[The punch lands, and again there's another burst of satisfaction as he actually gets to feel the impact of it through his hand, this time with the added bonus of knocking that noise out of Endo. That was pretty great, not on par with people begging him for mercy or anything, but still wonderful to hear in its own way. There's a familiar sensation in the pit of his stomach, the desire for more of that, though he's almost distracted from it when he looks up at Endo's face.
It's entirely possible for someone to be in charge without being strong themselves. Most of the Board of Directors are like that, just useless adults relying on money or connections instead of any personal qualities they have. Accelerator seriously doubts any of them could throw a punch, but they don't need to in order to command all the people underneath them. They have other means of control, and from Endo's lackluster performance so far that's what he thinks this situation is.
That Banjo guy had been a better fighter than him. Accelerator isn't even moving as fast as he could be and he still isn't dodging everything, yet he's acting like he's the one here with more fighting experience. Seeing Endo's face - the bastard even looks happy about it, no doubts there. He's smiling and the tone of his voice, it all feels condescending to Accelerator. He doesn't need some asshole running commentary on whether or not his punches are any good.
A scowl settles onto his face as he shifts his weight to adjust for the change in momentum as he rotates his arm and swings his upwards, an uppercut aimed at Endo's chin. That Level 0 had done such a move on him months ago back in the train yard, and it had hurt so much it's basically burned into his brain.
.............. Of course, part of the reason for that was he was so unused to being touched that his nerves were highly sensitive, but his body has gotten slightly more adjusted to physical contact since then. It's whatever, he had deserved getting socked, so he may as well put that knowledge to good use.]
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It's entirely possible for someone to be in charge without being strong themselves. Most of the Board of Directors are like that, just useless adults relying on money or connections instead of any personal qualities they have. Accelerator seriously doubts any of them could throw a punch, but they don't need to in order to command all the people underneath them. They have other means of control, and from Endo's lackluster performance so far that's what he thinks this situation is.
That Banjo guy had been a better fighter than him. Accelerator isn't even moving as fast as he could be and he still isn't dodging everything, yet he's acting like he's the one here with more fighting experience. Seeing Endo's face - the bastard even looks happy about it, no doubts there. He's smiling and the tone of his voice, it all feels condescending to Accelerator. He doesn't need some asshole running commentary on whether or not his punches are any good.
A scowl settles onto his face as he shifts his weight to adjust for the change in momentum as he rotates his arm and swings his upwards, an uppercut aimed at Endo's chin. That Level 0 had done such a move on him months ago back in the train yard, and it had hurt so much it's basically burned into his brain.
.............. Of course, part of the reason for that was he was so unused to being touched that his nerves were highly sensitive, but his body has gotten slightly more adjusted to physical contact since then. It's whatever, he had deserved getting socked, so he may as well put that knowledge to good use.]