-Sharp goes at Andy, swinging the cutlass, but swinging wide, counting on Andy over-extending herself to parry it needlessly-
- If when she does so, it flips itself 90 degrees, catching her neck between its shins and hurling her a distance off, spinning-
-It flies at her again, going for a few experimental slashes, before a stab towards the gut-
Ahaha, hell yeah mate, kick that blob's arse!
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Discarding its sword, it gets Andy by the scruff around its collar and headbutts her-
Bammo!
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?(nods, smiling)
Muramasa Sengo. A pleasure. Now, if you'll excuse me...
(turns back to her forge and gets back to work)
(well, Sam, that would be a good guess... were it not for the fact Muramasa's forge looks kinda hodgepodgeish and has nothing mystical about it)
(like, most of it is a metal drum with coal in it)
(doesn't look like a "Devil's Forge" at all...)
g'night
-If it weren't for the vacuum of space, it would have make a squeaky noise-
-Sharp rubs its booped snoot, looking bewildered-
-Then it backs off, its posture relaxing again-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-It takes her hand, tracking a finger across the underside of her forearm, to its own forearm-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-It releases her hand-
-Floating back, giving her space-
-Then it crosses its legs, sitting contentedly in space-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Whaaat? Lame! They were gonna slug it out to hell and back and then just stopped? What, did one of them say "Martha"?
-Sharp shuts its eyes, appearing to meditate, not seeming to mind Andy dissipating back into a cloud-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

"I can handle precision."