[She may have magic, but he has a ridiculous staff and she's (kind of) unarmed. It balances out.
Sharak stands steady, staring Gojyo down. There's a nasty gash across her nose and cheek from when his staff blade got a little too close and she's bleeding elsewhere, judging from the stains on her robe. Not using Kouten is a rather stupid handicap to give oneself. She's also sweating and out of breath but isn't faltering yet. Neither is Gojyo. Sharak glares at him, eyes serious and ready to kill...
Then she sighs and falls down onto the grass with a heavy thud and the faint trace of a smile on her lips.] Yeah, all right.
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Sharak stands steady, staring Gojyo down. There's a nasty gash across her nose and cheek from when his staff blade got a little too close and she's bleeding elsewhere, judging from the stains on her robe. Not using Kouten is a rather stupid handicap to give oneself. She's also sweating and out of breath but isn't faltering yet. Neither is Gojyo. Sharak glares at him, eyes serious and ready to kill...
Then she sighs and falls down onto the grass with a heavy thud and the faint trace of a smile on her lips.] Yeah, all right.
[She's had enough.]