[ say that after this fight is over--huh. a good response, and an even better retaliation keeps the smirk on masamune's face, the grip tight on his sword. masamune's used to quick combat, and entirely prefers it that way too. the strikes thrown at him are much too fast to meet every blow with his own (which is good), so he instead navigates around the strikes, gaze punctuated by his enjoyment.
--then, one slash near hits his side. his sword is up in an instant, making contact with ookurikara's sword, eye narrowed as he does so. should've just started with that masamune thinks, but that certainly is proof that ookurikara's limits were not quite so low.
a whistle, as he holds ookurikara's sword in place--well, honestly, that's as he thought. perhaps he could return the favor. a parry, followed by masamune giving ookurikara a few fast strikes of his own, aiming entirely to push his opponent backwards or disarm him. no need to hold back or calm the fuck down, especially when he's sure this one can handle it. ]
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--then, one slash near hits his side. his sword is up in an instant, making contact with ookurikara's sword, eye narrowed as he does so. should've just started with that masamune thinks, but that certainly is proof that ookurikara's limits were not quite so low.
a whistle, as he holds ookurikara's sword in place--well, honestly, that's as he thought. perhaps he could return the favor. a parry, followed by masamune giving ookurikara a few fast strikes of his own, aiming entirely to push his opponent backwards or disarm him. no need to hold back or calm the fuck down, especially when he's sure this one can handle it. ]