[ Watcher's Love sliced through the air, the light reflecting off the steel edge, the white lotus blossoms carved into it's surface. It moves with One, or perhaps she moves with it, turning with it, as if it were just a tool in her dance. She was a dancer, after all. Her movements graceful and swift. Slender fingers curled around the four foot long chain, cuff pressing into the soft meat of her hand. She directed the chakram back with a tug.
She drew back a step as the weapon jerked back toward her. With practiced ease she caught one of the sharp edges, the blade digging in to her padded glove. Pressing in to the grove she had made. She was unsure if the weapons could turn on their owners, but she wasn't in the mood to find out.
Her gaze moved over Caren, selecting the next place to attack. The first blow had been just a test, to see how fast she could react, and how she would react. To know her enemy. ]
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She drew back a step as the weapon jerked back toward her. With practiced ease she caught one of the sharp edges, the blade digging in to her padded glove. Pressing in to the grove she had made. She was unsure if the weapons could turn on their owners, but she wasn't in the mood to find out.
Her gaze moved over Caren, selecting the next place to attack. The first blow had been just a test, to see how fast she could react, and how she would react. To know her enemy. ]