[ “Don’t disappoint.” Who does this guy think he is? (Thinks Luka, who but a bell or two earlier had told Sephiroth not to hold him back if he was going to insist on being dead weight.) The miqo’te scoffs, as if to say I won’t, and creeps up to peer around their cover.
As indicated by the marks in the sand, there are about five or so Anala milling about. All told, they tower over Luka by a good couple of fulms, and they don’t seem to have noticed him or Sephiroth yet. Luka takes a moment to consider their odds – five on two is certainly not the worst position he’s been in. Given the lazy sort of way that the Anala slither about the beach, he’d bet they weren’t creatures built for speed, either.
Well, nothing for it, then, but to dive right in. Luka eases his blade free from its sheath, the red-tinted metal catching a flash of sunlight as he readies himself.
And then Luka is off like a shot, springing forward in a spray of sand and propelled at the closest Anala as if on rails. He’s on the creature in a blink, swinging his katana in an upward arc across the Anala’s back. The blade cuts deep, but not deep enough to incapacitate it. With a guttural and pained hiss, it turns, blindly swinging its molten sword, but Luka is already dancing around the thing. ]
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As indicated by the marks in the sand, there are about five or so Anala milling about. All told, they tower over Luka by a good couple of fulms, and they don’t seem to have noticed him or Sephiroth yet. Luka takes a moment to consider their odds – five on two is certainly not the worst position he’s been in. Given the lazy sort of way that the Anala slither about the beach, he’d bet they weren’t creatures built for speed, either.
Well, nothing for it, then, but to dive right in. Luka eases his blade free from its sheath, the red-tinted metal catching a flash of sunlight as he readies himself.
And then Luka is off like a shot, springing forward in a spray of sand and propelled at the closest Anala as if on rails. He’s on the creature in a blink, swinging his katana in an upward arc across the Anala’s back. The blade cuts deep, but not deep enough to incapacitate it. With a guttural and pained hiss, it turns, blindly swinging its molten sword, but Luka is already dancing around the thing. ]