[Grunts when he gets hit but tries to stay on him. He's pretty good at ignoring pain and he's starting to have fun. Battling a maid while wearing a dog costume is a great way to let off steam.]
Voooi! [He'd swear back in Italian but it's much easier just to make random noises. Since he is bigger than his opponent, he tries to dead weight him while hitting at him mainly with his metal hand.
Of course it's still covered with plush, so it's not working well.]
[Liet thinks his arm might have broken at some point trying to keep that metal hand at bay, but he hardly feels the pain and getting Squalo off is more important. He shoves and kicks at once, trying to get the other man off.]
[A combined effort managed to knock Squalo off. He scrambled to his feet and rubbed the side of his hip where the heel of Liet's shoe had hit him.] Voooi. Good one. At least you don't fight like a girl.
[Liet gets to his feet and puts distance between himself and Squalo. And at first his words come out in Lithuanian.] You bastard, you-- [He catches himself.] You think this is a game?!
Vooii! Of course it is! What else would it be? If I was serious you'd be dead. And then I'd have to figure out what to tell people and I might lose my job. It would be too annoying!
That outfit of yours really isn't made for fighting.
[Liet weighs his options. He doesn't have a weapon on him and he's wearing a dress. This isn't the time to continue this. He glares and walks away--keeping an eye on Squalo.]
Squalo'd remind Liet of Prussia if Liet could remember Prussia
What are you doing?
Liet reminds Squalo of... no one. All his chums are jackasses like him
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Of course it's still covered with plush, so it's not working well.]
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That outfit of yours really isn't made for fighting.
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Damn. He can't really tell anyone about this, can he?]