Seventh Dream--[Accidental Video]

[yiban_youtiao]

[BZZZT]

Ow!

[The communicator flips out of her pocket just in time to catch a glimpse of the half-ghost--and flashing teeth. It hits the ground roughly at the same time Youmu screams--and something canine yelps in pain.]

I'm a bit busy right now!

[The transmission ends with the snarl of wolves.]

((OOC: Commentlogs are welcome! Youmu's

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that icon aaaagh

[yiban_youtiao]

[Youmu manages to move into range just as Chen falls off. The injured wolf whirled to turn on the nekomata--and was quite literally cut off.

Roukanken being wedged in its spine was both a good and a bad thing--the good being that this wolf was dead, the bad being that there was still one that was very not dead. And the katana was stuck.

The half-ghost abandoned the larger blade for now as the healthy wolf charged around the fallen one-and moved to draw the wakizashi even as she gauged how much time she had. The distance, the fact that Hakurouken was shorter than the katana was all taken into account-and left her very little reaction time.

The wolf leaped-lower, this time-and the sword hesitated a moment longer before being drawn directly from its sheath. The tip still moved fastest-cutting the muscles on the right side of the jaw, most of the windpipe, and knocking the enraged canine out of the air, towards Chen. The wolf did not fly as far, as the wakizashi was much shorter than Roukanken was-but the nekomata would know what to do with what remained of the wolf’s life.

….that was a bit more tiring than expected.]

...are you all right, Chen-san?

>_>

[twotails9lives]

[Chen didn't respond at first, as she charged, pounced, and drove her claws into the wolf's eyes, tearing]

[When it was done, Chen stepped away and looked down at herself]

I need to wash.

[Chen looked very disappointed with that statement.]

[yiban_youtiao]

I'm sure they can do that at the hospital, Chen-san.

[Youmu checks the wound on her leg, finally--it was shallow, and had hit no major arteries...but it was messy, even woth the bleeding stopped. And she'd be slow...

...though speaking of messy, her swords were thoroughly gunked up by now. And she wasn't about to put them away dirty. So, the half-ghost set about to cleaning the blades first--and making a few sad faces at the small nick in the katana's cutting edge.]

[twotails9lives]

Oh no, I'm not hurt. Just a few bruises.

But I don't want to track this into the house.