Tsumi flowed gracefully from stance to stance, and Riku moved to meet her. Her play was instinctive, breathtaking, a dance learned from birth. Her blade hissed and sang, a bright blur in the sunlight. Although Riku often felt clumsy in opposition, he found he could anticipate her moves fairly well. It was a deadly dance pas de deux in which the dancers never embraced, yet each was exquisitely attuned to their partner's every move. |
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