[The cloth manages to grasp her blade around the midsection, unlocking it and forcing her to break it apart again. Her swing is offset as a result, but she keeps hold of both swords with firm grip on each. The kick lands solidly into her side, sending her stumbling away. She quickens during a blink and gets more distance from Aizawa, separating them by a solid quarter of the room as she got back on her feet.
Her expression is determined, but distant, almost like one of pity. She doesn't do well in sustained fights without blood frenzy, and the man's weapon wasn't going to cut her up. Spinning her blades, she shifted them to hold backwards, jutting them out in front of her before stabbing inward. They pierce just below her below her ribs and she hunched forward as they jut out her back. Again, she stumbles, coughs blood without a scream. A moment to grind her teeth, she rends her Rakuyo out again, causing a splatter of liquid viscera to hit the floor in front of her. Not nearly as loud as the gunshot she fired, but far more upsetting to the mind.
Despite the gush of blood from her midsection, she stands upright immediately, leveling her gaze. Blood frenzy isn't anything like a quirk, not something that can be blocked like her quickening. Swords dripping her own blood, she runs at him again.
When she swings them forward, it's short of him, but the wave of red they emit is otherworldly. A wave of blood that tears as it sprayed forward, wet and somehow staggeringly sharp.]
CW: Blood and Gore
Her expression is determined, but distant, almost like one of pity. She doesn't do well in sustained fights without blood frenzy, and the man's weapon wasn't going to cut her up. Spinning her blades, she shifted them to hold backwards, jutting them out in front of her before stabbing inward. They pierce just below her below her ribs and she hunched forward as they jut out her back. Again, she stumbles, coughs blood without a scream. A moment to grind her teeth, she rends her Rakuyo out again, causing a splatter of liquid viscera to hit the floor in front of her. Not nearly as loud as the gunshot she fired, but far more upsetting to the mind.
Despite the gush of blood from her midsection, she stands upright immediately, leveling her gaze. Blood frenzy isn't anything like a quirk, not something that can be blocked like her quickening. Swords dripping her own blood, she runs at him again.
When she swings them forward, it's short of him, but the wave of red they emit is otherworldly. A wave of blood that tears as it sprayed forward, wet and somehow staggeringly sharp.]