[Good to know he's not afraid to be on the front line, at least. She shoots him a sidelong glance, trying to read what his next move will be— it's nothing like being back home with her team, where they'd spent time developing the ability to communicate with one another at a moment's notice. Those days are gone, and she'll have to figure out how to work with new teammates as best she can.
The man— or creature— advancing on them doesn't seem interested in standing around and exchanging petty banter, and he lets out a guttural growl as he lunges towards them, blade in hand, swinging wildly. Blake falls back on her reflexes, dropping low and attempting to sweep his legs out from under him with a kick, aiming to at least trip him up.]
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The man— or creature— advancing on them doesn't seem interested in standing around and exchanging petty banter, and he lets out a guttural growl as he lunges towards them, blade in hand, swinging wildly. Blake falls back on her reflexes, dropping low and attempting to sweep his legs out from under him with a kick, aiming to at least trip him up.]
Watch out—!
[As if Yata needs to be told.]