He would swing at whatever plants immediately nearby if they were, sidestepping and rolling his shoulders continuously to evade incoming dangers, then continue his pursuit of the vampire or rush to help Arvis--whoever closer.
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Sakura’s axe stopped, as she intended, before touching Subaki, though his sudden block did its job, too. Sakura remained paused.
“A samurai never flinches. He knows when a weapon can reach him, and when it cannot, without moving his eyeballs or his body. In this he masters the virtues of his weapons.”
Sakura flipped her axe upright, head up, pommel against the floor, perfectly vertically balanced, one flat side facing Subaki. “Before using the blade, master the use of your hands. Legs slightly apart, knees slightly bent, feet firmly planted, thrust punches into the flat of the masakari so that your knuckles feels the coldness of the metal--without touching the weapon. Would you demonstrate for Gabiya?”
Sakura turned to Alauda. “The way of the spy is that of a sage, a transcending medium…this is most excellent of all. This person is aware of the endlessness of deep study into the way, never thinking of having finished. By inconsistency we stray from the way, showing ourselves as beginners. Would you tell us about your assignment for Arturias?”
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