hazy || muichiro tokito x oc (kny)

thirty-seven: weakness

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BLADES COLLIDE, AND SPARKS FLY.

amata grunts with effort as she pushes hiro's scythe to the side before bringing her own weapon to the jewel at a lightning rate of speed, her movements fluid as ever.

she swipes her sword to it but the dragon is coming from above.

she brings her sword to it instead, and simulatenously clenches her muscles. while her blade is fast, hiro liquifies the dragon and the sword glides through the water that then splashes amata.

however, even so, she kicks her leg out to the jewel within the scythe, attempting to stomp it.

hiro flips back to dodge, and with the pump of his hand, the water creature now forms from the water in the rest of the room, almost as though hiro has discarded the water that was tainted after soaking the dream hashira.

"i see you've figured it out!" hiro cackles. amata dodges the dragon as she races forward, bringing her blade to the aquamarine jewel.

"i must say, you are also smarter than that day!"

hiro brings the scythe away. amata rulls her arm back before throwing her hand forward, punching hiro's exposed ribcage so hard, she can hear and fell the bones shattering.

hiro rises into the air, mending his bones in a second. he grits his teeth and his eyebrows furrow in a fit of anger.

a girl as young as amata shouldn't be able to damage him to that extent.

then again, even when she was almost four inches shorter, fifteen pounds lighter, poisoned, and too inexperienced for her own good, she managed to drag two groan men to the shore, then immediately turn around and defeat a demon.

it's been about a year since then. her hashira abilities shine brightly, even in her mentally wounded state. after all, she understands that her comrades are probably dying as she fights. muichiro is amongst that group, as is her elder sister. her master has already fallen in a planned explosion, and she's already had her ribs nearly break on hiro's first attack.

with a swift wave of her arms, amata slashes hiro's legs off. he growls furiously, waving his hand to send an attack from behind.

she's all too perceptive. she can see his hand move, even if it is only slightly. she can smell how near the dragon is at it creeps up on her at a blistering speed.

she counts. she continues to berate hiro with her sword, seemingly not caring about the dragon.

she smiles. she bends back, her legs bending and her head nearly touching the floor. the dragon roars as it slams into hiro, moving too fast for his own good.

amata stands back up and swings her sword for the jewel. even in his weakened state, hiro pulls the scythe from her reach.

amata grunts in anger before using a breathing form, but hiro smiles as he heals.

he grabs amata's wrist before diving into the water, pulling the girl along with him.

amata stomps on his wrist, effectively breaking it. his scream is muffled by the water, and she watches as three gills appear in both sides of his neck.