Chuckles

As the spirit's warning hovered through space and into the Captain's ears, a smile went across his face almost as if he had just won a race. The warning the shinigami sent, provoked every once of blood within Falcon. no, he would not quit. No matter the odds, it was a challenge all the same. Any average human would have fallen onto their pitiless knees and begged for any sign of mercy that doom would see fitting. Captain Falcon was one of the few exceptions, almost a whole different race of people. The grin stamped his face that he would never back down. He then gave his signature salute then brought his hands down with flames beginning all around his arm. The fire shot up his back and around his head then disappeared like the ghost before him. This flare was meant to tell the spirit that he fight onward despite the spirit's hostility. He would rather face the gates of hell itself than surrender himself to the might of his opponent.

"Show me ya' moves!" The Falcon said in a slightly whimsical tone, yet still serious enough to get the already clear message into flames in the shinigami's ears.

He would allow for the opponent to move first even if it had seemed fitting to attack first himself. He wanted to heat up these cold reaches of space with a battle that would shake it out of proportions. His attitude was never fearing and never totally cautious. Captain Falcon had learned that if you never swallow down fear, jump in, and do it, then it would never be done at all. This was a risky move to give the ghoul another starting attack, but then again, so was everything else Falcon did. It was a all or nothing move, but the Captain gave it little thought and waited in the vast open space for the attack to come ringing in the Captain's ears.

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