[ To his credit, Gladio doesn't allow this open invitation to hurt his pride - this time at least - but it doesn't go unnoticed, unacknowledged. He bares his teeth and charges, but there's little in his expression that signals anything like pure rage. It's determination.
The Shield closes the distance far slower than Sasuke or Suigetsu can - they run like it's a feather-light flirtation with the earth unhindered by wind or gravity. He's sure-footed across the broken terrain peppered with crumbling architecture long overgrown and mossy, kicking up a spray of gravel and dirt as heavy, red-soled boots rip up the ground in his charge.
But then he gets in close enough, he winds his sword back and leaps - but with the intention of climbing up Sasuke's chest for a kick that should, if successfully landed, result in him flipping back and launching the ninja backwards. It's certainly not what one might consider a typical opening move. ]
listen I'm sure it's a euphemism for something
The Shield closes the distance far slower than Sasuke or Suigetsu can - they run like it's a feather-light flirtation with the earth unhindered by wind or gravity. He's sure-footed across the broken terrain peppered with crumbling architecture long overgrown and mossy, kicking up a spray of gravel and dirt as heavy, red-soled boots rip up the ground in his charge.
But then he gets in close enough, he winds his sword back and leaps - but with the intention of climbing up Sasuke's chest for a kick that should, if successfully landed, result in him flipping back and launching the ninja backwards. It's certainly not what one might consider a typical opening move. ]