[approximately five meters away, there's a Japanese young woman who is just. judging as he swings around the sword. judging so hard.
honestly, they ought to pay her for every time she rescues someone from a similar situation. a bounty of sorts. she supposes it's worth asking about, they seem to get paid for literally saying hello.
granted, for her that's a far greater challenge.
so without a word, she draws her sword and runs into the fray. she actually does know what she's doing. granted, it's not the Sacred Sword of Ise, never that, never again. but what she has is acceptable for now.
she slips in so that she has her back to his back and is being far less concerned about not hurting her opponents]
I Hate Accidents, Except...
honestly, they ought to pay her for every time she rescues someone from a similar situation. a bounty of sorts. she supposes it's worth asking about, they seem to get paid for literally saying hello.
granted, for her that's a far greater challenge.
so without a word, she draws her sword and runs into the fray. she actually does know what she's doing. granted, it's not the Sacred Sword of Ise, never that, never again. but what she has is acceptable for now.
she slips in so that she has her back to his back and is being far less concerned about not hurting her opponents]
...they won't listen to you.