*He's being circled, and laughter fills the tent-like enclosure. Blood sings a silent warcry in his veins and harmonizes with Ryuzaki's voice, and when Cesar levers himself back to his feet he feels more ready to move, more ready to act than he has in months.*
*Ryuzaki dances just out of reach, smiling a trickster's grin. Cesar gives him a glare that promises pain and frustration, and it's obvious escape isn't anywhere in his mind: He wants to punch Ryuzaki's face in, and he wants to avoid hurt. Anything besides those two can wait until he's sober.*
*He's not that much farther away, and it only takes him two steps before he's driving another fist forward, this hit more direct than the one before. He's expecting it to connect, and though he wasn't going fast enough to need to catch himself on the bench, he stops against it anyway, trying to follow Ryuzaki with another hit.*
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*Ryuzaki dances just out of reach, smiling a trickster's grin. Cesar gives him a glare that promises pain and frustration, and it's obvious escape isn't anywhere in his mind: He wants to punch Ryuzaki's face in, and he wants to avoid hurt. Anything besides those two can wait until he's sober.*
*He's not that much farther away, and it only takes him two steps before he's driving another fist forward, this hit more direct than the one before. He's expecting it to connect, and though he wasn't going fast enough to need to catch himself on the bench, he stops against it anyway, trying to follow Ryuzaki with another hit.*