His only memories of fighting have been against ayakashi, usually in the form of a weapon (and the occasional drunk who tried to throw a punch when getting booted from the bar), but Gojyo's body holds the muscle memory of a very long, very violent trek across China and the hundreds if not thousands of bodies he'd left in his wake. He's moving before he realizes it, his staff appearing in his hand and the wicked spade-shaped blade coming around like a baseball bat, aimed to take her head clean off her shoulders. ]
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His only memories of fighting have been against ayakashi, usually in the form of a weapon (and the occasional drunk who tried to throw a punch when getting booted from the bar), but Gojyo's body holds the muscle memory of a very long, very violent trek across China and the hundreds if not thousands of bodies he'd left in his wake. He's moving before he realizes it, his staff appearing in his hand and the wicked spade-shaped blade coming around like a baseball bat, aimed to take her head clean off her shoulders. ]