[ Fuck. Squalo growls, turning in a last ditch attempt to free himself from being stepped on with another swing of his sword. And then he feels that familiar cool steel on his throat, and goes still. ]
[ Fuck. ]
[ He doubts Feitan believes in surrender. Squalo certainly doesn't. Then again, they've also been quite lenient on each other so far. Still, he can't make himself drop the weapon; instead he just goes sort of limp, tilting his head slightly backwards as if to get away from the blade, but he still has his teeth bared in that manic grin, and he's maintaining eye contact. ]
[ Damn, the small guy looks hot from here. The blade against his skin just makes it more so. He swallows. ]
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[ Fuck. ]
[ He doubts Feitan believes in surrender. Squalo certainly doesn't. Then again, they've also been quite lenient on each other so far. Still, he can't make himself drop the weapon; instead he just goes sort of limp, tilting his head slightly backwards as if to get away from the blade, but he still has his teeth bared in that manic grin, and he's maintaining eye contact. ]
[ Damn, the small guy looks hot from here. The blade against his skin just makes it more so. He swallows. ]
Go on. Do it.
[ Nothing like taunting to finish the job, huh? ]