Post by EriChar on Dec 10, 2014 8:48:08 GMT -5
Blade singing a song of sorrow as it cut through the sinew of a fishman’s calf, Shiroyama Yoko whirled her weapon to finish this foe off as she pushed herself into the middle of the group, rolling under the weapon of her de facto ally and stood with her back to his. Eyes watching the enemies around her, in an odd twist of fate, the samurai now faced off against the force of fishy foes alongside the man whom she had earlier begun a duel.
“The rest are falling back; let’s send these running as well.” Uttering words of encouraging intent to the man with the spear, the dark haired girl raised her blade the her eye line before bringing it back down again to guide away the path of an axe intent on taking both of their heads. Movements fluid and graceful, while one could speculate over the effectiveness of this woman when fighting at her ‘full strength’ with dual blades, her current capacity was impressive in its own regard. Steering away both weaponry and bodies with her blade work, the woman seemed to skirt in-between the strikes of her foes, left with scratches on her skin and clothing where others might have lost limbs and even life.
An impromptu duo, perhaps it was because of their earlier duel or the common goal that this pair seemed to find a teamwork they didn’t anticipate, the mere sight of the large man and his spear driving forward to the ringleader enough to tip the girl off to the man’s intent.
Yes, the rest will likely fall once the ‘head’ is removed… The clarity of the moment guiding the actions of the swordswoman, in an instant she knew that the dark haired man would likely ‘appreciate’ her help in his foolhardy endeavour, and quite literally vaulted into action. Hopping into the air above a wild axe swing, the young woman followed her climbing motion up with another, using the face of the fishman much like a man-shaped spring to push her even higher into the sky, sent into a whirling arc that she no doubt suspected that her recent opponent would remember.
Swirling through the air to gain on him, her blade was pulled close to her body as she spun around and around like a wheel with silver on its rim, her skyward charge gaining on the same path that the lancer ploughed through, as Yoko kept her eyes shut as she turned toward the maroon man of the sea, leaving him with only the option to deflect one of them. However this fight continued, whether than fishman chose to push away spear or sword, the other was waiting to settle the fight.
Realizing more out of a sense of time than sight that she was ready to strike, the woman realized that her blow was not the one that this fighter wished to deter, assuming he had either met the strike of Malcolm Stark head on rather than herself, of been so stunned to see them both he had failed to raise a defence against either. Regardless of the response, the Samurai Shiroyama knew that this was not an opening either could afford to waste, so for the second time today she unleashed her borrowed technique, the flying dragon did not miss it’s mark a second time. The Shinmei School’s Hiryuu Tsuisen diving into the ground and breaking everything beneath it, the woman born of the New World found a serene peace surround her as she crouched on the ground, redness exploding around her as she slowly looked up to her foe, looking at the crimson line she had cut through his chest from a squatting position, and readying herself to strike again if the situation required…