Chasing Kitsune
Not enough to remove the limb, but enough that it’s gushing blood and will be unusable.
It’s not his dominant hand, so I haven’t really handicapped him. I saw a flash in his eyes as they narrowed, going cold. He finally realized he was not facing me as his daughter, the little girl he taught to use a katana. He’s facing Kitsune, a malevolent spirit thirsty for blood whose skills have gone beyond what he taught me.
The warehouse became filled with the sound of our blades clashing. It was a symphony as we danced around the space, each trying to avoid the other’s attacks. He’s yet to make a scratch on me. But I’ve gotten him.
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