to dance is to live

Akira-sama had done as he set out to do.

It was to distract the woman so Sayuri could go in for the proverbial kill. She rushed in, taking advantage of the situation as she neared. A sharp swat with her blade against the stomach was attempted. The slice was shallow at best, and she held herself back by refusing to draw a deep wound. If it connected, the center of the stomach would feel a slight pressure. It was clear the koi woman knew how to wield her sword to the best of her ability.

With Ngur reared, Akira tried to cling and flailed desperately. He slipped from the woman's back and landed on the earth, scrambling to get out of the way of his lady's attack. Sayuri had stepped closer to properly swing, and she would raise her blade if Ngur actually crashed down on her. The intention was to make the other recoil and step back, flailing herself. Akira scuttered around the fight, waiting for a clear opening again. He would try to see if he could nibble an ankle or something.

"Speech"