hesitation is defeat
THE PRIZE DAUGHTER | ASHINA HEIR
CORUSCANT | BUSINESS DISTRICT | SOME PLAZA
LIGHT THINKS IT TRAVELS FASTER THAN ANYTHING, BUT ITS WRONG
NO MATTER HOW FAST LIGHT TRAVELS
IT FINDS THE DARKNESS HAS ALWAYS GOT THERE FIRST,
AND IS WAITING FOR IT
ASHINA'S CRISIS
The first strike was always meant to hit something. But usually, it didn’t meet much resistance. Usually, it was severely underestimated (emphasis on sever). Usually, it cut right through whatever she hit. Usually.
This time was different.
Very different.
It had been years since Ashina steel had met Ashina steel. Years since she’d felt a contention that jarred her the way this did, and even longer since she’d heard that unmistakable shrill bark of the same meeting the same. A small, shocked; ‘uh!’ hopped out between them. Eyes widened, and a trill of disbelief rolled through her body at the same time her muscles flared against the resistance, attempting to buffer against the jarring riposte. He shifted, and with the element of surprise on his side, he managed to disorient the trajectory of her right hand, flinging it out to the side and shifting her momentum. She had to clear the space, had to get away from the shared vicinity of this attacker lest she be skewered by a sword that was reserved only for those of Hebo, Atrisia. Only for family and honourable graduates of The School of The Carp.
Her sabre, more successful, was relegated to an afterthought. A fluid carry-through motion that she’d expected and thus took up no more space in the tactical arena of her combative mind.
Rolling through the motion, she wrapped herself up with momentum and confusion before righting with the fingertips of her katana hand partly pressed to the ground and the sabre hovering behind her back, landing in a crouch. He was ready and afforded her no break, bearing down instantly.
There was a modicum of expectation for that. Anybody who brandished Ashina steel had to earn it one way or another. Either through family, honourable graduation, or killing the original owner. Which was it? Who was this? Who had they killed?
Her mind raced with possibilities. The owners of such steel, such craftsmanship were few. She could count them on both her hands. Panic started to grip — who had this mercenary taken from the Ashina family tree? Inosuke was safe, Konrad was still armed, her father was still alive, her grandfather’s sword was still placed safely——
Such mysteries had to go unsolved in the heat of the moment, and the tormented expression she bore shifted to something more useful for the little warrior.
Rather than mourning the loss of whoever this person had murdered, she would get the chance to avenge them. From a worthy killer.
Forced excitement swelled within her, and she feigned out a wicked grin. It felt false; like she was tricking herself. She was, of course.
“Who did you kill for that.” She levelled out the accusation a breath before she reacted to the riposte.
Her mind flared as she leaped backward, tensing to make herself smaller and a more nimble target. Sabre would have to meet sabre, and steel to steel. Otherwise, she’d be down a weapon. But— so would he. Then it would truly be like days of long past, where students practiced with the legendary steel and sticks.
Ishida twisted out, pointing her feet ot the side to let the initial plunge sail past her midsection, at the same time bringing her sabre back inside his guard, and elbowing against his outstruck arm to disarm him. The strike to the shins was trickier to dodge, and the steel slashed against her calf.
AUGH! She’d forgotten how much it hurt.
What that bite of steel against flesh felt like. It instantly cut through the leather of her boots and to the flesh and muscle beneath, blood quick to stain the metal and she shoved her own blade in to dissuade the influence of its pressure and stop the depth of its impact. Prain raced excitedly through her leg, up through her hip and abdomen, searching for a way out. It found it in the sound of a hissing sort of growl as she clenched through the stinging.All around the same time her senses flared with a sort of familiarity. At this proximity, so close, The Force had whispers that made her hiccup her accuracy –– which was at least appropriately timed for the intrusion of Konrad’s chord.
ASHINA CLAN
ALLIES | NJO | SJC | GA | Konrad Harrsk
NOT ALLIES | BROTHERHOOD OF THE MAW | He Who Was Lost
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