[1v1]This can only end well (Yuki/Titus)

[Inu-Mitsu]

Titus was still trying to catch his breath, body shaking from the pain. He felt sick, which wasn't a feeling that he was accustomed to. The demon avoided food so the need to vomit was incredibly rare but he knew at that moment if anything had been on his stomach it would have been on the gym floor instead.

"The bug?" He questioned between breaths. "She's a sorry sight too, probably happy with what she can get-Nngh!" The foot to his back had easily sent him forward, pain radiating from the branding mark he had received long ago. A parting gift from his father. It had long since healed but the skin never felt right and burned when touched.

That simple gesture was enough to spark Titus' anger all over again. Ignoring the pain he began to rise, the black seeping from his eyes and across his face like veins. He let out a snarl before he whirled and lunged at the ghost looking to take him to the ground in a tackle.

HP: 18
DMG: 8  

[Inu-Mitsu]

"It's not so great when I fight back, huh?" Titus growled, taking hold of Yuki's shirt despite his flailing limbs. With a quick motion he headbutted the ghost, being sure that the base of his horns took the blunt of the action. "Perhaps you should have held that tongue of yours.."

HP: 15
DMG: 5  

[Inu-Mitsu]

Titus didn't have a lot of weight to throw around but what weight he did have he would use to his advantage. Suck it Yuki.

He drew back a hand ready to throw a punch when Yuki's fingers found his eyes. Letting out a feral hiss Titus stumbled back blinded, a hand coming to his face to shield his eyes from further torment. "You ******** poltergeist!" He tried to get back to his feet but stumbled back to the ground.

HP: 11
DMG: this is where damage would go if Titus didn't suck  

[Inu-Mitsu]

Titus continued to hiss from the pain, staggering back to his feet with his hands still covering his face. Yuki's words barely registered at first and when they did his immediate response was to be angry. It was always his go to response, but he couldn't help but think this was what it was like being on the flip side wasn't it? Yuki was spouting some pretty firm denial as far as Titus was concerned and the notion made the taught painful twist to his mouth turn into a smile.

"You have a pretty vivid imagination," The demon's voice still carried the pain he felt, his hands finally pulling away from his face. His eyes were still solid black or at least they appeared to be. He could hardly keep them open because they ached and burned every time he tried to open them. Tears had streaked his face along with an inky black substance that leaked from his eyes and stained his skin.

"I may have started the fight sure but you could have easily walked away and didn't. It's actually rather commendable that you would kick someone while they are down." The painful burn of his eyes had him pressing a hand to his face again, backing away a few steps to keep his distance. The smile was still there though, something wicked and twisted and probably shouldn't have appeared as delighted as it was. For having just had his a** kicked Titus hardly seemed phased by it. "You play the victim all you want ghost but you are no better than me. In fact, I would say you are worse. You came looking for this fight. How does it feel to be the bully?"  

[Inu-Mitsu]

Physically the battle may have been lost but verbally Titus was certain he had won. It was the only high note he was going to be left with to leave on so the demon turned on his heel and headed for the door. He was pretty confident in his stride, so confident in fact that he confidently strolled right into the door frame with a loud thud.

"Merde!" He still couldn't see well and he hissed again rubbing at his face before disappearing from the gym being sure to give Yuki the finger as he left.