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The copper-gold female stopped the male’s attack with her sword quickly and easily. She used her slender, limber body to contort herself around him placing herself directly behind the Dasa. He realized what had happened, he had provided an opening and she took it, had this been real he would be hurt or dead by now. But he didn’t feel that killing instinct from her, they were merely training, she hadn’t been totally serious and neither was he. There was nothing at stake in this skirmish between the ex assassin and the warrior in the making. Standing behind him she spoke, of missing the faces she was soon to dispose of. What she did was all for her pack, and she reserved the will to do it again in the name Naniko D’Angelo. The way she talked about killing people while she stood behind him was just a little eerie. Aww, that’s just creepy Aeron. But you make it sound so sweet, for Naniko I bet you would do it again. Why do I feel that only you could pull that off? He said in return, his head turned to the side fixated on her with his dual colored eye.
She once again moved away from him. She told the multicolored mix to treat her like the enemy and train like he wanted her dead. Mentally turning her into the enemy would be easy, but physically trying to live it and remember that fine line between acting and taking something too seriously was an easy mistake to make. She had a family, though the man never laid eyes on them, he wouldn’t want to do anything that would jeopardize the state of her well being. At the same time he understood the reason why he should take this seriously, because that was really the only way to actually improve, to put your whole being into it, mind, body, and soul. He wasn’t going to argue with her when she was right. He was going to let loose with remembering to not take it to far, don’t kill her.
Alright then Aeron. Mido verbally agreed to what she said. Closing his eyes he breathed deeply and let go like he opened a door inside his mind that had been closed for some time. Side stepping the male began to spin his body straightening out his leg he created lots of momentum. He swung his Kamas side by side parallel to each other in unison. This strike had a lot power behind it being drawn from the rotation and the torque in his shoulders. She could easily block this strike, the trade off is that she would be sent stumbling backward several feet or be knocked entirely off her feet. If she dodged the attack he could easily convert the momentum into a different form of fighting style that used acrobatics and land a heavy punch or kick on her. Now he had been serious and this fight was going to get out of hand.
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