[His ears twitched feeling the shift in the breeze and he twisted his body to catch Rukia's blade seconds before it dug into his side, close to the hilt. The blade bit into his palm drawing blood, but D didn't flinch. His facial features stay firm, not wanting to show her his surprise. That move would be dangerous indeed against an enemy.
Gripping the blade, he forced Rukia forward and jammed his pommel into her diaphragm. Then he pushed her backwards, letting go of the sword before it ripped fingers off. D skidded backwards, blood dripping from his palm. Without a second glance, he flicked the excess blood to the ground and prepared for her next move.
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Gripping the blade, he forced Rukia forward and jammed his pommel into her diaphragm. Then he pushed her backwards, letting go of the sword before it ripped fingers off. D skidded backwards, blood dripping from his palm. Without a second glance, he flicked the excess blood to the ground and prepared for her next move.
This was getting dangerous. And exciting.]