“Perhaps, perhaps... Here, see for yourself how rejuvenating it is” Straight faced he takes a step toward the other, pulling from his sash his own large waterskin.
He pops the cork on the waterskin and turns it over on that head of Snow White hair, letting its contents dump.
Long raven locks fall from the tie that bound them up as a shower of cold water washes over him, soaking him to the bone.
He takes a moment, pushing his hair out of his face and wiping water from around his eyes
“That was… 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. Thank you.
if this blade so much as scratches you.
Again.”
He slid his blade back from the bind, their nichirns screeching together as he threw a crosscut just as he had earlier.
Their blades slammed together, and the snap of her wrist was met with one of his own at the last moment. Sending the shock of a true clash of steel through her arms
“You have to mean it. As though I might take your life and everything you love
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ᅠKakushi flinched, instinctively
ᅠsnapping her wrist as quickly
ᅠas she could, attempting to
ᅠswat the incoming blade away
ᅠbefore it could reach her shoulder.
(Listening to her only angered him more, his brows stitching together tight.)
Silence. Your talk is cheap. Whatever perverse pleasure you get from seeing someone enraged——
(The breath he drew to start that sentence burned, and only then did he see the faint haze against
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and crashing into the forest canopy. Whatever poison she had released had thrown his aim off, the slash meant to decapitate instead shore through a trees trunk like a knife through butter.
With a loud growl of frustration, his momentum slammed him feet first into
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At her request he nods. “Another strike then, come on.”
As she throws that second strike at the slayer, he repeats the movement. His hands, firm on the hilt, snap over one another as he smacks her blade away. Misdirecting her attack.
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ᅠthen grew embarrassed by her
ᅠown reaction, her face turning red
ᅠthankfully, she was still wearing her mask.
ᅠ❝ could you show me one more time ? ❞
Not as bad as he was expecting.
Though her blade is still easily swatted away
“When you slash, snap your wrists when you throw the cut, it will make it more powerful.”
He wheels his blade around “The same concept applies to blocking an attack.
If a strike is coming at you, snap your wrist and try to 𝒔𝒘𝒂𝒕 it away.
Try.”
He throws a cut at her own neck, not as fast as he would normally throw one, but enough to make her feel like she might actually lose her head if she didn’t bring her own sword up.
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