They could both tell the fight was nearing its end. While both were beaten bloody and near completely exhausted from the exertion, Hikaru was in a notably worse state than Daisuke. Still, that state of near exhaustion did not reduce the damage he felt from her punch into his chest. He winced slightly as his bruised body offered another ache of pain in response. He wanted it to end, this fight had been his longest and had taxed him the most, to date.
He could do nothing but chuckle softly as she melted into the shadows, almost as well he had. It had caught him by surprise, right in the middle of his swing. As she had not tried to use his techniques against him, he never thought to watch out for it. But, unfortunately for her, as surprised as he was, he still knew the signs to watch for likely better than she did. He knew the patterns and minute, slightly off environmental responses to someone trying to hide.
For that reason, his next attack didn't miss. It was likely overkill, if he was to be honest, but at that point in time, his body was on autopilot as it flowed from one technique into the next. He just wanted it to end, and so his blades lashed out against her skin over and over and over again, missing not once, until she fell flat and unconscious. He stopped himself before he went into another technique and allowed his chakra blades to dissipate. He probably should have stopped right in the middle of his Kill Driver.
He silently moved out of the way as the medical team rushed to pick the woman up on a stretcher. He returned the offered nod as the passed by him on their way to the first aid station, and waited a second or two to be officially declared the winner before he offered a short, clipped bow and limped his way to the first aid station, himself.
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[ WC 343 ]
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He could do nothing but chuckle softly as she melted into the shadows, almost as well he had. It had caught him by surprise, right in the middle of his swing. As she had not tried to use his techniques against him, he never thought to watch out for it. But, unfortunately for her, as surprised as he was, he still knew the signs to watch for likely better than she did. He knew the patterns and minute, slightly off environmental responses to someone trying to hide.
For that reason, his next attack didn't miss. It was likely overkill, if he was to be honest, but at that point in time, his body was on autopilot as it flowed from one technique into the next. He just wanted it to end, and so his blades lashed out against her skin over and over and over again, missing not once, until she fell flat and unconscious. He stopped himself before he went into another technique and allowed his chakra blades to dissipate. He probably should have stopped right in the middle of his Kill Driver.
He silently moved out of the way as the medical team rushed to pick the woman up on a stretcher. He returned the offered nod as the passed by him on their way to the first aid station, and waited a second or two to be officially declared the winner before he offered a short, clipped bow and limped his way to the first aid station, himself.
[ MFT ]
[ WC 343 ]
[ Topic left ]