[ Again, her eyes seem to flash, before her sword is up and meeting each slice with a cut of her own, the sparks from steel against steel bursting within the dark tunnels, splashing light against the stone walls.
And again, the fluidity of her movements, done with such ease as if she'd known they were coming... It was movement that seemed to be beyond instinct.
But she did pause after the last one, shifting her blade sit near her shoulder, eyebrow raised. ]
Wait... I know this style...
[ Which was wild considering who she knew it from. That guy didn't really use formal technique, just a mashed together tapestry of things he'd picked up from fighting others. It was wild but also... genius. ]
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And again, the fluidity of her movements, done with such ease as if she'd known they were coming... It was movement that seemed to be beyond instinct.
But she did pause after the last one, shifting her blade sit near her shoulder, eyebrow raised. ]
Wait... I know this style...
[ Which was wild considering who she knew it from. That guy didn't really use formal technique, just a mashed together tapestry of things he'd picked up from fighting others. It was wild but also... genius. ]
... Okada Izo?