Engetsu
More waves came at the girl, but she nimbly slashed and dodged away. WHen they proved insufficient, his foot slammed on the ground and he dashed with impossible speed, crossing the distance in the blink of an eye, leaping from wall to wall until he was right above her in her face. His glare was harsh, intense, but even in his indignation there was an unshakable composure to his words.
"Of course it's insane. Nothing wrong with being what you are? Don't make me laugh..."
And with these words, the battle resumed with harsher swings, his blade glowing with a blue hue and releasing wild bursts of energy with each clash. His two hands gripped on his sword harder than ever, to the point his fingers looked like they melded with the weapon. As more slashes came, hundreds of sparks flew as steel clashed against steel, and when that wasn't enough he'd distance himself and sent more blasts away.
His teeth ground against one another while his feet gracefully pushed over the bricks and stones of the building's wall, spinning and dashing to the left, to the right, displaying immense prowess in his movements and his strikes like a dance of steel.
The two were clashing dozens of times in a single hair's breath, escalating as their movements scaled the surrounding buildings and carved walls and windows to shreds. His movements were nimble to the point he could practically walk over such buildings, his higher ground gave him an absolute advantage, and yet it still wasn't enough. But he didn't care, he fought with the grace of a true hero and the brutal abandon of an unbelievable beast, so something like an unsurpassed wall was nothing to him.
More importantly, he was angry. There was nothing pleasant or glorious about this battle to him, he hated the very idea of such senseless violence in the first place. But he couldn't stand his opponent in the slightest, he rejected her and everything she stood for, because strikes he clashed against with were all too familiar.
"You're nothing but an over glorified butcher's knife and a crazy lunatic. You might be two, ten or even a thousand in there, but you will always be alone."
Staring at an old mirror was too unpleasant for his steel to bear, he grabbed a ledge and flipped over in order to gain momentum over her and swung his blade with even greater strength, sending orange and blue sparks flying all over.
"So quit making excuses for yourself and GROW UP!!"
