[It's a weirdly unsatisfying, unnerving and nerve-wracking fight. There's this weird echo, the bits and pieces of himself he can feel in the other as well as some others he know... the strange not-resistance, just enough to be a pain, not enough to be called a fight, really.
Still once the cracks are there, he doesn't hesitate. He presses forward, and then gives the last blow as soon as the other drops his sword.]
'At least it's you.'
[He doesn't like the sound of this either, but it's done, finally, the weird sword is broken and gone.... but whatever Hana did, it is likely to linger, and ass on as he is certain he is finished, Mikazuki turns back towards her.]
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Still once the cracks are there, he doesn't hesitate. He presses forward, and then gives the last blow as soon as the other drops his sword.]
'At least it's you.'
[He doesn't like the sound of this either, but it's done, finally, the weird sword is broken and gone.... but whatever Hana did, it is likely to linger, and ass on as he is certain he is finished, Mikazuki turns back towards her.]
Aruji, are you alright?