[center][h1]Nakajima Ageha[/h1][/center]

[b]"Guh!"[/b] Ageha let loose a pained grunt as the Hollow managed to hit her with a cross-counter the second she made impact with its mask. The punch sent her flying into a nearby shipping container, her body cratering into it. 

She grit her teeth, forcing herself up to a battle stance through the pain of her now-bruised ribs. This was nothing. Pain wouldn't stop her. A quick glance at the Hollow revealed the obvious: it was dying. At the very least, her opening strike would kill it [i]eventually[/i]. The operative question was just how much damage could it do before the mask crumbled in full. 

Ageha had the option to just do nothing. Let it expire. It wasn't as if she gave a half a damn about living souls. Their time came eventually, whether it be thirty years or ninety. What was a quicker death? Jingoro had gotten himself stuck in with a pack of Hollows, and that looked to be a more pertinent situation to handle. Or at least it would have been if one of their minders hadn't decided to bail him out. Pah. She'd leave the glutton to it, then. 

A Shunpo took her up into the air, atop the crane the Hollow was so desperately trying to climb before it died. 

[b]"Hagane Owaru."[/b] Ageha intoned, her left hand seemingly pulling a brace of throwing knives from Tetsu Moya's blade, the dadao splitting apart into a smaller, one-handed blade in her right. She hurled the knives in her left hand down towards the Hollow, aiming to cripple it at the shoulders before she plunged downwards once more, aiming to properly slam her sword into what remained of its mask. There would be no counterattack for it this time.