[That would be a bitch to avoid, indeed. Yuan spins his sword sharply in front of himself to create an impromptu shield and deflect a couple of the blows, giving himself time to leap clear, doing a backflip in midair and landing on his feet, sword poised defensively in front of himself.
His pulse is racing - he hasn't felt so alive in ages. It's been far too long since they've done this.]
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His pulse is racing - he hasn't felt so alive in ages. It's been far too long since they've done this.]