That change in her eyes! Yumeiko felt a flash of fear throughout her, but

Miyuki had taken her to bed for rest. She had enjoyed her food. She had taken her tour and been so... tame? Was that the word she was looking for? It felt degrading, she didn't want to use it, but it was almost like she had... tamed something wild that now was unleashing against her.

[i]Will she really hurt me? ... No.[/i]

Miyuki was closing in on her, having abandoned her glaive. No weapon left to her, but Yumeiko still had a handle on her sasumato. She couldn't just [b]retreat[/b] now, could she? She made her opponent surrender her weapon while retaining her own, she had the advantage!

So why did she feel like she was disadvantaged?

Yumeiko gathered what power from the ship that she could, to enhance her body and defense. Something was coming. She gathered power in her palm, the strike she had planned for Miyuki's body, now that she'd pinned the glaive.

Miyuki had been ready for her tactic. Had she known, planned for it? Just how proficient in warfare was she?