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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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.]