[Fortunately, her fighting instincts aren't her own. It isn't Aki that drives herself to duck, dodge and roll out of the way, but the memory of someone else. Of a warlord who'd laugh even in the face of death.
But she can't say she's as confident. The sensation of standing in front of this...thing is like staring at her own grave. The feeling in her stomach is unpleasant. Her knees might be shaking.
Despite that, it attacked first. All bets are off. Aki draws Hasebe from its sheath and takes a stance, discarding the torch to the floor.]
I'm warning you now. [Is she afraid? Of course she is. She's never dealt with anything like this before.] I know how to use this.
[Even so, her words don't betray her feelings. She's steady.]
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But she can't say she's as confident. The sensation of standing in front of this...thing is like staring at her own grave. The feeling in her stomach is unpleasant. Her knees might be shaking.
Despite that, it attacked first. All bets are off. Aki draws Hasebe from its sheath and takes a stance, discarding the torch to the floor.]
I'm warning you now. [Is she afraid? Of course she is. She's never dealt with anything like this before.] I know how to use this.
[Even so, her words don't betray her feelings. She's steady.]