[It was a beautiful weapon. It's a war dance, something that Caren could readily admire, even in the midst of battle. But...in a twist, she sees that the woman is experienced.
And that there is a limit to her range.
With a twist, she raises, and her shawl is twisted and snapped above her head. This time, she moves in, into One's range as she could easily wound her-kill her even, by accident.
But it is time to use the weight of Sin. A twist of her wrist, and the end of the long red cloth seemed to sag, weighty now as she snapped cloth and directed towards One's arm. It would likely be countered but...she could only try.]
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And that there is a limit to her range.
With a twist, she raises, and her shawl is twisted and snapped above her head. This time, she moves in, into One's range as she could easily wound her-kill her even, by accident.
But it is time to use the weight of Sin. A twist of her wrist, and the end of the long red cloth seemed to sag, weighty now as she snapped cloth and directed towards One's arm. It would likely be countered but...she could only try.]