Roronoa Zoro and Monkey D. Luffy , from 'One Piece'
Zoro and Kenpachi, Yachiru and Luffy
Again
"Ha! The fuck you need three swords for, ass? Not good enough with one?"
"Shut the hell up!"
Kenpachi levelled his own zanpakuto, his grin manic and his singular visible eye bright with satisfaction.
"Prove me wrong. See if those three little knives can make me bleed."
Zoro scowled, taking a blade in each hand and the third tight between his teeth. He wasn't smiling, but there was a glint in his stare that suggested he was enjoying himself.
They fought in a blur of limbs and flashing steel, nicking each other but not drawing deep blood. The only sound was of panting and the clash of metal and the occasionally short laugh, almost infectious.
Yachiru half dozed on the sidelines underneath the warmth of a straw hat, lulled by the smell of cooked meat from the vendor that had taken up residence near them. The man next to her spoke around mouthfuls of kebab, munching, his eyes staring out onto the field.
"Zoro ain't gonna stop, you know. You're big Captain is going to have to stop sometime."
Yachiru yawed.
"Ken-chan ain't ever gonna stop whilst he's still standing."
Luffy sighed.
A pause back with the fighting men, as one took his blade from between his teeth to ease his aching jaw and the other let himself catch his breath.
"You ain't bad, kid."
"Not gonna ask me if I'm gonna surrender?"
"You can fuck off."
Dusk fell. Blades still smashed.
"Again?"
The reply was spat out around the hilt of a sword.
"Again."