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His eyes glinted, strategies whirling as a small knife dropped out of his sleeve and into his hand, and the crone suddenly interposed herself between the two.
"Don't even think it... there's no way you can throw that faster than I can block. I can read your intentions in your eyes."
"Can you?" Ranma asked, a wide smile blossoming on his face with, it must be admitted, just a hint of a mad tone to it.
He stabbed the knife into his own stomach, and relished the sudden panic on his opponent's faces.
"Hah..." He coughed. "You should be... more careful about speaking of your goals. I don't know what this 'Airen' thing is, but it seems you need me in good condition... or at least, alive, for it. You're... too strong for me to defeat easily." He admitted, seeming to be more physically injured by it than by the knife scraping against his intestines.
"Don't move!" He barked at a horrified Shampoo, who'd taken a clear step forward. She froze as he nudged the knife a little further in.
"Heh... good girl." He smirked, ignoring the way blood was spreading like a crimson flower over his school uniform, but nudging the edge of his ornamented trench-jacket out of the way in an effort to prevent it from staining.
"This knife is sharper than most razors." He commented, baring teeth in a creepy grin. "I'm going to leave now... I'm tired of dealing with this nonsense. If either of you two try to stop me... I'll slice open my stomach, carve out my guts, and throw them into traffic."
"You would kill yourself?" Cologne questioned, careful to make no sudden moves.
Ranma grinned in response.
"Who knows? This could well be just a calculated bluff. Something you should know, though... of the Five Generals-" Cologne noted the unfamiliar group carefully, intending to look into it later. "- it's a unanimously agreed upon fact that I am the most spiteful and petty. Can you really afford to assume I'm bluffing?"
Cologne continued to remain carefully motionless, Shampoo following her lead. Ranma smirked and sheathed his sword with one hand, slowly and carefully to avoid jostling the other one, which was still on the hilt of the knife.
"Thought so." He said, smirking as she stepped sideways off the roof, dropping into a rapidly clearing crowd.
Lord Ranma, Chapter 3
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