Magoichi & Masamune
“Position? What position am I in? Last time I checked you were on my grounds in my castle. Don’t you think I would be in a better situation than you are?”
-Magoichi’s reaction to his comment amused the Dragon, especially since he was teasing her at the moment. He wasn’t really in the mood for such a serious talk. All of the serious talks had a time and a place, and in his opinion, it was on the battlefield. His smirk did dissapear when he heard her to do so, but his playful attitude was still there. He wasn’t sure why he wanted to tease her so much, but it was the way he was at the moment, so he was going to do it anyways.-
“Mongrel? Now you’re just changing my words.”
-Masamune’s reaction to her snapping back wasn’t highly noticeable. Al he thought about was that it must of been hormonal problems that women face, and because of that she was getting snappy. The Warlord’s eye still gazed onto the woman’s face, now able to meet with her eye.-
“You know, you don’t have to be so uptight about it.”
“Uptight? Uptight about what?” Magoichi asked, her eyes narrowing at him in suspicion. Her hand moved slowly toward her gun; the way he continued to look at her was making her uncomfortable for some reason and she wanted to be ready. There was little chance he was faster than her, not to mention swords were no match for firearms. “I know I am on your territory and I do not wish for a fight, but I can certainly hold my own against you no matter what the situation is. You may not believe it, but I will always come out on top. I am far more disciplined than you will ever be, Date Masamune.” She had reigned in her flustered emotions, regaining the domineering, untameable air she was known for.