"Do it,"
Mukuro's eyes blazed into Hieis, showing not a hint of fright even though he clearly had the upper hand in their fight, his sword at her throat. Hiei didn't move, just stared blankly back at her. Their fight hadn't been a hostile one, but none the less, was taken just as seriously. They communicated with their fists, saying more than they could aloud to sort out most of their problems, big or small.
"Hn," Mukuro smiled slightly tapping the tip of his sword with his fingers, "You couldn't kill me if you tried," Hiei pressed his sword tighter against her neck, causing her wince in pain just a little. Hiei smirked.
"I don't think you're in the position to tell me what I can and cannot do,"
"Then why don't you go ahead, just a flick of your wrist and I will bleed to death from my jugular, you will have killed one of the most famous and powerful demons the world has ever seen." She continued to glare through the slight pain, still not backing down.
"You think too highly of yourself,"
"And lowly of you,"
"Hn," Hiei's smirk turned to a glare at her. They still hadn't moved a muscle.
"So go ahead, prove me wrong," Hiei thought for an immeasurable moment, contemplating his next move before his face turned to a smirk again.
"There is something I must tell you. I need you to understand something before I kill you."
"And what would that be?"
Hiei flicked his sword, Mukuro sucking in a sharp, surprised gasp. His sword missed her throat though, and she released her held breath, but did however manage to cut the sleeve of her shirt, revealing the unscarred part of her body. Her hand caught the falling fabric before it could reveal too much, blushing a little.
"I can't kill you when I just won,"