[Richtofen leans to the side, but it's a bit too late. The nunchaku misses his nose but hits him across the cheekbone instead, sending him off-balance for a moment. The vision in his right eye goes red for an instant, and he screws it shut. He glares at Kuja with the eye that's still open and flails his machete out in front of him. It's far from a graceful motion, but the force behind it is considerable.]
You'll regret that, swine!
[Already, a bruise is blossoming just under his eye. Despite how viscous he looks, a smile's still tugging at the corners of his mouth. Pain always gets his adrenaline pumping.]
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You'll regret that, swine!
[Already, a bruise is blossoming just under his eye. Despite how viscous he looks, a smile's still tugging at the corners of his mouth. Pain always gets his adrenaline pumping.]