[Johnny K]

"C' mon kitti."

John-boy taunted the dead-drunk Jagara. The unsheating of the blades had usettled the Ninja-baker a bit, but he now realised this, actualy unworthy, adversary would be more likely to injure himself with the blades.

"Are you sure you're wanting to be using those? Someone might get cut if you start waving those around"

He said in a irritating and parental voice, relaxing his body to hide the skill it possesed. He was merely waiting for a good chance to strike the Jagara again. It was a Shame he took the throat blow on the chin, if he had not this fight would have been over by now. But, Hey, he was here to fight not to celibrate victory...