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KALT
He was her dark fairytale She was his twisted fantasy
The close proximity fucked him a little bit, giving her an easy opportunity to use her size and speed to pull one over on him. Her elbow collided with his jaw, and he knew that was going to be a nasty bruise by the way his vision blurred for just a moment. He stepped back to regain his balance, gripping his blade tightly, but he felt a red-hot burn over his chest. Their blades were razor sharp, and it took him until he felt warmth dripping down his chest to realize that her slice had torn open his uniform and skin. His skin would heal, but he really didn’t feel like stitching his uniform again. Silver Wing huffed through his nose, not remembering when it was that he had dropped his blade. When she elbowed him? Probably… Another blade flicked out of his other bracer, and he darted forward again, his blade swung towards her neck. His second one swung towards her arms. Both distractions. He stepped forward and turned smoothly in a roundhouse aimed for her chest. And together They made magic |
