Akibahara
Ready for the Shit Show, Shaka Brah
CHING! Sparks flew as Shiki's knife and Krauser's own collided, "Not bad. Better than your friend here." He twirled around, agile as hell, especially given his size and weight, sending a spinning back-kick toward Shiki's abdomen. The blunt force was immense, even more so given Shiki's stature. If successful, the Las Plagas infected Green Beret vet backflipped, his jackboots firmly placed on the roof of the cabin, his arms crossed, a sinister grin crept across his features, "You're going to have to try harder than that."Verite said:Shiki flipped backward like a cat once he was no longer able to hold Krauser off with his blade. However, only taking a second to recover, he immediately dashed back towards his opponent, swinging his knife at him in an attempt to trace the lines of death that ran across the man's chest. Thanks to the earlier ordeal with the Crossed, his body was already exhausted, but he wasn't allowed to rest just yet!