"You cannot defeat me, Steel Samurai! You are pathetic... Give up."The Evil Magistrate shouted and gave a short, barking laugh.
The Steel Samurai wasn't doing too great. He was holding himself up with the Samurai Spear, trembling. His hakama was tattered, dirt and dust covered him. The hero certainly appeared close to defeat. Things looked fairly grim for the Steel Samurai and Neo Olde Tokyo..
He pulled himself up a little further, still trembling, staring at the Magistrate. "I.. will never give up, Evil Magistrate! So long as --"
"Oh, come ON! These lines are so fucking lame, Gavin. That bartender is delusional, this--" Daryan Crescend pressed the mute button and tossed the remote on the coffee table.
It's 'movie night' or something of the sort, a marathon of old Steel Samurai episodes the selection for the night. Daryan sat on one end of the sofa. His hair was down tonight and he had his bare feet propped up on the table, a bag of M&Ms forgotten on the cushion next to him. Klavier Gavin sat on the other side of the sofa from Daryan, propped up against the armrest with his feet pulled up under himself, absently messing with his chain-belt. He frowned when Daryan spoke.
"Ahh, it's not too bad, Herr Crescend! It's a kid's show, it's going to be predictable. Besides 'that bartender' gives us free drinks. He said this is his favorite episode – at least give it a chance, ja?"
The prosecutor stretched out one of his legs and kicked the remote to his end of the coffee table and snatched it up. Daryan groaned when he unmuted it, picking up the bag of M&Ms. They had missed a good bit of the action, it would seem.
The Steel Samurai had made a recovery of some sort. Now, Evil Magistrate and Steel Samurai were locked in a fierce battle. Sword met spear multiple times, neither hero nor villain gaining much ground on each other.
"... Predictable, you said? What's gonna happen, then, Gavin?"
Klavier grinned. "Ja, predictable. They're going to keep fighting for a moment, start getting a little tired... The Evil Magistrate'll probably start getting a little stupid..." He paused.
The fight was slowing down a little bit. The Steel Samurai was getting sweaty and sluggish, a leg injury from earlier finally beginning to hinder him. The Evil Magistrate was beginning to breath heavily, his attacks becoming more erratic but still having no luck.
".. Now he'll start talking, insulting, try to get the Steel Samurai down..."
The Evil Magistrate added verbal attacks to his wild sword-swinging. The Steel Samurai remained silent, just barely blocking the Evil Magistrate's sword now.
".. He'll get in one good attack on the Steel Samurai..."
The Evil Magistrate moved in, sword flashing. He struck! The Steel Samurai stumbled back a few steps.
"Now he'll – oh, gott." Daryan briefly choked on an M&M.
The Evil Magistrate pinned the Steel Samurai to the stone wall behind him with a triumphant 'ha!'. The Steel Samurai cried out, but didn't fight back. He was obviously exhausted, almost leaning against the Evil Magistrate. The villain leaned close to the Steel Samurai's ear, growling another insult.
"... That is so gay."
"... Ja."