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"Huh."
Kimiko was about to examine the spot when she was slapped across the face by herself.
"Mmm. Kuu-chan is playing dirty I see," Kimiko said nonchalantly. "Ehhh, though I figure if she can hear us she's not far. But let's go deal with the Tsubaha situation first."
She didn't even seem to care about the fact that there was a sword coming down on her head. Kimiko carefully sidestepped it, earning a small scrape across her face. It bled a little, but Kimiko didn't flinch. She had been hurt worse thanks to this world, and survived all on her own. In this moment, she could be selfish. However, this was her problem and her problem alone.
"Ko, quit sittin' on your hands. I can handle myself. Literally. Tsubaha and the others are in need of a helping hand or a dozen."
She could dance with this spirit for another moment or two, but the more pressing thing was finishing up other shades.
Ko hesitated, but ultimately ran off towards the group, preparing an attack.
[Roll 85]
Ko split into multiple real clones each nodding to each other. As they covered more ground they took out quite a few with various punches and kicks. The group looked more thinned out, but the one menacing Kimiko was still standing.
"We have to get back to Kimiko! She's facing her own anti-body by herself. I'm not sure she alone could take one out."
Kimiko was about to examine the spot when she was slapped across the face by herself.
"Mmm. Kuu-chan is playing dirty I see," Kimiko said nonchalantly. "Ehhh, though I figure if she can hear us she's not far. But let's go deal with the Tsubaha situation first."
She didn't even seem to care about the fact that there was a sword coming down on her head. Kimiko carefully sidestepped it, earning a small scrape across her face. It bled a little, but Kimiko didn't flinch. She had been hurt worse thanks to this world, and survived all on her own. In this moment, she could be selfish. However, this was her problem and her problem alone.
"Ko, quit sittin' on your hands. I can handle myself. Literally. Tsubaha and the others are in need of a helping hand or a dozen."
She could dance with this spirit for another moment or two, but the more pressing thing was finishing up other shades.
Ko hesitated, but ultimately ran off towards the group, preparing an attack.
[Roll 85]
Ko split into multiple real clones each nodding to each other. As they covered more ground they took out quite a few with various punches and kicks. The group looked more thinned out, but the one menacing Kimiko was still standing.
"We have to get back to Kimiko! She's facing her own anti-body by herself. I'm not sure she alone could take one out."