Post by Date Maharo on Nov 21, 2023 4:25:59 GMT -5
Maharo had figured that Hikari would block, but had not expected her to deflect it with one hand on her weapon. It was a gamble on her part, had Maharo been stronger, they may have blown right through her guard. Fortunately, the fact that their zanpakuto had a short blade meant that they were quicker to recover on whiffed or blocked attacks. Unfortunately, they were not quick enough to block Hikari's counter.
Hikari wouldn't see Maharo's face, obviously, but she did hear an undignified "Gfawh!" as she punched the air out of Maharo's lungs. At least they managed not to be sent off their feet, but they did take a small step back to collect themselves after the unexpected punch. As they mentally put together what had happened, Maharo felt like a real fool. This wasn't a zanjutsu spar in the academy with rules about keeping your hands on your weapon or where you can or can't strike. While it wasn't a real fight, this sparring session didn't have any rules outside of an unspoken agreement not to hurt each other too much. Maharo had to adapt a bit.
The tall shinigami took another step back, steeling themselves. With their right foot forward, they took a wide stance, both hands gripping their zanpakuto, holding the blade just over their head. It was clearly a very practiced stance, a posture that Maharo had taken thousands of times before. Something about it, the stillness of their body, the quiet focus, it seemed like Maharo had become a spring compressed to its shortest length, ready to snap outward in an instant. As much as they knew they had to adapt, Maharo believed that they could at least rely on this, as simple as it was. It had ended many of their spars before.
They didn't attack immediately, trying to feint Hikari into thinking that they were aiming to counter to her next swing, only to step forward with their right foot and strike first. They brought their blade down to strike Hikari's left shoulder, using the blunt side of their zanpakuto this time. They probably should have been doing that in the first place. It was a simple attack, but it had a lot of strength and speed behind it, the sort of strike one could see being used to slay a Hollow.
Hikari wouldn't see Maharo's face, obviously, but she did hear an undignified "Gfawh!" as she punched the air out of Maharo's lungs. At least they managed not to be sent off their feet, but they did take a small step back to collect themselves after the unexpected punch. As they mentally put together what had happened, Maharo felt like a real fool. This wasn't a zanjutsu spar in the academy with rules about keeping your hands on your weapon or where you can or can't strike. While it wasn't a real fight, this sparring session didn't have any rules outside of an unspoken agreement not to hurt each other too much. Maharo had to adapt a bit.
The tall shinigami took another step back, steeling themselves. With their right foot forward, they took a wide stance, both hands gripping their zanpakuto, holding the blade just over their head. It was clearly a very practiced stance, a posture that Maharo had taken thousands of times before. Something about it, the stillness of their body, the quiet focus, it seemed like Maharo had become a spring compressed to its shortest length, ready to snap outward in an instant. As much as they knew they had to adapt, Maharo believed that they could at least rely on this, as simple as it was. It had ended many of their spars before.
They didn't attack immediately, trying to feint Hikari into thinking that they were aiming to counter to her next swing, only to step forward with their right foot and strike first. They brought their blade down to strike Hikari's left shoulder, using the blunt side of their zanpakuto this time. They probably should have been doing that in the first place. It was a simple attack, but it had a lot of strength and speed behind it, the sort of strike one could see being used to slay a Hollow.