"Living and dying isn't the real issue. If you cling to being alive, you become frightened and your eyes get clouded. If you don't have that desire to begin with, you can fight on, right to the end of the world."
táifēng --> typhoon
“I ain’t sayin’ you can’t someone’s ass.” He clarified, a sigh following as he glanced away from the loud mouth. “You just can’t kick my ass.” It may have sounded a bit cocky to her, but it might as well have been a statement of facts for him. Just how many bounty hunters and NOL soldiers had given him the same tough guy/girl act before he had to put them in place?
|| /̵͇̿̿/’̿’̿ ̿—;; “Right.”
There was a brief pause in which she pulled out her trusty lighter, deeming a fresh cigarette the only way to handle this cocky son of a bitch. Granted, she was fairly cocky herself – but she wasn’t about to pull some righteous “I’m too powerful so let me just try and calm you down” line; she was more than prepared to back up her shit-talking.
It was only after a slow, steady stream of smoke billowed from her lips that she addressed him once more.
“Soon as you knock me on my ass and I give, I’ll believe ya. Teach me a lesson, why doncha?”
