[ Alberto grins viciously and barks out a laugh, so satisfied by being stabbed at, stepping backwards fast to evade it. And then it's on. Right off the bat he moves to clash his foam sword with Katsuki's, parrying— o-or something like it, like he's ever really done this... He had a rusty cutlass on his island, but only one. And he has an impressive collection of kitchen knives here. For a fifteen-year-old boy, it'd probably be preferable to have had sword fights rather than the kitchen knives, honestly; somehow the more mundane item is more foreboding in this case... Katsuki knows this better than anyone, of course. ]
Hah! I've never lost a fight in my life and I'm not gonna start now.
[ He's... technically lost every fight in his life. Invariably someone has come and interrupted it before it could escalate enough to finish — and almost every time it was someone saving Alberto's ass, because he was always the one in trouble, and usually the one who instigated it... So this taunt is just his usual affected cockiness. Kid's just full of it. This spontaneous battle could honestly be a cathartic chance to get back at Alberto for all the trouble he's caused Katsuki... Alberto frankly probably deserves a few good whacks with a foam sword. ]
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Hah! I've never lost a fight in my life and I'm not gonna start now.
[ He's... technically lost every fight in his life. Invariably someone has come and interrupted it before it could escalate enough to finish — and almost every time it was someone saving Alberto's ass, because he was always the one in trouble, and usually the one who instigated it... So this taunt is just his usual affected cockiness. Kid's just full of it. This spontaneous battle could honestly be a cathartic chance to get back at Alberto for all the trouble he's caused Katsuki... Alberto frankly probably deserves a few good whacks with a foam sword. ]