Tomaru instantly noticed the visage of a cracked composure. A lunging attack with the club was a sound strategy in the air because his movement was preordained by gravity, but with his feet on the ground, Tomaru had an endless valley of choices and could move as elegantly as a swallow in flight and as swiftly as a striking snake. A wide horizontal swing was possibly the worst course of action that Fuchsia could have taken given the current circumstances. The little demon left so many openings that if Tomaru was a mech, his targeting system would overload. Fortunately, his brain was better equipped for the scenario than such a targeting system, and he simply stuck to the fundamentals of Ayako-ryu.

Swoosh! The hellzooka cleaved through the air as Tomaru fell straight backwards into his Usagi stance, his weight shifting fully onto his tail. Then, as soon as he was able to rise up without decapitating himself, his tail snapped like a spring, pushing Tomaru's body back into an upright position with great velocity. And, as the heavy club continued on its horizontal arc, the kitsune lunged forward, propelled by the snap out of Usagi. He clutched his katana firmly with both hands and delivered a counter-stab, aimed so that the blade would slip between the demon's ribs and pierce any vital organs that may or may not reside their.