≫ Death The Kid ≪
No matter what time....
Kid kicked at the light brown sand stretched out in front of him. The grains flew up and fluttered in the wind, heading straight for him. The sand bounced off of his coat, and suddenly, a much powerful gust hit him. The Shinigami frowned, glaring up at the sun pouring heat down on him..........Gah.....what horrible fighting conditions.... he commented, moving one hand to shield his eyes from the sun. To be honest, he was rather excited about fighting his unit leader. It would be interesting to see who would 'win': the Shinigami or the Scythe Technician? He smirked at the thought of defeating his superior but then shook his head, attempting to clear his thoughts. If he was going to win this fight, he'd have to concentrate and come up with a good strategy. She was like no one opponent he had ever faced ; she was much sharper, much more powerful. Her power probably rivaled that of Eibon's. Kid tightened his grip on his "Twin Demon Guns," scanning the horizon for his classmate and team member: Maka Albarn.
It wasn't like her to be late like this. Normally, the bookwarm was punctual....always on time. Of course, she did have to travel a ways to get out to their chosen 'battlefield.' After all, it was in the middle of the desert surrounding Death City. Kid had insisted that the battle take place HERE so he wouldn't ruin the symmetry of any buildings. He had warned his captain about the fact that he wasn't afraid to use the Death Cannons.
This made Maka comply without an objection.
The last thing they needed were innocent people caught in the blast of the Shinigami's cannons. Kid let out a sigh, imagining the amounts of trouble he would have been in if that happened. Chichi-ue would have confiscated his Soul Collection once again, and he would probably be suspended from Shibusen. He definitely didn't want that. Amber eyes scanned the giant sand dunes once again, keeping an eye out for his classmate........when he saw no sign of her, he let out a long sigh and crouched down, keeping a firm grip on both of his weapons. Although Maka didn't fight dirty, he wouldn't put it past her to try to ambush him.
After all, that was probably the only way to get a critical hit in on the boy.
....I want to do everything perfectly
