[Dominate Me: I'll write a drabble about my character dominating yours. Or vise versa. - I'm sorry I couldn't decide ;u;]
Pitch cackled, moving faster as Jonah cried out.
"How can you move like that?" The spirit of superstition gasped out, out of breath as Pitch still accelerated, his body almost becoming a blur. Sweat had begun to bead on the both of them, rolling down their limbs.
Jonah was exhausted.
Who was he to think he could ever defeat the King of Nightmares at dancing?
Pitch moved as smoothly as water, his arms and legs swooping through the air beautifully as Jonah struggled to keep up, his own limbs feeling like jelly. It was difficult, considering Pitch kept switching dance styles, and at one point had even break danced.
That was impressive.
Eventually Jonah gave up, dropping onto the floor in defeat as the spirit of fear continued rapidly dancing for a minute.
"I win."