[ He fights with ice, she notes. Although having been denied the opportunity to research her opponent beforehand, Pyrrha is observant now. She’s studying the fluidity of his strikes, where his limbs are placed, searching for traces or flecks of metal in his equipment - all while refuting his strikes. Every one of her strikes and parries are graceful; to some, they could easily be confused for perfect. Pyrrha knows better, however. She’s constantly gauging her own performance, successes and fumbles alike.
Miló catches the daggers and a push is all that’s needed to send Kuai’s arms back. She presses the attack almost immediately. Moving like a whirlwind, in half a dance, she's pointedly denying him the opportunity to regroup. ]
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Miló catches the daggers and a push is all that’s needed to send Kuai’s arms back. She presses the attack almost immediately. Moving like a whirlwind, in half a dance, she's pointedly denying him the opportunity to regroup. ]