[ Ayaka's almost about to come and get him, to assist him in standing up again and fighting, but he stands up on his own. That's good. Worried as she might be, she understands that someone wouldn't wield such a large sword in the first place if he didn't have any experience. As for her, her experience isn't as extravagant as fighting a giant monster. Not yet, anyway. The Kamisato Art Tachi Jutsu has never led her to a situation like this before, even during the long days of fighting a government that wanted to take away the hopes and dreams of people.
With a hand still on her blade, she's the one who decides to take advantage of the situation. It should be enough time to let the blond recover, as she hides once again in an icy fog, reappearing only to deal some quick cuts to her enemy, before hiding again and revealing herself at its other end before lifting her blade once more. It'll keep happening— Ayaka moving ever so gracefully despite the practised speed. It's as if she's dancing, trails of snow and ice petals at her wake. With each step, the skirt of her dress blows in the wind, and with each flick of her wrist, the Salamander finds itself weakened more and more.
It's beginning to get cold. Even more so when Ayaka finally stops right in front of it, staring up at it with a determined expression. The creature's focus is all on the smaller fighter, annoyed and even more enraged now what with her popping out in one spot and then the other seconds later, it just wants to thrash. ]
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With a hand still on her blade, she's the one who decides to take advantage of the situation. It should be enough time to let the blond recover, as she hides once again in an icy fog, reappearing only to deal some quick cuts to her enemy, before hiding again and revealing herself at its other end before lifting her blade once more. It'll keep happening— Ayaka moving ever so gracefully despite the practised speed. It's as if she's dancing, trails of snow and ice petals at her wake. With each step, the skirt of her dress blows in the wind, and with each flick of her wrist, the Salamander finds itself weakened more and more.
It's beginning to get cold. Even more so when Ayaka finally stops right in front of it, staring up at it with a determined expression. The creature's focus is all on the smaller fighter, annoyed and even more enraged now what with her popping out in one spot and then the other seconds later, it just wants to thrash. ]