[The continued exchange of blows is so satisfying that Kainé finds herself not paying a whole lot of attention to who has the upper hand at any given time— they seem to be pretty damn well evenly matched, which is about as pleasant as surprises get, in her opinion. The only person she's ever known to be able to keep up with her is Nier, and given his relationship with that floating dictionary of his, he's something of a special case— but this is enough to get her heart racing, her blood pumping— and something else stirring, as well.
"Would you look at that, Sunshine? His tricks might even be better than ours!"
Tyrann's voice is an unwelcome hiss at the back of her mind as it so often is, and she shoves it aside even as Rokurou parries another of her blows. His careful movements are a sharp contrast to her violent and undisciplined swings, but no less effective for it— especially when he does take her by surprise with that cyclone.]
What the fuck—?!
[And, before she can say anything more, she's swept off her feet and carried upwards, her grip on one of her blades slipping— though not so much that she can't aim it towards Rokurou as it flies out of her hand.]
As soon as I get down from here, your ass is mine!
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"Would you look at that, Sunshine? His tricks might even be better than ours!"
Tyrann's voice is an unwelcome hiss at the back of her mind as it so often is, and she shoves it aside even as Rokurou parries another of her blows. His careful movements are a sharp contrast to her violent and undisciplined swings, but no less effective for it— especially when he does take her by surprise with that cyclone.]
What the fuck—?!
[And, before she can say anything more, she's swept off her feet and carried upwards, her grip on one of her blades slipping— though not so much that she can't aim it towards Rokurou as it flies out of her hand.]
As soon as I get down from here, your ass is mine!