Snippet #1191555

Suzume stumbled back rather shocked, and eyes wide. 'What kind of little girl carried a knife around Tokyo? Was that even legal?' and 'Who in the world were her parents?' were all the questions that phased into Suzume's mind as she continued to retreat backwards, step by step, the pink-haired girl taking step by step in response towards her. Every duck, turn, twist, it seemed that they were unnecessary. No matter how much or how little Suzume moved to dodge, the knife never made contact.

'Arrogant pinky,' Suzume thought to herself, sparing a glace towards Mao who had hung right beside her master for the entire time.

With little fear of being injured by the knife, Suzume allowed her movements to become more lank, preparing herself. Rather then watching the shiny tip of the blade, she started to focus more on the movements of the wielder of the blade. Tensing, it was time to make a move.

"Dash, Leap, Fly! Sparrow Runner!"

Suzume was enveloped in a light for only a moment, liberating teal toned clothing of a free runner clothed her body, gripping gloves with steal protectors on the back covering her hands. Her hair freed itself from the metal clip it was held in previously but did not hinder any of Suzume's movement. It was just as the light dissipated did she make her move.

Lunging forward rather then back, she made move to take grip of the knife, her hands now protected by thick climbing and gripping gloves. No matter how the girl intended NOT to hurt her, Suzume would make it difficult for the knife not to make it to her own body. If fast enough, Suzume would be able to totally pause the pinky's movements.