The net, with its long handle, feels familiar in her hand. At the signal, and the sight of the shadow in the water, instincts kick in- she swings the net with all the viciousness she'd employ in the field- and the net kicks up a spray of water as it hits the river with some kind of vengeance.
Riiight. This thing is lighter than her scythe. Shinoa blinks, water dripping off her. At least the fish is trapped underneath the net.]
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The net, with its long handle, feels familiar in her hand. At the signal, and the sight of the shadow in the water, instincts kick in- she swings the net with all the viciousness she'd employ in the field- and the net kicks up a spray of water as it hits the river with some kind of vengeance.
Riiight. This thing is lighter than her scythe. Shinoa blinks, water dripping off her. At least the fish is trapped underneath the net.]
Uh.... was that how...