It means that hit does land when it shouldn't, and Nana gives an unladylike swear upon stumbling back, the sword having caught her shoulder. Damn it.
Can the dead even bleed? She doesn't bother checking. And with no choice but to launch at him again, Nana well and truly throws caution to the wind this time. Her plan still worked, after all. It's her two swords against Sol's, and in rapid succession she swings them, one after another, hoping to wear him down further when he has fewer weapons to defend himself with]
[Even with only one sword, this time he focuses on blocking to try and get himself out of the way, throwing her swords back and throwing himself down to the ground. He somersaults his way across the field to retrieve his sword, scooping it back up and adjusting the grip before launching himself into battle again. He races ahead, both swords drawn, and tries to same trick Nana did but used against her. Two and two evens the field but he can appreciate her skills.]
Nana's dwindling energy means she's not ready for that counterattack, and it's her larger sword that gets smacked out of her hand, tossed some distance behind her. The smaller wakizashi isn't meant for hard combat, either; it's all she can do to deflect the attacks leveled at her, with each blow sending her backwards step by step.
... And deep down, she... knows she's lost at this point. There's no reclaiming her momentum when she's so tired, and didn't Junna tell her the future, anyway? Of her losses? There is some poetry in the inevitable. Like a script that can't be changed.
Sol ends up smacking the last sword from her hand, leaving her defenseless, and it's when Nana raises her hands in surrender]
[The swords are knocked away and he almost comes to an immediate stop. He holds his own blades at his sides, lowering them before willing them away entirely.
It's a hollow sort of victory, but at the same time it was a fair fight and he can feel the weariness of his muscles from combat and going against a good opponent. He turns to fetch her other sword though, offering it back to her.]
...you fought really well. [She's earned it, he thinks.]
[The fight in her has been tucked away for now, Nana returning to the softer girl she presents. Still, she's going to take the swords with a small smile of gratitude.]
It was a good fight. I'll have to ask you for a rematch sometime.
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She actually pauses a second.
It means that hit does land when it shouldn't, and Nana gives an unladylike swear upon stumbling back, the sword having caught her shoulder. Damn it.
Can the dead even bleed? She doesn't bother checking. And with no choice but to launch at him again, Nana well and truly throws caution to the wind this time. Her plan still worked, after all. It's her two swords against Sol's, and in rapid succession she swings them, one after another, hoping to wear him down further when he has fewer weapons to defend himself with]
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Nana's dwindling energy means she's not ready for that counterattack, and it's her larger sword that gets smacked out of her hand, tossed some distance behind her. The smaller wakizashi isn't meant for hard combat, either; it's all she can do to deflect the attacks leveled at her, with each blow sending her backwards step by step.
... And deep down, she... knows she's lost at this point. There's no reclaiming her momentum when she's so tired, and didn't Junna tell her the future, anyway? Of her losses? There is some poetry in the inevitable. Like a script that can't be changed.
Sol ends up smacking the last sword from her hand, leaving her defenseless, and it's when Nana raises her hands in surrender]
... You win, Sol-san.
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It's a hollow sort of victory, but at the same time it was a fair fight and he can feel the weariness of his muscles from combat and going against a good opponent. He turns to fetch her other sword though, offering it back to her.]
...you fought really well. [She's earned it, he thinks.]
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[The fight in her has been tucked away for now, Nana returning to the softer girl she presents. Still, she's going to take the swords with a small smile of gratitude.]
It was a good fight. I'll have to ask you for a rematch sometime.
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I'd like that. It gives us something to do just in case something else happens here. Plus I like the practice.
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But can we make cookies first?
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Puffing up with a burst of energy, eyes twinkling as she ties up the swords to hang from her waist]
Of course! I'll treat you to my specialty homemade banana cookies!
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[...feed him.]