[His sister is dead, and he doesn't even have time to mourn her. There's no time to process any of it; all he can do is reach out to grab that necklace that she had been reaching for and yank it free because he'll be damned if he lets Soujirou have it. He barely has the chance to lay her body down before Soujirou's rushing in again and he's so white-hot with anger that it ascends into an empty sort of numbness.
He pivots on his heel, parrying the blade enough so that it doesn't hit its target. It slides along his own since a one-handed defense isn't strong enough to block an attack entirely, cutting into his shoulder. In the same move, he drops the necklace to the ground, slamming his foot down over it to crack it into a state of uselessness. With both hands free, he grips the hilt and charges forward, reckless but with eyes keen and sharp and waiting for an opening. There comes a point in most fights where he discards his regard for his own safety, and it's clear he's hit it.]
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He pivots on his heel, parrying the blade enough so that it doesn't hit its target. It slides along his own since a one-handed defense isn't strong enough to block an attack entirely, cutting into his shoulder. In the same move, he drops the necklace to the ground, slamming his foot down over it to crack it into a state of uselessness. With both hands free, he grips the hilt and charges forward, reckless but with eyes keen and sharp and waiting for an opening. There comes a point in most fights where he discards his regard for his own safety, and it's clear he's hit it.]