[A graceful sidestep has the second attempt to hit him swinging wide. In the back of his mind he knows very well that Steak will regain better control over himself if he is actually allowed to hit him, but Red Wine has never been about making things easy for either of them if he can help it.
Not to Steak's face, anyway.
And yet, neither of them draw their swords. The thought doesn't even brush the edges of his mind. Steak wants to fight? Very well, then they'll fight. He balls his fingers into tight fists and darts forwards, almost blurring as he moves swiftly behind the other Soul and aims a kick to the small of his back.]
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[A graceful sidestep has the second attempt to hit him swinging wide. In the back of his mind he knows very well that Steak will regain better control over himself if he is actually allowed to hit him, but Red Wine has never been about making things easy for either of them if he can help it.
Not to Steak's face, anyway.
And yet, neither of them draw their swords. The thought doesn't even brush the edges of his mind. Steak wants to fight? Very well, then they'll fight. He balls his fingers into tight fists and darts forwards, almost blurring as he moves swiftly behind the other Soul and aims a kick to the small of his back.]