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Novak could feel his goddess-given ability working.  His eyes caught every detail of Nobunaga's movement as she attacked the beast, and a feeling of comprehension and muscle memory from her movements began filling the vacated spaces of his mind.  To have such understanding wash over him was a strange but enlightening sensation, and almost immediately Novak found himself almost unconsciously swinging his own sword in perfect imitation of Nobunaga's strike.  His attention was so focused that he didn't hear anything that Lazhira was saying; hopefully it wasn't anything too important.

[i][color=ed1c24]So this is how it feels.  This is how it works.[/color][/i]  There was the small complication that Nobbu's strike had been done with a different type of sword.  Fortunately his sword, with its straight, double-edged blade, seemed to be more suitable for the sort of thrusting attack that he had observed.

There was no time to revel in his first successful use of his power, however, because the Kyrnith was still rampaging.  It had struck Nobunaga with one of its front legs, knocking her away and turning its ill intentions towards her.  Without thinking, and most likely quite overconfident, Novak dashed past the hunters to his companion's side, standing just out of the path of its charge (he may not have seen it happen yet, but he knew that getting trampled would ruin his day very quickly).  Replicating Nobunaga's strike, he thrust his arming sword at the charging beast's throat beneath its snout.  An injury to its underside might not have stopped it, but perhaps a blow to its throat would change its mind.

Once his blow connected, Novak would need to withdraw out of range of the beast's front legs and jaws, lest he end up like Nobunaga, or worse, whatever poor soul that the Kyrnith had just finished devouring.

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