Post by Memvis Tolstoy on Oct 31, 2011 23:57:21 GMT -5
Natai scowled a the man's words in utter frustration. She didn't have the desire to kill?! Of course she didn't! Just in the previous battle she had been reprimanded for using an attack that had the capability to kill. Besides, she had been raised not to want to kill. Even in being here, she had simply resigned her self to the idea of having to end a person's life. The Sensei took a large portion of the blow, but his movement had prevented him from taking on the locking side-effect. His shoulder and leg had be on fire with the pain of the blow, but he wasn't even showing the suffering on his face! It was odd, looking at someone who was just as unshakable as she was, wearing a mask of focus strong enough to suppress the body's protests. It shocked her even more that he was capable of moving so fast following such a devastating attack. The three blows coming towards her, faster than any normal or even trained person would be able to even perceive, startled her for the space of an eye blink. However, she was not normal, and trained didn't even come close to describing her.
Her father was faster than this, and she had trained with him many times. She could see, if faintly, the path of the man's hands aiming to kill her with no mercy or regard for her life. She shifted away from the first blow at great speed though the man's blow still seemed to cut through her arm, leaving a white hot line of pain a bit above her elbow. Stepping back slightly, the man's blow towards her head fell short of the mark, and she scowled as the man's final blow seemed to move too quickly for dodging to be possible. Gritting her teeth, she narrowed her eyes and blocked the blow with both hands. Bruises already began to form on her palms, and she may have been bleeding, but the blow had been negated. The force of the attack send a burst of air out into the space surrounding the two combatants. Violently pushing the man's arm up, she said, "You want to die so badly, then survive this, old man. Mark of the Expediter!" Two blows to the head, one to the liver, two to the heart. Have a taste of your own medicine.
Her father was faster than this, and she had trained with him many times. She could see, if faintly, the path of the man's hands aiming to kill her with no mercy or regard for her life. She shifted away from the first blow at great speed though the man's blow still seemed to cut through her arm, leaving a white hot line of pain a bit above her elbow. Stepping back slightly, the man's blow towards her head fell short of the mark, and she scowled as the man's final blow seemed to move too quickly for dodging to be possible. Gritting her teeth, she narrowed her eyes and blocked the blow with both hands. Bruises already began to form on her palms, and she may have been bleeding, but the blow had been negated. The force of the attack send a burst of air out into the space surrounding the two combatants. Violently pushing the man's arm up, she said, "You want to die so badly, then survive this, old man. Mark of the Expediter!" Two blows to the head, one to the liver, two to the heart. Have a taste of your own medicine.