[He's staring again as quickly as his senses allow. The cloth didn't snag on anything so she must have escaped it. That means he needs to go defensive again. The cloth comes back, floating near his person, waiting for the next direction.]
[And if not for that instinct, he'd have a fresh new scar. Or, well, maybe "scar" was optimistic. He'd have a new, direct route to his intestines.]
[Some sort of movement quirk? His mind flickers to the sound eaters. It can't stay there long, though. The less focus on the woman in front of him, the more likely a crucial hit connects on him. Their close proximity at least gives him a chance. Get a loop around the hilt of the blade, try to throw it off. He expects her to react accordingly so, as he does, he spins his weight on his heel.]
[A kick to the side isn't nearly as dangerous as a blade to the side but it'd do for now.]
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[And if not for that instinct, he'd have a fresh new scar. Or, well, maybe "scar" was optimistic. He'd have a new, direct route to his intestines.]
[Some sort of movement quirk? His mind flickers to the sound eaters. It can't stay there long, though. The less focus on the woman in front of him, the more likely a crucial hit connects on him. Their close proximity at least gives him a chance. Get a loop around the hilt of the blade, try to throw it off. He expects her to react accordingly so, as he does, he spins his weight on his heel.]
[A kick to the side isn't nearly as dangerous as a blade to the side but it'd do for now.]