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SAINTS (1x1 w/DarkMukip)

“Are you not satisfied with her?” She asked, a soft frown on her face. “She is rather inexperienced.”
 
Jin had no real right to know, but she still wanted to know. “I suppose it’s not.” She didn’t want to leave Kojurou just yet, she wanted to see more of him, hear his voice more.
 
“I… Cannot.” She responded- the thought of never again seeing Kojurou bringing her great anxiety.
 
Jin watched him draw his blade, and she was overcome with a sense of deja vu- she was certain she had seen that weapon hundreds of times. She didn’t draw her weapon strapped to her back under her heavy cloak, but shifted how she stood in preparation for an attack.
 
Her answer came from her Kagune emerging from her shoulder, wrapping around her arm tightly and ending in a thin sharp point that extended past her wrist.
 
He picked up his movements, and soon Jin could see his blade start to spark and shimmer. Did it have an electric attachment somewhere? A sort of tazer?
 
Jin scowled at the sight of the electricity sparking off the weapon, if he used it on her would she be able to withstand it?
 
Jin kept up with his speed easily, but when she brought her kagune up to block the next attack she felt the full strength of the electrical powers the blade possessed. Her entire body went rigid, the current traveling through her Kagune and into her body. She smelled ozone, bright lights sparking behind her eyes, and her jaw clenching painfully; she hadn’t expected for the current to be so strong, or for it to move through her Kagune so effectively.
 
Kojurou took the opportunity to rush forward, grabbing her head and her mask with it, and throwing her as hard as he possibly could into the wall behind him.
 
Jin slammed hard into the wall, a small grunt escaping her as the wall cracked behind her. She didn’t stay immobilized for long though, staggering upright as she pulled her quinque from her back.
 
He scowled gently and watched her, wanting her to make the first move. He was getting a good feel for her attack pattern now, and he felt confident he could overpower her soon.
 
The short staff in her hand extended and a blade protruded from the end to form a scythe- a nasty weapon that extended her reach and kept enemies away. Jin didn’t want to have to use force, but doubted he would let her leave so easily now.
Rushing forward, she gripped the scythe tightly with both hands- she would only need to rough Kojurou up a bit to be able to escape.
 
Jin shifted her weight forward, moving her weapon like she was getting ready to attack, but when she took a step she used it to flee instead, vanishing up onto the rooftops in the blink of an eye.
 
Kojurou scowled gently. Logically, he should just let her run. But he was tired of her following him around. So, adjusting his blade in his hand, he gave chase.
 
For a moment it seemed as though she had already escaped, using the rooftops to slip away, but it wasn’t long until he saw her back on the street again. She stuck to the shadows, weapons put away as she moved down the street, not yet noticing Kojurou.

Amaya knocked softly on Matsunaga’s office door, waiting for his answer before doing anything.
 
Kojurou caught up to her quick enough, rushing up on her and swinging his katana hard, sparks dancing along the blade.

"Ah, Amaya. Enter." Matsunaga called from beyond the door.
 
Jin heard the crackle of his blade and turned, but had no time to try and block the strike. The only thing she managed to do was take a step back to try and make the blow more shallow, but Kojurou still felt the blade cut deep.
She staggered back, blood splattering the ground at her feet, clutching at her face. Her mask had been cut clean in two, splitting and falling from her head, revealing a familiar face split with a deep wound running between her eyes. His attack cut to the bone, but before Kojurou’s very eyes it started to close itself up, a red and black eye paired with the familiar gold.

Amaya entered the room, dressed in the standard issued attire for their squadron, long hair braided and wrapped around her head to keep it out of the way, sporting a fresh black eye. None of the other team members had been accepting to Amaya being allowed to return after defecting, but none went against Matsunaga, instead turning their anger on her. “You called for me, Captain.”
 
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