[ Two swordsmen fighting with the same style, sending out impossible strikes that are impossibly parried. Kojirou almost wishes he could record this moment and watch it again for study.
But stalemates must be broken. Kojirou has always been the type to force the issue, knowing full well that no matter how enjoyable the battle is, there's no real meaning without having a result.
Calling upon aid isn't exactly fair, perhaps, but there are people relying on him to win this fight. He can hardly lay down here. ]
My thanks.
[ The mirror Kojirou looks at the barrier before him with mild resignation. As a copy of a Knight, he could probably carve through the mana with enough time, but in a perfectly even fight, that's a split second too much time spent on anything apart from his opponent.
So, knowing that he lost, the mirror watches the original bring his sword down on it, shattering into a thousand pieces like so much glass. ]
Hm.
[ And the winner: Real Kojirou. But there's no open celebration from the SAMURAI. It's simply not how he works. ]
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But stalemates must be broken. Kojirou has always been the type to force the issue, knowing full well that no matter how enjoyable the battle is, there's no real meaning without having a result.
Calling upon aid isn't exactly fair, perhaps, but there are people relying on him to win this fight. He can hardly lay down here. ]
My thanks.
[ The mirror Kojirou looks at the barrier before him with mild resignation. As a copy of a Knight, he could probably carve through the mana with enough time, but in a perfectly even fight, that's a split second too much time spent on anything apart from his opponent.
So, knowing that he lost, the mirror watches the original bring his sword down on it, shattering into a thousand pieces like so much glass. ]
Hm.
[ And the winner: Real Kojirou. But there's no open celebration from the SAMURAI. It's simply not how he works. ]