really tried to seem villainous. And the male had to guessed he tried well enough. The way she stepped back like she'd never seen a keyblade before was endearing, actually everything about her was just darling. "Alright..." Unpleasant agreed, taking his sweet time navigating the menu to offer up the challenge.

He drew into a stance quite lazily, as he knew there would be a countdown beforehand anyway so why not? "You know, you're pretty cute." He'd plainly admit, maneuvering backward once the countdown finalized as he felt this feral little creature would probably live up to her name and try to strike first.

Of course, he wasn't quite surprised as he was by her ferocity. For a hero, this girl was terribly bloodthirsty. "Old man?" Unpleasant hadn't a clue in what realm he could be considered an older guy. She vaguely reminded him of a middle-schooler, to whom everyone would probably seem old. Anyway, there was only one way he cared to defend himself and that was by drawing up his keyblade. He continued backward until the wall prompted him the ability to dive to the latter. Of course, he'd take this opportunity. This opponent was too vicious to take head-on, so maybe he could run her around long enough before--oops, ouch.

One of those nasty little talons cut his arm. Unpleasant grimaced, instinctively touching the digital wound. "Fire," he uttered, throwing a blast at her while taking the initiative to charge in her direction--whether she dodged or not, he planned to follow her movements, keyblade drawn back and ready to slice.

Sure, Unpleasant had been excited to fight someone. His opinion was wavering, though, when he saw that although her attack took a happy amount of his HP--his fire spell seemed only a prick by comparison. Especially when that shriek had knocked off his guard--the poor thing, he didn't mean to hurt her too bad. The man was easy for her to force back, doing so in a stagger to escape those menacing claws of hers. That attack at his legs was probably her best decision--although it was only a game, Yoneda was especially focused on his legs at any given time. When she seemed to target them, he was very quick to dodge albeit prematurely.

The brunette turned his head to watch the icy cold fury pass him. He exhaled, relieved for that bit of luck allowed him. Some HP was taken off, though, so perhaps he wasn't that lucky. Once again, the boy grimaced. "Irritating..." Were the words he muttered before bounding toward her--there had to be a way to use the reach of those damn claws against her. Actually, there were a few strategies that crossed his mind, but he really didn't want to stoop to such lows. He'd feel bad, as if hitting her with the fire hadn't made him feel bad enough. That shriek, for some reason, just stuck to him. Resolution manifested upon noticing he only a smidgen of health remained.

Brows furrowed, the man jolted backward just as soon as he had bounded, glad to find his fire spell was finally ready again. He went backward, taking a moment to pause in hopes she'd--as she'd previously done, being on the offensive and all--move quickly to take this chance to knock him out. And once close enough, Yoneda was prepared to cast Fire again and tumble the fuck outta the way.

Oh, God. She was getting so cocky over such a petty battle--what would have been adorable otherwise, Unpleasant found he had little to no humor over the matter. He was one strike away, and as it seemed so she was, too. This could go either way. The male reaffirmed himself, chest aflutter as she came faster than he had anticipated. "Fire!" The fireball shot from the keyblade, whistling directly at the oncoming female. Bam. Unpleasant stood back in mild disbelief, unsure if he'd hit her or not despite his certainty and aim--if she knew how, she could just as easily dodge as he had earlier.

"What?" The man's final words before dramatically dropping onto his knees, eyes glaring down unfocused on the claws penetrating into his chest. It had to be one hit-point. Just one left that he couldn't snuff out, and here he had been too careless to follow-up the attack for this very reason. Deeply annoyed, he groaned. Yoneda was beyond upset but, he supposed it couldn't be helped. As the flashing 'loser' text disintegrated, and the field returned to normal, he lifted from his knees lethargically to congratulate the girl.

"Nice game." The brunette commented begrudgingly.

Likewise, Unpleasant glared at the ground while his claw-like digits rested on his chest. He had expected her to just walk away with her victory, but instead she remained and her enthusiasm was infectious. A grin crept onto his face, leaning into a gentle chuckle. "I was so worried I'd really hurt you--did it really burn?" The brunette stepped closer to her, hoping all her previous brutality was over with the battle. After all, he had absolutely no ill-will toward her other than feeling cheated out of his victory--but then, really, Yoneda knew he'd been careless. "You're actually pretty scary, you know that?" The boy chuckled earnestly, scratching the side of his head just above his ear while he did.