Blood spurted out of Musashi's wound Musashi's eyes couldn't be seen, but as the marine was trying to grab her neck... his chin flattened and his neck snapped back. Musashi kicked him in the jaw, the Marine forgot one thing... adrenaline, unlike the Marine, Musashi let the flow of adrenaline rush though her body. Musashi barely even felt the attack, much less affected by it, giving her more than enough time to react. The swordswoman grabbed the Marine by the neck and then threw him into the wall.
"What the Hell do you think you're doing?"
Musashi looked up there was no excitement, nor anger in her eyes, she simply looked Disappointed.
"A swordsman, doesn't care who or what the other swordsman is. Man, woman, even children... If they're a swordsman, you fight. All that matters between two swordsmen are resolve and strength! There is nothing else you should be focused on! All you should do is give everything you have into the fight! That's what separate someone who uses the sword and a true swordsman!"
Musashi sheathed her swords. She was done, she didn't really care.
"I'm done here, I've got no time to spend on a fake. Go hide in a hole or die, I don't care which."
"What the Hell do you think you're doing?"
Musashi looked up there was no excitement, nor anger in her eyes, she simply looked Disappointed.
"A swordsman, doesn't care who or what the other swordsman is. Man, woman, even children... If they're a swordsman, you fight. All that matters between two swordsmen are resolve and strength! There is nothing else you should be focused on! All you should do is give everything you have into the fight! That's what separate someone who uses the sword and a true swordsman!"
Musashi sheathed her swords. She was done, she didn't really care.
"I'm done here, I've got no time to spend on a fake. Go hide in a hole or die, I don't care which."