[B]MATSUOKA MINORU[/B]

I don't understand the blonde's utterance, but the purpose behind that single syllable is clear to me. It's an activation phrase of some sorts, converting her dazzling, golden glow into bladed edges for her antique weapon. A technique that increases the cutting power of a sword then, though from where I'm standing I'm unable to make out whether it's a beam like the one in that American space movie or some sort of solid thing. Either way, it had made the white girl a lot more dangerous, enough to actually [i]redirect[/i] that arc of blue into the ground upon impact. How did Adachi Ruriko successfully get that to work, anyway? Was it actually a solid wave of-

[color=00aeef]That Germanic girl has quite a good swing on her, doesn't she?[/color]

My eyes widen at the sight of the sudden burst of aggression the [s]possibly-German[/s] ([color=00aeef][i]Germanic[/i], Matsuoka![/color]) [i]Germanic[/i] girl had tapped into. It's not the way she rapidly cleared the distance between her and her opponent that surprises me, but the slash she just delivered ... that was a strike to kill! Was this really acceptable in a mock battle? Even if she wasn't going to carry through with it, it looked like real risky business!

[color=00aeef]I think that's what they call getting lost in the flow, Matsuoka.[/color]

Adachi Ruriko, fortunately, manages to block it, her own blade intercepting that of the white girl's. The noise rings out across the room, metal screeching against metal. My gaze doesn't waver from the clash, following the motion of the petite samurai as she tries to push the other sword back. I frown for a second. That's not a particularly good move, is it? Given her proportions, the amount of strength needed to deflect the blow would be too excessive and inefficient, especially against a larger opponent. Yet ... it works against the white girl, because she disengages instead of leveraging her own greater strength. Maybe Adachi-san had predicted that and decided not to look a presented horse in the mouth-

[color=00aeef]Gift horse in the mouth. You're pretty atrocious at these sayings, Matsuoka.[/color]

Wait, did the white girl just drop to the floor? My jaw drops open in shock. That rapid, unorthodox movement catches me completely by surprise. I'm utterly frozen in disbelief as she turns into a blur, making use of an action no folk would ever expect due to its sheer ridiculity and pivoting against the ground to launch into a ... cut? Is she trying to take Adachi-san's legs off? It's beyond what would be acceptable in a mock battle already. It's gone to, to use the American expression-

My left arm suddenly jerks into motion, fingers snapping just before the strike lands.

The <<DIRECTION>> of the white girl's cut immediately reverses back towards the floor. As does any attempt by Adachi Ruriko to parry the blow, moving the two swords as far away from each other as possible.

"[color=00aeef]-hell in a handbahsket,[/color]" my mouth finishes my thought on its own. "[color=00aeef]Maiming's super uncool?[/color]"

Knowing that Cloacina can take over my body's movements at any moment does not, in any way, make it easier for me to get used to suddenly losing control over my limbs and whatnot. It's an especially eerie feeling, and hearing myself say things I would never say only serves to compound the issue. 'Super uncool'? Was that the best descriptor you could have used for this situation?

[color=00aeef]Hey, it's perfectly acceptable![/color]

Peculiar speech patterns of my contracted deity aside, I retake control of my arm, dropping it down by my side once again.

"[color=00a651]Sorry, senpai,[/color]" I say, giving both of my upperclasswomen an apologetic bow. "[color=00a651]It was, ah, lookin' a wee bit too dangehrous thah', yaknow?[/color]"