Are you gonna bark all day, little doggie? (Closed)

[ragnarsson]

Who: Ivar and Sanji
What: Sanji and Ivar get into a fight after Ivar antagonizes him on the network.
Where: Near the frozen lake
When: 2/7
Warnings: Canons-style violence

Ivar was feeling pretty damn pleased with himself after working up Sanji into a complete and utter dramatically enraged state. If he had been born in the modern era, he definitely would have been a great troll. While he hadn't taken Sanji up on his offer to fight right then and there, he definitely wasn't adverse to it either. Alfred was likely going to not speak to him for another week if he found out what happened, but hey, sacrifices had to be made in the name of fun. And fights were definitely fun for the Viking warrior.

He'd limped his way over towards the frozen lake area. It reminded him of Kattegat, how lakes, rivers, and even parts of the fjords themselves would freeze over during winter. He was leaning heavily on his arm crutch, his legs aching as usual from the combination of pain and his leg braces, surveying the scene when the high-strung blonde with the weird eyebrows appeared. Ivar had an eager smirk on his face. "You clearly must have a death wish, dog."

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[deviledlegs]

A man on a mission, Sanji marches through half the city before honing in on the lake. Using haki can only get him so far when he's never seen Ivar's aura before, but he manages by tracking down every isolated aura one by one. He's already frigid with anger. When he actually sees Ivar, takes in the crutch and braces and smug smirk, the last thread of gentlemanly conduct holding him back snaps. He spits out his cigarette, already spent to the filter, and stomps it into the packed snow.

Does the guy really have that much confidence in himself? Or does he genuinely think Sanji is that weak?

"Are you fucking stupid?"

[ragnarsson]

Ivar stands up as straight as he can. Maybe he can get a slight advantage here if those words are anything to go by. It wouldn't be the first time someone underestimated him for being a cripple. "No. But you most definitely are." Ivar pulls out a knife, the kind that has the hole in the handle that allows him to easily twirl it around his fingers. They're no better or worse than the normal kind, but the intimidation factor of seeing someone casually play with a knife is worth it.

He stops and points it directly at Sanji. His eyes have a bright and eager look as he's ready for battle, the kind that says he's very much not entirely sane. "Defend yourself."

[deviledlegs]

Unfortunately for the skilled viking, Ivar's antics don't succeed. Far from intimidated, Sanji stares at the twirling knife with growing disdain. Virtually anything else might have gotten a reaction out of him. Even Zoro's swords are impressive when the bastard's actually awake enough to put them to use. But knives? Sanji's been playing with those his entire life.

The look in Ivar's eye at he aims the knife Sanji's way at least tells him the guy's dead serious. Whatever his motives may be, he's not mocking Sanji just to mock him. He's mocking him to get a better fight out of him. That Sanji can respect, even if it pisses him off.

"Your shitty attitude got old a long time ago," he seethes as he raises one leg off the ground, pointing the toe of his shoe at his opponent. "I'm not here to defend myself; I'm here to kick your arrogant asshole until it shuts the hell up. As long as you understand that, you can throw your shitty knife."

Sanji speak for: "First shot's free. I dare you to start this shit."

[ragnarsson]

Ivar smiles then, something decidedly unhinged in the expression. Just another arrogant blowhard who thinks he's an easy target because he's a cripple. Well, he's killed enough of those in his life to know he can take on at least one more.

That smile doesn't leave his face as Sanji challenges him to make the first move. "Well, then, if you're so gracious..." He slides the knife back into his vest and instead pulls out the throwing axe he's got strapped on his back. Time to get dangerous.

Then he throws it in a blinding whir of action, the movement taking him only a single second. He aims for that leg that Sanji has so helpfully pointed at him.