Chapter 238: Arc 4, Act II, - 83: Grudge Match
She twirled out of the way, "I haven’t even used a proper spell. Having a hard time Yu-Yu?"
Daiyu did not scream nor shout, yet she barely blinked. Her gaze was fixated on a blonde, though strands of purple hair had been flung to her front.
Every weak point she scanned, every smirk and laugh she despised. The greatsword lifted into the air once more and with gritted teeth and a gem-like ripple in her irises, she dashed forward.
The greatsword swung forth! Jotou swayed herself right, keeping her focus on her spine—on the tips of her toes like a cat. Which is precisely why she was not prepared for the leg incoming from below.
Her eyes widened to Daiyu’s leg attempting to sweep. ’Take the hit.’ Jotou braced for impact as Daiyu’s boot connected to her left leg. She followed the momentum and took a dive for her right.
Jotou fell, hand by hand and rose back up within a flip sideways. Her sword dropped to the sand however, to preform her acrobatics.
Daiyu landed the end of her blade into the sand, steadying herself back up using the greatsword as a crutch. Jotou lowered her knees and extended her leg to go lower, picking up the hilt of her blade and standing back up in quick succession.
"Took you that long for a hit?" she wiped the sweat off her cheek to unveil her smug smile. ’My leg... My poor, poor leg, ow... Hell that hurts...!’
Daiyu made no reply, the absolute rage painted upon her face had disappeared. Although that rage did not disappear from the grip of her blade nor her actions; she raised a foot stomping down to make the ground shiver.
Like a cat the blonde sprung up, quickly tapping her feet whilst moving to her left, never pausing her steps. ’I figured out her little quake spell. Just have to keep moving in the rhythm; keep up the momentum to remain stable.’
The pillars around were beginning to shift more than usual, the spectators could feel their seats becoming more unstable. Feyan scanned the signs, "Oh no..."
Daiyu did not spare a moment, running forward to launch her sword into several strikes. Her breathing steadied, her upper torso expanded and retracted in a stable rhythm.