[ He cuts a neat figure through the air and strikes Pyrrha soundly, causing her to crumble. Just a bit, though. She recoups quick, digging her heels into the dirt and throwing herself back into the fray without a second thought. It was a good hit, but it didn't compromise her own Aura. It merely lowered it a fraction, expending it as a shield to keep too much damage from being done. So far, Neptune as an opponent isn't a let down.
[Well, that he doesn't expect. Maybe from Sun, but not from Pyrrha— as surprises go, however, it presents an interesting challenge. He can't deflect her head with his weapon, but he can use his own Aura to soften the blow, and does exactly that as she plows into him, stumbling backwards but managing to keep his balance well enough to stay upright.
He laughs, breathless, and uses his guandao to vault himself backwards and gain distance before pulling it into an upwards arc, leaving a searing, electric-blue crescent of energy in its wake as he moves to strike, letting its long reach work in his favor.]
[ Hey, Sun is a great fighter! It makes sense she would borrow from him.
His strike is rather telegraphed, although she can admire the fluidness in his movements. Pyrrha crouches down just so, pulling Metempsyche back into its shortsword formation and bracing it against her shield to withstand the oncoming blow.
Hidden behind her shield, Pyrrha spreads her fingers. A quick and deft magnetic pulse is all she needs to extend Neptune's momentum just so. His weapon should swing back a little harder than it really ought to, forcing him to scramble.
Now, if only she knew what else on his person was metal! ]
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Impulsively, she goes for a headbutt. ]
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He laughs, breathless, and uses his guandao to vault himself backwards and gain distance before pulling it into an upwards arc, leaving a searing, electric-blue crescent of energy in its wake as he moves to strike, letting its long reach work in his favor.]
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His strike is rather telegraphed, although she can admire the fluidness in his movements. Pyrrha crouches down just so, pulling Metempsyche back into its shortsword formation and bracing it against her shield to withstand the oncoming blow.
Hidden behind her shield, Pyrrha spreads her fingers. A quick and deft magnetic pulse is all she needs to extend Neptune's momentum just so. His weapon should swing back a little harder than it really ought to, forcing him to scramble.
Now, if only she knew what else on his person was metal! ]