AINO
It was an awkward position she had landed herself in. Her own blade sweeping upwards, body leaning forward while a sword was hurtling towards her gut. Options, what were her options? There was no time to think. Pushing herself backwards with all her strength to just barely avoid the tip of Deimos' blade, Aino reversed the position of her hands so that the blade pointed straight up.
And with every inch of momentum she had - it was not much, her body was traveling backwards and the footing was poor - she brought the sword down, aiming to cut at the former general's shoulder from above, where neck met torso. Even had the swords been truly sharp and this a battlefield, the blow would be weak - but it was the best she could manage. Giving up never even occurred to the woman.
And with every inch of momentum she had - it was not much, her body was traveling backwards and the footing was poor - she brought the sword down, aiming to cut at the former general's shoulder from above, where neck met torso. Even had the swords been truly sharp and this a battlefield, the blow would be weak - but it was the best she could manage. Giving up never even occurred to the woman.
For the good times that we share,
and the bad times that we'll have
and the bad times that we'll have
