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[color=#736AFF][b][h1]Ranbu no Izayoi[/h1][/b][/color]
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[color=#736AFF][b]"Rend!"[/b][/color] She screamed on instinct as her blade bit into one of the smaller stragglers. [color=#736AFF][b]"Kill!"[/b][/color] Izayoi drove it all the way through the Blightbeast's chest before savagely ripping it back out as she continued her charge, Eliane still at her side. Judging by the sound of footsteps behind them, it seemed Neve had recovered and caught up as well. Fine by her. The others were too busy with their own battles to keep the healer guarded well enough anyway. 

Unfortunately, the Aero spell that followed serve to only irritate the apparent leader of the pack. And now it was making a beeline straight for them. Unfortunate. Neither herself nor Eliane were exactly sturdy enough to take such an attack head-on. Well. Most of her finishing attacks were designed to decimate such a head-on charge. But Izayoi knew for a fact that the majority of those were too much for her body to handle after years without serious practice. The only one she could reliably perform was...

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[b][u]"Listen well if you want to live, girl."[/u][/b] Her master stared down at her with his typical unfeeling stare, the relic blade he held glinting in the desert sun. [b][u]"I will show you this technique but once. If you move, you will die."[/u][/b] The man sheathed his blade, took up his stance, and surged forward. 
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[color=#736AFF][b]"Massacre the others. I will blunt the large one's attack."[/b][/color] She murmured aside to Eliane before stepping forward.

Izayoi sheathed her blade, took up the same iaijutsu stance she'd known for over twenty years, and met the beast in a head-on charge. 

[color=#736AFF][b]"Shin-Zantetsuken!"[/b][/color]

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[b][u]"It is a delicate dance."[/u][/b] He explained after he finished performing the technique, the teenage girl's eyes wide at how close she'd come to death. [b][u]"The stutter-step in the midst of the charge accelerates your first slash. This creates the vortex and fuels your spin for the second strike. Now,"[/u][/b] The man drawled lazily as he held his sword in a defensive stance, his gaze glinting with amusement. 

[b][u]"Show me if you can meet my expectations."[/u][/b]
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At the very least, she hadn't forgotten how to perform the first of the execution techniques she'd been taught. Her timing was perfect, the stutter-step on her draw accelerating her charge for that brief, crucial moment. Izayoi's blade was a blur as she performed her limit break, the first slash outright carving off the arm of the large Blightbeast as it tried to grab her out of her counter-charge. She whirled around, the sheer force and speed of her slash forming a vortex that drew the Blightbeast in even closer and took it off-balance, and then she struck once more. The second slash, empowered as it was, rent a colossal gash through its chest, sending it crashing to the dirt as blood and guts spilled from the wound. 

Meanwhile, Izayoi came to a stop, panting slightly from the exertion of her technique as she tried to collect herself. The strike had still been without error, but it took more out of her than she'd expected. Hopefully, Eliane and Neve would be able to pick up her slack while she caught her breath for a slight moment.