She twirled out of the way, "I haven't even used a proper spell. Having a hard time Yu-Yu?"
Daiyu did not scream nor shout, yet she barely blinked. Her gaze was fixated on a blonde, though strands of purple hair had been flung to her front.
Every weak point she scanned, every smirk and laugh she despised. The greatsword lifted into the air once more and with gritted teeth and a gem-like ripple in her irises, she dashed forward.
The greatsword swung forth! Jotou swayed herself right, keeping her focus on her spine—on the tips of her toes like a cat. Which is precisely why she was not prepared for the leg incoming from below.
Her eyes widened to Daiyu's leg attempting to sweep. 'Take the hit.' Jotou braced for impact as Daiyu's boot connected to her left leg. She followed the momentum and took a dive for her right.
