The blades continue to spark against each other but the creature's other arm suddenly twists, contorting in ways that would break the bones of a flesh and blood arm and is suddenly snaking towards Musashi from below. She's forced to disengage and jump backwards, not wanting the machine to get a hand on her, but she's not quite fast enough to avoid its fingers brushing against the sleeve of her kimono...
As she jumps back she glances down and sees the fabric blackening and begin to fall away in pieces where it made contact. "Ahaha, I see! So, your touch is corrosive, is it it?" The slightest touch could cause rot and decay, and it can move its body in unexpected ways. She has to keep her distance and keep it distracted and away from Lucy-chan?
This fight just gets better and better, honestly.
She charges back in again, and so does the creature, collapsing downwards with a crunching sound so it can skitter forward in almost crab-like fashion on both its legs and free hand. The sword it keeps up and its arm twists wildly, ready to meet her blades. Musashi meets it with a wide, powerful spinning blow, hoping to knock the sword aside with sheer strength and leave it open for a coup-de-grace.
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The blades continue to spark against each other but the creature's other arm suddenly twists, contorting in ways that would break the bones of a flesh and blood arm and is suddenly snaking towards Musashi from below. She's forced to disengage and jump backwards, not wanting the machine to get a hand on her, but she's not quite fast enough to avoid its fingers brushing against the sleeve of her kimono...
As she jumps back she glances down and sees the fabric blackening and begin to fall away in pieces where it made contact. "Ahaha, I see! So, your touch is corrosive, is it it?" The slightest touch could cause rot and decay, and it can move its body in unexpected ways. She has to keep her distance and keep it distracted and away from Lucy-chan?
This fight just gets better and better, honestly.
She charges back in again, and so does the creature, collapsing downwards with a crunching sound so it can skitter forward in almost crab-like fashion on both its legs and free hand. The sword it keeps up and its arm twists wildly, ready to meet her blades. Musashi meets it with a wide, powerful spinning blow, hoping to knock the sword aside with sheer strength and leave it open for a coup-de-grace.