Dark Descendant grinned slightly at his words ' Ah humans eh? Meaning they can still be killed.' Another word perks her interest 'Swordsmen you say?' She smirks widely her having been classed a master of her Jindachi zukuri hilted Daito and Ken tanto.
She shook her head, and then began to dash forwards her form seeming to move somewhat swiftly although she had the weight of her sword upon her waist. It seeming to be of no weight to her.
She heard more cries of agony as her form reached the top of the hill. A chill of excitement ran up her spine once more as she took a deep breathe, hand coming to her sheathe of her blade as she dashed down the steep hill.
One of the swordsmen had indeed spotted her and haulted in his actions, indstead turning to her and charging. Her form continued to dash forwards into the battlefield, him at her side.
Before the man could reach her form with his blade, She had un-sheathed her blade swiftly, swinginng it around in the air with such swiftness it could be classed as a mere blur. It's yaki-ba gleaming brightly.
The sound of the two swords clashing echoed throughout the battlefield, Her letting out a war cry as the man staggered backwards in mere bewilderment. Her turning in a clockwise motion.
Her form spun swiftly, Blade coming out swiftly in many angles, the man's form not being able to comprehend her actions and therefore not being able to block of disarm her.
Heer sword had seemed to move like a blur past his form several times, and as the kissaki of the blade touched the dusty soil. Her eyes closed slightly in a state of focus, blood could be seen across the steel blade.
The man had a few moments to take a few steps back before his form seemed to slide apart, his left knee to ankle sliding downwards, blood squirting from the severed limb.
The lower leg was shortly followed by his other leg, then his waist had followed, spraying a fine mist of blood outwards as it slid downwards from the decapitated form of the man, his head indeed following.
Although this had seemed to have been in slow motion, it had indeed only been a few moments, and there the man lied, frame crumpled, decapitated upon the now blood stained soil. His blood seeping into the mud.
She grinned once more as if the sign of blood had indeed made her happy, a noise now catching her attention and as her gaze shifted around she now realised several men were now charging towards her.
They charged onwards towards her form, seeming to form a circle around her as she stood, kissaki of her blood stained blade upon the ground, eyes upon the ground.
She then moved forwards, swiftly, moving with such speed and accuracy towards one of the men, her form moving into a leaping motion, blade coming from the soil as she indeed leaped upwards, Her feet coming infront of her form.
She allowed a smirk to spread across her lips, Her eyes now upon the form of the man as she leaped towards him, Kicking out her feet several times, performing a climbing kick up the form of the man.
The man's form haulted almost instantly, nearly being thrown back by the force of her kicks as she performed a climbing kick up his form. Her frame then leaping backwards, blade coming outwards swiftly before she leaped into the neck of the man.
A fresh spray of blood oozed into the air as the kissaki of her blood stained sword pierced the man's skin, before retracting backwards as she leaped back. The form of the man dropping backwards instantly, Blood continuing to ooze from his neck as he lay dead.
Her form leaped through the air, the other men continuing to charge forwards, her blde came forwards once more, her frame seeming to spin in the air, Blade coming through as she span.
She landed upon the dusty soil once more, Eyes upon the ground yet again, her form landing in a crouched position upon one knee, strands of her jet black hair falling across her face as she landed.
The forms of the men seemed to hault as she landed, then a thud emmitted from the ground, echoing throughout the battlefield as each man fell to the ground one by one.
Blood oozed from their heads and necks as their craniums rolled across the soil. Obviously having been sliced off when she had performed the spinning attack in mid air, driving her blade through the air as she span.
She stood once more a look of mere demise in her eyes aswell as a look of enjoyment. Gaze shifting to the circle of dead men their blood seeping into the already saturated soils.
She stepped over their forms, gaze shifting to the many men left, her grin remaining upon her face as she dashed forwards, Sword behind her form, both hands upon the tsuka of her blade as she ran in this formation, charging towards the inner battle field.
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