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The swordsman watched his opponent carefully as the man jumped away, obviously harmed by Seno's strike. A smirk. The first strike had gone to Ryo, the first punishing one to Seno. An equitable trade, but if things followed that pattern, it meant the first win would go to Ryo, and that wasn't acceptable.
He took the time to analyze his opponent. The man had barely made any offensive moves, and only when Seno was within range and had already made a move of his own. A clearly-defensive strategy. Hearkening back to the Spartans at Thermapolyae, perhaps. How bothersome.
Well, time to start prodding that shield wall, then. Standing up, the swordsman drew his blade across the opening of its scabbard, then sheathed the sword. It seemed apparent that he was either going to use iaijutsu or surrender, and the fact that he immediately rushed toward Ryo reduced those options from two to one.
Once within the ideal range, his right hand gripped his weapon to make the iaijustu strike. But, something was off. Indeed, it became apparent that he was not quick-drawing his blade, he was pulling his entire damn scabbard out of his belt and swinging it up, directly toward Ryo's face.
Ahh, but master of distraction, round two. As the sheath-and-sword pain couple was heading for a date with Ryo's nose, Seno was sliding his own body down, his again-empty left hand reaching out to secure a grasp on Ryo's leg and see just how effective tripping would be.
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