Minako knew this bloody ponce? England raised one eyebrow incredulously, his lips tightening into a harsh line as the man approached. So he was someone that Minako knew which did rather suggest that he was a patient. Or potentially that Minako was some kind of spy who was very very bad at pretending not to know people. No-one could be that bad a spy, could they? He'd give her the benefit of the doubt for now perhaps. No sense alienating someone over uncertainties. Not yet at least.
He shifted his stance as the man drew just a little closer, an almost unconscious movement honed by centuries of warfare. He didn't have a weapon, which was a plus, but neither did England which... well, he'd rather have a weapon in most situations.
His scowl only deepened at the insulting imperious words from the brat standing in front of him, acting like he owned the fucking world. He opened his mouth to reply only for the blast of force to hit him, sending him sharply backwards to hit the wall. He struck it hard, gasping as the impact knocked the breath from his body. He hadn't seen that coming which meant...
He painfully pushed himself back up to his feet, licking the blood away from his lip where he'd bitten through it, a morbid smile on his lips. "Two thousand years Wales has been trying to teach me the same lesson and it hasn't taken yet. He used to send armies and the greatest of sorcerers after me, and this is all he has left? One little wizard?" He might possibly regret those comments later when he checked the damage, but really, he'd never been one to keep his mouth shut.
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He shifted his stance as the man drew just a little closer, an almost unconscious movement honed by centuries of warfare. He didn't have a weapon, which was a plus, but neither did England which... well, he'd rather have a weapon in most situations.
His scowl only deepened at the insulting imperious words from the brat standing in front of him, acting like he owned the fucking world. He opened his mouth to reply only for the blast of force to hit him, sending him sharply backwards to hit the wall. He struck it hard, gasping as the impact knocked the breath from his body. He hadn't seen that coming which meant...
He painfully pushed himself back up to his feet, licking the blood away from his lip where he'd bitten through it, a morbid smile on his lips. "Two thousand years Wales has been trying to teach me the same lesson and it hasn't taken yet. He used to send armies and the greatest of sorcerers after me, and this is all he has left? One little wizard?" He might possibly regret those comments later when he checked the damage, but really, he'd never been one to keep his mouth shut.