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For a human, he fought pretty well.
Or so thought Hiei as he sparred with the dark-haired man – the person they called Japan's Gundam Fighter – in the abandoned, moonlit street of Hong Kong. Hiei had no tolerance for humans, particularly in this destroyed future for the Living Realm, and less so did he have tolerance for playing like this, for testing out fools he came across. The last part was more the Fox's forte, and yet Hiei could not help but be drawn in like a magnet to Domon's black, void-like eyes. Something in his countenance screamed of fresh, emotional pain, and something equally terrible in Hiei's up-bringing saw the hatred in him as a challenge.
This time, he could not resist going all out.
