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Strange. Truly strange. Her arm stings as her nerves flared with irritation as if she slammed herself against a sturdy boulder. Her stony eyes narrowed as she viewed the pride wounding scene before her. The blade she had swung, it did not even reach him. It did not even cut him. Her steel, it wasn’t sharp enough to penetrate him. Why? Her grip around her handle tightened as she felt somewhat empty as if a presence in her mind decided to vacate the area. The usual adrenaline that pumps through her veins felt lackluster and missing something. Not sharp enough? His words stung more than the pain coursing down from her hand to her shoulder. Dodge? Block? Defend?!
Her eyes widened as he brought his blade down. Already, she feels as if she lost her life numerous times to this one swing. Though, she grits her teeth tearing herself from her inner turmoil removing her blade from him to hold it up horizontally; both hands gripping it tightly as this man’s sword is brought down. Shit! She felt the blow coursing through her own body as it slammed against her own blade. There was no way she could stay on her feet despite him holding back, so backwards she went hitting the ground with her back before rolling stopping herself.
Her head hangs low as she took deep breaths wondering just what she got herself into yet again. Another strong opponent that she’s throwing herself into for no apparent reason but her love for a good fight. She has a problem. An addiction, but this isn’t the time to regret her life choices. Through her red mane, her eyes move upwards to his manic grin which causes her anger to rise.
She moves to rise herself much like her building rage, but suddenly, she is bombarded by his pressure feeling her body catch as the feeling of a great wave crashing down in attempts to drown her wash over her body. She gasps taking a deep breath as if afraid air would not fill her lungs, but it does. And this, this pisses her off further. It reminds her of when Ulv embraced her for just a tiny moment with her own power, and Elyss remembers how she fell near lifeless before her teacher. Not this time she screams to herself as her katana’s end is dug into the ground as she uses her own blade to help her stand. She shoots a glare that could kill at the man as she steadies her feet. Without a word, she unsheathes her second katana feeling her tired arm move slowly under the pressure around her. Right now, she feels hopeless in winning, but right now, she also feels nothing but determination to win. It doesn’t matter if something feels wrong. She’s in a fight, and she must win!