As much as she disliked Paradise Dawn and knew of the distaste this part of the North had of her and her guild. It was still the North, and if she was going to watch her own town, she had to watch the others to a degree. If issues broke through here, it would only be her home left to be targeted. And besides, an excuse to put a step of influence here was all well within her hopes of goals in the future. She would be a fool to not take up the opportunity.
An opportunity that was going to happening soon it seemed. She was a bit away from one of the town's entrance when she saw it. Rifts appearing from all over. Smaller in size than the one she saw last time but many many more in number. Perhaps they wanted to swarm the town from numerous angles instead of charging in from one direction like a large battering ram. This time, they would use their efforts to crushing the defensive walls of the town in targeting precise locations. Jikan could only hope that other rifts elsewhere would not come up as well. Less it would through a bigger wrench into this mess.
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Jikan crept-ed forward to meet one of the many rifts that appeared, her left hand reaching across her body the tips of her fingers and palm, grips the handle of her new sword just below the guard, draws it out, snaps it forward so it’s pointing at a specific solder. The man was dressed in different armor than the others alongside him. The man holding his hands across his chest as he watched Jikan move. Standing before him Jikan then places her right hand on the grip just below the left.
The grinning warrior does the same.
Both of them bend their knees, dropping into a low squat while keeping the torso bolt upright, then stand up again and shuffle their feet into the proper stance—feet parallel, both pointed straight ahead, right foot in front of the left foot. Eyes glued to the others. Peering inside for the slightest signal at their next more....of the gears and maps forming within their mind.
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"Jikan Supēsu. Or at least what you go by in this world. You are a lot smaller than my commander, weaker. I am sure she will be happy to see your head on a spear".
Jikan narrowed her eyes, not uttering a word back at the man. Her eyes said enough for her.
The warrior smile before he charges directly at Jikan, hollering at the top of his lungs. The movement actually consists of a very rapid shuffling motion of the feet, so that he stays balanced at all times. At the last moment, he draws the sword up over his head and snaps it down toward her. Jikan brings her own sword up, rotating it around sideways so that the handle is up high, above and to the left of her face, and the blade slopes down and to the right, providing a roof above. The captain’s blow bounces off this roof like rain, and then Jikan sidesteps to let him go by and snaps the sword down toward his unprotected shoulder. But the warrior is moving too fast, and Jikan’s timing is off. The blade cuts behind and to the side. She was much too new using the blade still. Rusty and sloppy.
wc 675
needed 2700 (3000, 10% wc reduction from Mia)