Then what the hell are you? You're just the prince of some country you won't tell anyone about and you're working for the mob?

[Rin's voice was short and clipped, not as artificially high as it usually was. He just couldn't find it in him to put on the usual act in front of Bel at the moment, especially not when it was face to face. There was no place for that in a serious fight anyway. He couldn't deny it either... those eyes were unsettling.

Raising his knives, he stepped forward, his every movement carefully measured. He'd recovered from the injuries he'd sustained during their last fight and he'd be damned if he ended up as limited as he'd been that time again.

Waiting only a moment longer, he sprang into action. He jumped off the slide, landing on his right foot, and using that momentum to keep running straight at Bel.]