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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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The spear was let go from her adversary, and it followed the path it was meant to follow whilst being pushed by its former wielder just enough to let the spear get in her path. By any means, this didn't mean any sort of a hindrance to Yazhu, merely dedicating a moment to block it and send it away. But a moment was all that was needed.

It was enough of a window to let Noon grasp his new weapon. Another long hilt, which appeared on Noon's side, was grasped, and Yazhu believed she saw the attack. He'd unsheathe his weapon and slash at her at the same time, a powerful move if it managed to connect. If it didn't, Yazhu had more than enough time to disarm and incapacitate her opponent whilst he was recovering from the strike. To defend from such a strike was the right choice. Both because of what she knew and what she didn't.

He slashed. [color=f26522]"Cross Ecliptic!"[/color]

It was a mere instant. A brief sense of danger, a primordial instinct left behind from the days of large beasts and insurmountable dangers. The hair on her back was beginning to stand, and Yazhu knew she couldn't dodge: that'd leave her chest open. With her arms crossed in front of her, she took the blow full on. She stood her ground with firm feet, rooted like an iron statue to the floor

She felt the force behind the strike. The sheer power behind it shook her arms, her muscles, her bones. It permeated through her upper limbs, to her chest, down to her legs. It pushed her back several feet, enough so that the initial conditions of the fight were once again met. And indeed they were, as the place of the strike emited a trickle of smoke yet her armor stood in place, unharmed. Her arms hurt from the pure force of impact from Cross Eliptic, and she knew that prolonging this fight would be dangerous: Her reflexes would be hindered, her arms would fail to respond as she needed them to be. A single mistake could kill her, and staying was a mistake.

[quote=Tristan]
[i]"Master, please ready yourself for a retreat. I believe we have done enough for the night,"[/i]
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The voice reached her mind and she took a defensive, yet unadvancing stance. Any strikes that came her way would be parried, dodged or deflected in the brief amount of time that'd it take for Tristan to come by her side. Nevertheless, she spoke her goodbyes. [color=a187be]"We'll settle this on another night. Farewell, Mr. Noon, we'll meet again soon".[/color]