[Despite the blight crawling up his tail and the pain it must be causing, Dust is only surprised and impressed both. His sword, held reverse-grip as he drops into a slight ready crouch, is a testament to his own reflexes in turn, even if he hadn't had the time to put it into play yet.]
[Dust glares at the ayakashi as it scrabbles against the borderline, trying to reach them despite the impregnable wall, a few mismatched eyes staring blankly at the shinki pair. His grip tightens slightly on the sword's hilt.]
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[Despite the blight crawling up his tail and the pain it must be causing, Dust is only surprised and impressed both. His sword, held reverse-grip as he drops into a slight ready crouch, is a testament to his own reflexes in turn, even if he hadn't had the time to put it into play yet.]
[Dust glares at the ayakashi as it scrabbles against the borderline, trying to reach them despite the impregnable wall, a few mismatched eyes staring blankly at the shinki pair. His grip tightens slightly on the sword's hilt.]
Can you fight, Naoto?