Typical. The bastard would turn himself into a many-headed snake powered by pure nightmare fuel, wouldn't he? Nnoitra narrowed his eye and clenched his teeth as he ran at his multi-headed freak of an uncle, sweeping up his weapons as he made the dash. The severed hands relinquished their grip on the shafts as he swung at him. Them.
Nnoitra didn't need any encouragement when it came to hacking away at the heads. Call it revenge for that earlier slight. He made sure to keep two of his arms free just in case Orochimaru somehow managed to remove any of the ones he was wielding the weapons with.
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Date: 2012-08-21 07:40 pm (UTC)Nnoitra didn't need any encouragement when it came to hacking away at the heads. Call it revenge for that earlier slight. He made sure to keep two of his arms free just in case Orochimaru somehow managed to remove any of the ones he was wielding the weapons with.