[He'd granted him the one blow, but Gojyo should have stuck to cheap shots. Saul's vaguely mad smile had given way to a more focused, predatory expression, searching for and sensing any weakness and opening. Brief though it was, the fight had pulled on already strained muscles, brought fresh blood from wounds that had barely scabbed over, and his body was starting to tell him as much. He could afford no mistakes. So Gojyo could guide the weapon... make it disappear then recall it.. he'd fought more Guardians with such powers than he could recall.
He didn't dodge, but launched himself straight from his crouch and into a run, ignored the weapon and went for the wielder. His steps were wide, going in a dashing zigzag, hard to follow. The hook was grasped tight in his good hand and facing ahead like a dagger, as though aiming for Gojyo's stomach.
At the last moment, the stab became a high diagonal slash, up towards the jugular as he aimed his charge past Gojyo, keeping a precarious balance with one good leg and turning in the run to never show his back even for a moment. Difficult, when wounded. A challenge. He had not yet stopped enjoying himself.]
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Date: 2009-06-19 09:38 pm (UTC)He didn't dodge, but launched himself straight from his crouch and into a run, ignored the weapon and went for the wielder. His steps were wide, going in a dashing zigzag, hard to follow. The hook was grasped tight in his good hand and facing ahead like a dagger, as though aiming for Gojyo's stomach.
At the last moment, the stab became a high diagonal slash, up towards the jugular as he aimed his charge past Gojyo, keeping a precarious balance with one good leg and turning in the run to never show his back even for a moment. Difficult, when wounded. A challenge. He had not yet stopped enjoying himself.]