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The girl advanced, anger clear in her eyes. Normally Yuko was rather easy on the eyes if not beautiful, but this battle took its tole on her. Her normally snow white hair had so much dust in it from falling debris that it looked brown and was in a tangled and disheaveld mess. One of the ribbons holding her pigtails had been completely torn out, leaving her hair to fall down the left side of her face. Her creamy white skin had clumps of dust clinging to it here and there as if shed been rolling on the ground. Her black thigh length socks were torn to shreads and her serafuku had rips and tears all along it and showed a few glimpses of her sports bra. Had she been in a rational state of mind he might have been embarrassed, but her adrenaline only allowed her anger to show through.

"Damn you, I was having a perfectly good day until you showed up. I scored well on my exams, broke my track record and even met a cute boy, but then you had to go and ruin it. Now it looks like I just bathed in a sewer and I smell almost as horrid as you! You'll take responsibility for this won't you." Yuko shouted. It was more of a statement than a question. "I'll exact the price in blood!" She called as she lunged, once again quite fast, but his time jumped into the air, blade raised over her head, and brought the sword down with all her might.