Post by Kisala Shihoin on Mar 18, 2015 16:35:22 GMT -5
Kisala dodged the blade of one of her fellow members of squad 2. He pushed his sword away from her with her own sword waiting for him to try and attack her again. As she predicted, he brought the blade back in a diagonal back hand slash trying to cut her from her right shoulder down to her left hip. She managed to block the attack sparks flying from between the two swords. It was clear that they were both taking this little match seriously. Kisala pushed the squad mate away. It was her turn to go on the offensive, and she took every advantage for it.
Kisala slashed at the back peddling man with a flurry of quick slashes. She brought her sword high coming straight down ward. He deflected it, but just as quickly it came back in a up ward slash. He pulled his body back nearly getting cut by the sharp blade. Kisala then spun around holding the hilt with both hands as she swung her sword around and low to attack the man's legs. She was not going to let up on him not for an instant. When the man brought his blade down, Kisala kicked the man's hand forcing him to let go of his sword, and pointed her own at his neck.
The female shinigami was the victor. Her bronze colored skin was glimmering with sweat. Her off white hair was matted and messy. Kisala ran her fingers through her air as she panted slightly. Her bust heaved slightly with each breath. She sheathed her sword and bowed to her sparing partner in respect. She was smiling widely thankful that he was able to give her a good time. Her skin was flawless with the exception of the scar going across her nose. It was the only patch of skin that was lighter than her normal bronze colored skin. Her smile reached her burning orange eyes.
Kisala slashed at the back peddling man with a flurry of quick slashes. She brought her sword high coming straight down ward. He deflected it, but just as quickly it came back in a up ward slash. He pulled his body back nearly getting cut by the sharp blade. Kisala then spun around holding the hilt with both hands as she swung her sword around and low to attack the man's legs. She was not going to let up on him not for an instant. When the man brought his blade down, Kisala kicked the man's hand forcing him to let go of his sword, and pointed her own at his neck.
The female shinigami was the victor. Her bronze colored skin was glimmering with sweat. Her off white hair was matted and messy. Kisala ran her fingers through her air as she panted slightly. Her bust heaved slightly with each breath. She sheathed her sword and bowed to her sparing partner in respect. She was smiling widely thankful that he was able to give her a good time. Her skin was flawless with the exception of the scar going across her nose. It was the only patch of skin that was lighter than her normal bronze colored skin. Her smile reached her burning orange eyes.