[Even as she parries his blows, his strength and relentless speed carry through— she finds herself pushed back several steps by the force of it, but her grin only grows wider in the process, sharper, and she changes her angle to attempt to knock one of his swords out of his grip with a sudden strike intended to disarm.]
Maybe we have more shit in common than we thought!
[That last word is more of a grunt as she vaults herself forward, putting all of her strength behind her blades in order to gain some ground, to push him back instead with her own flurry of attacks.]
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Maybe we have more shit in common than we thought!
[That last word is more of a grunt as she vaults herself forward, putting all of her strength behind her blades in order to gain some ground, to push him back instead with her own flurry of attacks.]