[Oh? And now he's playing keep away with his many pockets and belts and flowy layers of fabric? No fair! Not that either of them are playing fair to begin with. Akira snorts, settling back to slot his hands into his pockets and size Robin up nice and slow.]

Attack you? That's a bold accusation. If you're scared, call the cops.

[Ye Olde Police can't do shit!!]

But if underhanded tactics won't work on you either, I propose a game of chess. Winner takes all.

[Please tell him you know how to play chess.]