Saito and Shishio's fight, my way.
Saito: It's too early for you to be happy about this situation! Or something like that. (Coming through wall like some sort of deranged freight train.)
Sano: Saito Hajime, you're my hero! (a la Cameron from Ferris Bueller's Day Off.)
(OR, if you prefer: Saito! (creams jeans))
Saito: (Stabs Shishio in forehead.) Haha! Your head is mine, ass!
Shishio: (PING!) Haha, hell. I've got a metal plate on my head, left over from the Vietnam war, I mean when I was shot in the head and taken advantage of. I wanted to make sure it never happened again.
Saito: Booo! Damn cheater! (Giving a thumbs down and blowing a razberry.)
Shishio: Yeah, you suck, government dog. Gatotsu, ha! Gatotshit! I see Usui gave you those leg wounds…
Saito: ?
Shishio: Yeah, there was no reason to bring those up. Anyways, (throws stick) fetch the stick doggy, c'mon go get it boy!
Saito: (Flipping him off) Fetch this, you wrapped up bag of shit. (Comes at him again, freight train style.) Gatotsu ishiki!
Shishio: (Blocks.)
Saito: Gatotsu nishiki!
Shishio: (Evades.)
Saito: Gatotsu sanshiki!
Shishio: (Dodges.) Well, it looks like you've used them all up. You did pretty well for a dog sent by the government. How many times have I said that now? Twice? Three times?
Sano: (Narrating about something.) Blah blah blah.
Saito: If you can say that, you're off guard!
Shishio: (Cliché dear in headlights look.)
Saito: Gatotsu zeroshiki!
Shishio: (Blocks with sword, jams hand through shoulder, uses that exploding glove thing that doesn't seem to hurt him at all for some reason.) This is called composure!
Saito: (Passed the fuck out.) This is bullshit!
DarkHorse: There ya have it. Saito's fights are finished, and boy is that man pimp. Except he lost this one. If he had aimed for Shishio's heart…well, I s'pose Watsuki-sensei had a reason. Especially being this is Rurouni KENSHIN. Anyways, maybe I'll get around to doing Aoshi, since he is my fave character, but like I said, it's gonna be pretty hard. See ya!
