[ It's a few steps distance that Sasuke's put between them while Gladio catches his breath and regains his stance, chokuto spinning in a lazy arc while he waits and shakes out tense muscles. Perhaps he should've stretched before this... Gladio's hits were strong enough to make steel sing, after all, and he can still feel them reverberating in his bones. ]
Didn't I tell you before? Exhaust yourself. However many rounds that takes. [ With the implication there being that Gladio will reach his limit before Sasuke will. Only time will tell.
He waits far too long to raise his sword to block another fast hit, however, still quietly noting how quickly Gladio can really move despite his size and the power behind his strikes. Just like before it's enough to test his balance... but this time thick steel truly overpowers thin, with the focal point of that blow actually cracking a blade that refuses to dent. It weakens Sasuke's grasp, fingers sliding on the hilt as eyes widen at the first realization of what's about to happen.
That chokuto flies out of his hand and the momentum of Gladio's swing is one he doesn't move away from quickly enough, one ankle pressed into dirt to force him back only enough to keep a sharp broadsword from cleaving him in two -- instead it slices through the front of his midsection, red staining his torso almost instantaneously. ]
Fuck-- [ The curse escapes with a rattle of an exhale as Sasuke drops to one knee, blood splattering dirt and debris even as his arm wraps around his midsection. ]
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Didn't I tell you before? Exhaust yourself. However many rounds that takes. [ With the implication there being that Gladio will reach his limit before Sasuke will. Only time will tell.
He waits far too long to raise his sword to block another fast hit, however, still quietly noting how quickly Gladio can really move despite his size and the power behind his strikes. Just like before it's enough to test his balance... but this time thick steel truly overpowers thin, with the focal point of that blow actually cracking a blade that refuses to dent. It weakens Sasuke's grasp, fingers sliding on the hilt as eyes widen at the first realization of what's about to happen.
That chokuto flies out of his hand and the momentum of Gladio's swing is one he doesn't move away from quickly enough, one ankle pressed into dirt to force him back only enough to keep a sharp broadsword from cleaving him in two -- instead it slices through the front of his midsection, red staining his torso almost instantaneously. ]
Fuck-- [ The curse escapes with a rattle of an exhale as Sasuke drops to one knee, blood splattering dirt and debris even as his arm wraps around his midsection. ]