Post by Vio on Sept 17, 2022 6:12:27 GMT -5
Amasagi #8
“I guess that means this one’s yours, huh?” Jaz asked—more or less stated—to both Amasagi and her annoyance. The swordsman smiled, a response to the gesture given as her strange saviour confirmed aloud her own reckless and simple plan.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Miss Danziker grinned, daring not to take her eyes off Sandino for even the briefest fraction of a second. Her opponent hadn’t moved much since reclaiming his blades, slowly and calmly drawing them at distance to declare without words the duel they were about to have. Those blades, though rather simple and common in design, had been cared for. Numerous times had they clashed with Onibi’s edge, a handful of times had they come close to cleaving into flesh and bone with swift strikes.
“I’ve been looking forward to this,” the slick swordsman sneered, katana crossed in front of him as he adjusted his footing. A familiar, solid stance that seemed to make him wince slightly. Even if he was handicapped, it was nothing in comparison to her own issue. “…Burrasca!” From solid footing to sudden speed, Sandino’s whole form accelerated towards her, steel flourishing about him in synchronised circular motions.
He’s initiating with that…?! Caught out at least a little by her foe’s aggressive bound, Ama’s hands turned at the grip of her own blade as if to follow the assailing edges. Pioggia and Tuono’s edges closed in upon her, metal upon metal grating and warbling as she managed to parry the two-angled technique with Onibi’s undulating edge. But while his attack and her response were identical, the difference between now and then was immediately palpable. Weakened, the superior defensive blade was pushed aside by the blow, threatening to slice into her arm and stomach had she not stumbled backwards.
And stumble she did.
F*¢<… Avian claws scratched at the earth beneath her more than a few times, her entire centre of gravity nearly spilling over the threshold of balance. Because of this I’m permanently on my toes! My balance is off and I can’t use my heel to create traction and stability…! Now starting to realise the curse she had inherited, Amasagi adjusted her footing once more, this time preparing to take her own swing at Sandino as he lightly rotated his swords in his own grip. Splayed toes and bent legs sprung into action, propelling her forwards as she guided Onibi into an angular slash. There was no doubt about it: She felt physically weaker, but nothing had changed about her upper body to warrant a complete shift in her style.“Taking the initiative? Good,” Sandino smirked:
“Wouldn’t be as satisfying if you didn’t try…!”“Trrrp!”
“Wha…?!” In a second, vision was obscured, about two thirds of her field of view cut off by black as the proverbial curtains closed upon her foe. Her swing still went through, but she just couldn’t tell what was happening—the anxious noises of Meiwaku tipped her off as to why. Steel cleaved the air, but found no mark, and instead it was her that took a substantial hit. A blunt blow to the stomach delivered by the pommel of one of Sandino’s swords knocked the air out of her lungs and tossed her backwards into a rough landing.“Bahaha~! To think! I lost to you?! Pathetic!”“Meiwaku! Don’t do that!” she chided the crane:
“I need to see, else we’re both dead…!”{Post Synposis:—}
As Sandino unleashes the first attack, Amasagi is forced to get to grips with the nuances of her new anatomy, with Meiwaku proving more of an impairment!
Notes:— Sandino’s swords are named Rain and Thunder (Italian).
Danziker Amasagi | #e44d2e
Meiwaku | #778899
Cricket Jaz | #4b9eec
Costello [NPC] | #9200ca
Sandino [NPC] | #e6c519