One and Two Walk Into a Bar

She aimed at his chest for a few minutes, her hand shaking; then, she slowly lowered her gun.

"No--this is pathetic. You're not even fighting back."

"But I'm worthless, right?" He chuckled, putting away his knives. "I'm leaving."

"...You're seriously giving up?..." she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"For now. You don't seem like you're in the right shape to make a fun fight." He explained.

"What's that supposed to mean?!!!"

He laughed.

"You're spazzing out, sweetheart."

"Don't make me cut you," she snarled. "i was enjoying my alone time before you came here, anyway!"

He laughed.

"Then I'll just leave, dear."

-x-

"Number Oooone!" Shouted Bifrost, as he always did when he greeted her. "Honey, I'm home! Also, I decided today is the day I'LL BEAT YOU IN A CHALLANGE AND TAKE YOUR VIRGINITY AS MY PRIZE!"

"...Excuse me?" asked Number One, looking up from the lunch she had been eating.

He twirled fabulously.

"Prepare for me to beat you in a fight, my sweet dear!"

"Fat chance of that," she spat rudely in reply.

Bifrost got out his knives anyway.

"We'll see about that!"

She pulled out her gun and shot at the ground in front of him.

"Back off, cunt."

He grinned.

"Let's dance, my dearest~!" He struck a pose before rushing towards her.

Caught off guard, it took One seconds to withdraw her sword and barely parry Bifrost's attack.

He twirled around and stabbed at her again, though he was hardly serious about it.

She stopped that blow with he gun, aiming a kick at his middle.

He gracefully blocked her, spinning around once more.

This time One attacked him, aiming a slash at his left flank with her sword.

He flashed her a smile as he used the bottom of his boot to block that attack.

Groaning, she shot at his right arm.

Bifrost squeaked and dodged, though he threw himself off balance doing so.

One saw the opening and lunged with her sword, aiming to at least hurt him if not take his life.