[Hakkai feels the name take root in him and pull. For an instant, he finds himself resisting, afraid of the thought of giving up his own autonomy to her, but the urgency of battle overcomes that fear.
His human form vanishes into a swirl of smoke, and materializes again as a long, curved sword in her outstretched hand.]
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His human form vanishes into a swirl of smoke, and materializes again as a long, curved sword in her outstretched hand.]
Ah, that's better. Shall we?