Ango brandished his knives and struck his own anime pose. He'd watched "Ninja Scroll" so many times as a kid that he'd worn out the videotape. "The Naruto thing really does work, but it looks so dumb that I hate doing it in front of people... but hey, we're all ninjas here, right?"
His own magic skillset was also geared towards sneaking and distraction - he was a professional writer, after all, so it was only fitting that his powers be based around the idea of illusion. When it came to actually dealing damage, Ango preferred his fists. He slammed one fist into his other palm enthusiastically. "I've been in a fair few fights myself, you know. I was the Niigata Prefecture middle school judo tournament champion back in 1998, so I've totally got this." He'd been in his share of bar fights, too, but he didn't mention those. Nobody actually won a bar fight. Everybody went home with their tails between their legs, vaguely ashamed of what they'd done. "So let's sneak up on this big bad and beat the shit out of it before it materializes fully. Sound good?"
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His own magic skillset was also geared towards sneaking and distraction - he was a professional writer, after all, so it was only fitting that his powers be based around the idea of illusion. When it came to actually dealing damage, Ango preferred his fists. He slammed one fist into his other palm enthusiastically. "I've been in a fair few fights myself, you know. I was the Niigata Prefecture middle school judo tournament champion back in 1998, so I've totally got this." He'd been in his share of bar fights, too, but he didn't mention those. Nobody actually won a bar fight. Everybody went home with their tails between their legs, vaguely ashamed of what they'd done. "So let's sneak up on this big bad and beat the shit out of it before it materializes fully. Sound good?"