Soldiers don't hesitate to come at him, landing countless attacks on him. Hinata avoids using his sword as much as he can, using his blade only to cut through the metal of the spears and prevent a blow too bad on him. There's something mesmerising about the way he fights - the elegance, the lack of recklessness, almost like he's a dancer. Mizuki's heart drums rhythmically to his footsteps.
Hinata snaps his fingers and Mizuki gets the signal. She's supposed to make a run for it. She emerges from the bushes, running at lightning speed towards the city.
