Chapter 153 Dimo's Push Back!
Noje Village:
Dashing away like a mist after slashing at Dimo, coming around to his left as he reappears with a calm closed mouth face, Mondo goes in for another assault. Ready for it this time with a slight form of irritation formed on his face, Dimo reacts by dodging swiftly out of the way of the would-be attack, opening his mouth as he slashes Mondo's arm with his right Sai blade firmly clasped in his hand for his counter strike, Dimo says, I won't be bested again.
Slashing again with another quick handed swing, this time with his left Sai blade cutting Mondo's right shoulder, talking once more with his temper flaring, after dishing out his second hit, Dimo says with a little frustration stewing out of his voice, never again will anyone make me feel like trash! Not Vic and especially not one of his lap dogs! Separating himself from the somewhat starting to unglue Dimo, darting back cautiously so he doesn't get slashed for a third time, Mondo says as he gets far away from the young lad, it would seem puberty is kicking in for the young ward. Such emotions.
Annoyed beyond reason, rushing forward at Mondo without hesitation as he zeroes in on him, Dimo says, oh I'll show you emotion you tiny red cur! With his face going from a composed and snarky one, Mondo says as his face shifts to a more serious and downright pissed one in a blink at being called tiny, did you just call m-. Now upon the little red rapscallion with a darken expression placed all over his visage, doing the same trick as Mondo as he vanishes with his speed, zipping all around like a cockroach trying not to get squashed, generating so much speed with his wild and sporadic movements, Dimo beings to create a multitude of after images of himself, feeling a cold blade slice his right leg without his knowledge of where it came from, Mondo says, what! How did he cut me when All I see is him darting all around in front of me?!
As his mind is still in a tizzy at the sudden sneak attack, behind him truly like a sneaky panther stalking its prey, jutting both his Sai blades firmly into the ground to brace himself, extending out his left leg with back breaking force behind it, Dimo stamps his foot straight into the back of Mondo with a spine crushing kick. Sending the unbeknownst brigadier zooming into a good chunk of Noje buildings, with his body still in the kicking posture, Dimo says with a venomous tone, to think I actually trained for this shit. Which is not my thing what's so ever but take that you small bastard.
End of Chapter 153