[He flung one of the blue ones off his foot with such force that it was sent flying rather messily into a tree with a satisfyingly wet crunch. That served to give the remaining second thoughts about attacking, if for a brief moment.
Kazama lifted his head, glancing over at the other. He arched a brow, even as he idly flicked his blade to the side, slicing through several of the nuisances on the ground.]
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Kazama lifted his head, glancing over at the other. He arched a brow, even as he idly flicked his blade to the side, slicing through several of the nuisances on the ground.]
Lost. That's as blunt as one can put it.