[ Speaking of which, Squalo is still convinced that no human should be able to move like this. Likewise, his group back home was pushing limits on what was physically possible, and this was a blow to his pride. At least, he thinks, it's a little easier to follow his movements a second time. Baby steps. ]
[ The disarming maneuver would have worked if it was literally anybody but Squalo. He's improved himself to be safe from exactly this sort of assault, however; he wields his sword in his left hand normally, and no matter how many blows it needs to hold, his grip doesn't falter because it's fucking mechanical. He doesn't risk blocking with it on purpose this time, just in case hopped-up-on-coffee-and-cocaine Feitan can hit hard enough to cut through reinforced titanium and carbon fiber, but it still makes his hold steadier than it would be otherwise as he does his damnedest to defend. ]
[ It's not enough. He needs to go on the offensive. ]
[ He leaps backwards, kicking a coffee table at Feitan in the process, trying to gain a bit more distance, and rather than take a wide swing, he tries to jab right past the other's defenses. Fast. Multiple times. It's like there's a bunch of swords chewing away at the air in front of him. ]
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[ Speaking of which, Squalo is still convinced that no human should be able to move like this. Likewise, his group back home was pushing limits on what was physically possible, and this was a blow to his pride. At least, he thinks, it's a little easier to follow his movements a second time. Baby steps. ]
[ The disarming maneuver would have worked if it was literally anybody but Squalo. He's improved himself to be safe from exactly this sort of assault, however; he wields his sword in his left hand normally, and no matter how many blows it needs to hold, his grip doesn't falter because it's fucking mechanical. He doesn't risk blocking with it on purpose this time, just in case hopped-up-on-coffee-and-cocaine Feitan can hit hard enough to cut through reinforced titanium and carbon fiber, but it still makes his hold steadier than it would be otherwise as he does his damnedest to defend. ]
[ It's not enough. He needs to go on the offensive. ]
[ He leaps backwards, kicking a coffee table at Feitan in the process, trying to gain a bit more distance, and rather than take a wide swing, he tries to jab right past the other's defenses. Fast. Multiple times. It's like there's a bunch of swords chewing away at the air in front of him. ]