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[sup][i]Latin District - Northern Sector, Alleyway[/i][/sup]
[center][h1]Yazhu Hua[/h1][/center]
[sub][center]Mentions: Tristan ([@KoL]), Ywain ([@SSW]), Noon ([@Danchou])[/center][/sub]
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And thus, the combat began. Noon's first strike was dodged with a quick turning of Yazhu's body, using her front foot as a pivot to move her torso out of lethal damage. The blade didn't graze her, just barely. Noon's following movements were wise; she didn't have enough distance to get a hit in. All she could do was prepare for the next strike that would come with the time his retreat granted her. The second strike was dodged as well, coming closer than the first to strike true on her heart. Her armor was iron, but his lunges could pierce through her. 

The third strike came, and so did the fourth and the fifth. Every attack from Saber's master honed closer to the target. She managed to dodge them all, but the last two managed to scrape her front. At this pace, Noon would soon manage to score his first hit. And his first hit would be her last breaths.

If she took a step forwards, he took a step backwards. If she took one to the side, he'd follow suit like a mirror. Dreadfully precise, unerring on his strikes, too far for her to manage to launch a single attack. A false move would mean death, and the windows were scarce.

Yet, she saw an opportunity amidst his precision. His range was preventing her from getting close. Therefore, what granted him the distance had to go. When the last strike began to withdraw to bring another one, Yazhu bent her knees slightly and prepared herself, extending her left arm to the front. Once the strike came her way, she lunged forwards and deflected the strike with the back of her gloved hand, pushing the spear slightly away and letting it continue its path with its inertia. Breaking her pattern of dodges and risking another hit should she not be fast enough. And then, once the distance was closed, a quick strike with the base of her palm would be aimed to the hand of Noon, seeking to disarm him and take out his advantage.

It was a gamble. It was a lethal gamble. But it was her best chance at surviving.