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It was a nasty night in the capital city of Yamatai, causing the white haired neko to cover her head best she could. With a sigh she would eventually duck into the doorway of a store to escape the rain, shaking the water from her jacket and making sure she kept the sword and guns at her hip dry. With a small mutter of annoyance, she never saw the form moving toward her, nor did she see the fluid motion of blade parting from sheath as the being readied to cut her down. No, it was the ringing sound of metal in the sudden eerie silence of the rain that saved her from the first cut.
Rolling forward, she came up with her own sword singing free from its sheath as she readied to protect herself. What startled her and caused her to miss a step was the crimson eyes that bore down on her. She was slow to react as she moved out of the way of the blade again, this time getting off with only her gun getting trashed.
"This is your fault! You are to blame for everything! Why did you betray them, betray Hanako?!" Came accusations from a voice she knew all to well. The first Midori stood before her in a Yukata, blade pointed at her face as she stood a few feet from her. "Because of you, I can not return home!" Her voice turned shrill at that as she attacked again. Hemosynthetic projections shot out from the old Midori's sides, instantly going for the woman before her. The second Midori did her best to evade, going so far as to cut down the appendages and forcing herself back and up, but only a little to late. Grabbed by her foot she was yanked and thrown into the wall of the shop she had just been taking shelter under, cracking the stone exterior and breaking out one of the glass panes that was nearby. Inside the store, voices could be heard screaming, the woman going so far as to call the police.
The first Midori was quick, launching herself with a scream of rage as she brought the sword around in a vicious cut, trying to decapitate the woman before her. The intended victim had no such desires to die just yet, throwing her blade up to protect and deflect the blade wide, with success. Grunting a little in pain from the bone jarring impact, the second Midori got up and pressed her own attack. Striding forward, she launched her own counter attack the two trading blows back and forth, clothing tearing, skin ripping before the blades of one another as they fought through the streets.
Those unlucky enough to be on the streets of the night would soon find themselves pressed into action to get out of the way of the two warring ex-samurai. The fight would drag on further and further from the busy streets into a alley way, the stamina of both wanning. it wouldn't be some grand technique, or staring showdown that would spell the end of the fight, it would be a crack in the street. The second Midori tumbled to the ground as her foot caught in crack of the otherwise immaculately kept streets, her blade up to block any attack. The blade would stop the strike only for as long as she had the strength to keep the blade up, which with how the first Midori stood over her, slamming her own blade down onto the defensive woman's own sword, wouldn't be long.
"You betrayed her! You left! Turned your back on everything they gave you! They gave us our life back! Our purpose! Everything!" With each accusation came the swing of the blade, and eventually the second Midori caught the rythmn and was able to turn the blade aside for just long enough to get in a strike. Swinging her blade up in a back hand movement, the second Midori's eyes went wide as she saw her blade cut through the front of her yukata and skin, a nasty looking cut blossoming blood as the first was cut from her navel to her shoulder. But she knew that it wasn't a deep enough cut, she knew it the instant she felt the cold blade bite into her arm. Oddly a look of relief took over her face just as she felt the blade cut into her neck.
With a inarticulate scream of rage, the first Midori brought her sword from left to right in a devastating swing fueled by rage and anger. It was a look of glee in her eyes as she felt the blade bite into the flesh of her opponent, watching it travel through skin, muscle and bone, tracing a path through the second Midori's arm, then shoulder, and eventually lower head and neck. The blade continued on its path, cutting a wound into the wall behind the second Midori as a spray of blood fountained from the clean wound, covering the front of the first Midori's yukata completely now.
The anger and rage expended, Midori looked at the headless woman before her as a wave of nausea swept over her. Falling to her hands and knees, she got sick there in the street, the rain mixing the blood and vomit together. It would be a few minutes of dry heaving before she finally stood. Scooping upbthe sword, Midori made her way back to the Samurai house she had left only a few hours before, informing the clan police of what had happened, and who had instructed her. She knew though as she made her way home, the look of relief on the other her's face would never leave her so long as she lived.
Rolling forward, she came up with her own sword singing free from its sheath as she readied to protect herself. What startled her and caused her to miss a step was the crimson eyes that bore down on her. She was slow to react as she moved out of the way of the blade again, this time getting off with only her gun getting trashed.
"This is your fault! You are to blame for everything! Why did you betray them, betray Hanako?!" Came accusations from a voice she knew all to well. The first Midori stood before her in a Yukata, blade pointed at her face as she stood a few feet from her. "Because of you, I can not return home!" Her voice turned shrill at that as she attacked again. Hemosynthetic projections shot out from the old Midori's sides, instantly going for the woman before her. The second Midori did her best to evade, going so far as to cut down the appendages and forcing herself back and up, but only a little to late. Grabbed by her foot she was yanked and thrown into the wall of the shop she had just been taking shelter under, cracking the stone exterior and breaking out one of the glass panes that was nearby. Inside the store, voices could be heard screaming, the woman going so far as to call the police.
The first Midori was quick, launching herself with a scream of rage as she brought the sword around in a vicious cut, trying to decapitate the woman before her. The intended victim had no such desires to die just yet, throwing her blade up to protect and deflect the blade wide, with success. Grunting a little in pain from the bone jarring impact, the second Midori got up and pressed her own attack. Striding forward, she launched her own counter attack the two trading blows back and forth, clothing tearing, skin ripping before the blades of one another as they fought through the streets.
Those unlucky enough to be on the streets of the night would soon find themselves pressed into action to get out of the way of the two warring ex-samurai. The fight would drag on further and further from the busy streets into a alley way, the stamina of both wanning. it wouldn't be some grand technique, or staring showdown that would spell the end of the fight, it would be a crack in the street. The second Midori tumbled to the ground as her foot caught in crack of the otherwise immaculately kept streets, her blade up to block any attack. The blade would stop the strike only for as long as she had the strength to keep the blade up, which with how the first Midori stood over her, slamming her own blade down onto the defensive woman's own sword, wouldn't be long.
"You betrayed her! You left! Turned your back on everything they gave you! They gave us our life back! Our purpose! Everything!" With each accusation came the swing of the blade, and eventually the second Midori caught the rythmn and was able to turn the blade aside for just long enough to get in a strike. Swinging her blade up in a back hand movement, the second Midori's eyes went wide as she saw her blade cut through the front of her yukata and skin, a nasty looking cut blossoming blood as the first was cut from her navel to her shoulder. But she knew that it wasn't a deep enough cut, she knew it the instant she felt the cold blade bite into her arm. Oddly a look of relief took over her face just as she felt the blade cut into her neck.
With a inarticulate scream of rage, the first Midori brought her sword from left to right in a devastating swing fueled by rage and anger. It was a look of glee in her eyes as she felt the blade bite into the flesh of her opponent, watching it travel through skin, muscle and bone, tracing a path through the second Midori's arm, then shoulder, and eventually lower head and neck. The blade continued on its path, cutting a wound into the wall behind the second Midori as a spray of blood fountained from the clean wound, covering the front of the first Midori's yukata completely now.
The anger and rage expended, Midori looked at the headless woman before her as a wave of nausea swept over her. Falling to her hands and knees, she got sick there in the street, the rain mixing the blood and vomit together. It would be a few minutes of dry heaving before she finally stood. Scooping upbthe sword, Midori made her way back to the Samurai house she had left only a few hours before, informing the clan police of what had happened, and who had instructed her. She knew though as she made her way home, the look of relief on the other her's face would never leave her so long as she lived.
