OVERFLOW (EL NYSA)

[puffing]

referenced above: me and bigby trying to figure out how to catch up on tags

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bansai

[puffing]

( from here. )

[ Bigby was optimistic for a change. he figured his dramatic act would shut everyone up, get them to maybe laugh and think he's a moron before eventually separating. there's no way he could have expected how devoted the crowd was to seeing their fights through to their completion.

being jeered and booed and cursed at? no big deal. he's gotten his fair share of hate in the past, so all of that was almost nostalgic to a certain degree. there were a few threats out there that caused Bigby to shoot a challenge stare, as if begging them to come at him so he had an excuse to throw his own fists for a change. hypocritical much. too bad he won't have a change to do such a thing when someone sneaks up on him with a... shamisen? ]

What― what the fuck―

[ his large, muscular frame is indeed hitting the floor when the metal wires wrap around his leg and pull him towards the man wielding this foreign power of sorts. he's left growling before he sinks both ankles into the ground in an attempt to apply his weight. when that doesn't work, he's reaching forward to grab them with both hands, using a level of strength that is far above a normal human's. whether or not that actually stops him or pulls the musician forward remains to be seen, but Bigby is still going to throw some words out regardless. ]

Nuh uh. You don't get to stop me from stopping a fight by starting one with me, asshole.

[tsunpo]

[The wires strain, the whirling mechanism within Bansai's shamisen jamming as they're met with resistance far great than a typical man's. He casts a disaffected glance to the neck of his instrument to check the damage. His instrument still stands in tact (a relief, really. He'd have a hell of a time replacing it on this planet,) but the men have easily been locked into a stalemate.

The musician can't help but smile as he stands up. He steadies the instrument in his grasp, just in case the other man attempted to jerk or pull him forward.]

Ah, then I daresay I have a different solution. How about we call it quits after the results of this fight? It would be a shame to force this place's song to end mid-crescendo.

[He couldn't care less if it stopped after this one. He just wanted to be assured that he didn't lose the money he had bet.]