[A blink, and Saber's gone. A hiss of air through Peko's teeth, and then she's moving faster than she'd anticipated having to move. The first blow lands to the sound of a pained grunt, but the second and those after are neatly blocked she presses forward, stepping to the inside and trying to return quick strikes of her own.]
What have you done to the sword? [she manages shortly, continuing to attempt to gain the advantage. There's no way Peko could see anything, but the resistance of the shinai against wood feels wrong with every blow she blocks.]
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What have you done to the sword? [she manages shortly, continuing to attempt to gain the advantage. There's no way Peko could see anything, but the resistance of the shinai against wood feels wrong with every blow she blocks.]