Post by The Prettiest Squish on Aug 3, 2019 13:17:11 GMT -5
She rushed into a response on pure instinct; the gaseous projectile neared her position until the woman sliced diagonally with both edges of her weapons. The wisp faded into obscurity as the girl's jacket and hair fluttered in the lingering wind. Rémi paused to examine her enemy once again, but this time without underestimating his potential. As she scrutinized him now, the officer finished sheathing his sword with a lazy hand resting on the pommel. Her grim frown then changed to a crude smirk.
"What's wrong, didn't think I could stop it?" Her stance relaxed and the sword girl stood proud and tall. If this Miura fellow desired a challenge to shake up his lethargic hands, maybe she could indulge him. He took one good look at her from his vantage point and exhaled a mix between a scoff and a chuckle. Rémi's eye twitched at the cocky gesture. She gave him a good look over once again, trying to pick apart something from his appearance that revealed more about him.
From the way he stood, she guessed the Captain measured roughly her same height of 5'10", possibly a little taller. Aside from the white coat on his back, he wore a black haori that went down to his knees and a dark red tabard underneath. The juxtaposition of the contrasting fashion pieces puzzled her. On one hand, the katana matched the jacket completely but the tabard felt so out of place. Rémi shook her head, This doesn't tell me anything about what he can do. I better just test the waters first before swinging recklessly.
She tilted her head to the side and cracked her neck before stretching her arms whilst holding the swords. The man on the ledge let out a snicker, "Warming up in the middle of a fight? You are a bold one." The sloth of an officer finally jumped off his peak and landed on the deck with his hand still lazily placed upon the handle. He strutted toward the girl with a nonchalant pace, walking past his own men bleeding on the floor. "I've heard quite a bit about you, pirate. Breaking into a Naval base, slaughtering innocent soldiers and taking down a Lieutenant in single combat? Quite the violent track record you have." He stopped just a few meters away.
Rémi grinned as she remembered that night. "Yeah. You could say that. But then again, I'm not the one who fired cannons on a civilian cruiser." And the smile on her face quickly faded into a cruel snarl of white fangs. She posed with both swords ready to slice and dice the fool. "That sort of thing, I find it despicable." Her foot shuffled backwards ready to pounce into action. The Marine smiled and huffed through his nose, "I don't disagree. But then again, you are still my enemy." His left hand then dropped to the scabbard where his thumb pushed the tsuba up and exposed an inch of the blade. It gleamed in the post-storm sunny rays.
The two faced each other off with squinted glares. Rémi slid her foot back one last time and slyly taunted, "Let's dance." She kicked off the ground and dashed toward the Captain with both blades ready. The man's grin opened, revealing his perfect set of teeth. Just like before, his hand blurred as the katana vanished from the sheath and appeared in his grip. He charged at her with the same nonchalant look as before. Rémi growled to herself, I'm going to cut that smile right off your head.
"What's wrong, didn't think I could stop it?" Her stance relaxed and the sword girl stood proud and tall. If this Miura fellow desired a challenge to shake up his lethargic hands, maybe she could indulge him. He took one good look at her from his vantage point and exhaled a mix between a scoff and a chuckle. Rémi's eye twitched at the cocky gesture. She gave him a good look over once again, trying to pick apart something from his appearance that revealed more about him.
From the way he stood, she guessed the Captain measured roughly her same height of 5'10", possibly a little taller. Aside from the white coat on his back, he wore a black haori that went down to his knees and a dark red tabard underneath. The juxtaposition of the contrasting fashion pieces puzzled her. On one hand, the katana matched the jacket completely but the tabard felt so out of place. Rémi shook her head, This doesn't tell me anything about what he can do. I better just test the waters first before swinging recklessly.
She tilted her head to the side and cracked her neck before stretching her arms whilst holding the swords. The man on the ledge let out a snicker, "Warming up in the middle of a fight? You are a bold one." The sloth of an officer finally jumped off his peak and landed on the deck with his hand still lazily placed upon the handle. He strutted toward the girl with a nonchalant pace, walking past his own men bleeding on the floor. "I've heard quite a bit about you, pirate. Breaking into a Naval base, slaughtering innocent soldiers and taking down a Lieutenant in single combat? Quite the violent track record you have." He stopped just a few meters away.
Rémi grinned as she remembered that night. "Yeah. You could say that. But then again, I'm not the one who fired cannons on a civilian cruiser." And the smile on her face quickly faded into a cruel snarl of white fangs. She posed with both swords ready to slice and dice the fool. "That sort of thing, I find it despicable." Her foot shuffled backwards ready to pounce into action. The Marine smiled and huffed through his nose, "I don't disagree. But then again, you are still my enemy." His left hand then dropped to the scabbard where his thumb pushed the tsuba up and exposed an inch of the blade. It gleamed in the post-storm sunny rays.
The two faced each other off with squinted glares. Rémi slid her foot back one last time and slyly taunted, "Let's dance." She kicked off the ground and dashed toward the Captain with both blades ready. The man's grin opened, revealing his perfect set of teeth. Just like before, his hand blurred as the katana vanished from the sheath and appeared in his grip. He charged at her with the same nonchalant look as before. Rémi growled to herself, I'm going to cut that smile right off your head.