(His fingers curl tightly around the hilt of his sword and his eyes flash, seeming to glow an all too familiar sort of red. Mikazuki has said something that's caught his attention but it's hard to tell if it was mentioing the saniwa or saying he was worried.)
You left her? (Out of everything, this is what he seems to be most focused on.) Who will guard her now?
(Other swords, of course. He knows that. But they hadnt been the ones that stopped him last time. It had been Mikazuki. And he knows there are others here too. The sword army rarely fights alone and surely, Mikazuki is just buying time. He lowers his sword, raising it to Mikazuki and shifts into a ready stance,)
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You left her? (Out of everything, this is what he seems to be most focused on.) Who will guard her now?
(Other swords, of course. He knows that. But they hadnt been the ones that stopped him last time. It had been Mikazuki. And he knows there are others here too. The sword army rarely fights alone and surely, Mikazuki is just buying time. He lowers his sword, raising it to Mikazuki and shifts into a ready stance,)
Save your worries.
(And he charges without hesitation.)