[ Okay the first part of that maybe wasn't so great. ]
ENOUGH!
[ He swings his sword down in a heavy arc-- but it pulls to the side instead of landing on Mutsu, the blade biting deep into tatami. Pulling it free would be easy enough, but he doesn't. Chougi's breathing way too hard for how little exertion he's gone through in the last few minutes; he glances at Mutsu. Makes eye contact and looks away again. ]
The name is mine. [ So he says, but it's a little weaker. ] I won't be forgotten. His place in history belongs to me.
[ So he says, but he still hasn't yanked his blade out of the tatami yet. ]
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ENOUGH!
[ He swings his sword down in a heavy arc-- but it pulls to the side instead of landing on Mutsu, the blade biting deep into tatami. Pulling it free would be easy enough, but he doesn't. Chougi's breathing way too hard for how little exertion he's gone through in the last few minutes; he glances at Mutsu. Makes eye contact and looks away again. ]
The name is mine. [ So he says, but it's a little weaker. ] I won't be forgotten. His place in history belongs to me.
[ So he says, but he still hasn't yanked his blade out of the tatami yet. ]