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- Heihachi had no words. He saw the sword, he roared, and he did his best to right himself, returning to his stance with a pained wavering to his head and torso. His core had been affected, his claws clipped. It was all but over now. Baiken sighed, sheathed her sword, and readied for her final blow.
- It happened so fast, Heihachi couldn't see it coming. One instant Baiken was before him, then a gentle swish of wind passed by him, carrying the scents of sakura petals and sake. Behind him, Baiken held her sword aloft, the tip hovering above the mouth of her sheath. She'd drawn it so fast she was barely aware of her own movement, and now it was over.
- > "King of Iron Fist"
- > Titles are weaponized words
- > Yours, too dulled to cut
- Baiken sheathed the blade, and Heihachi felt his chest open from the center going out in either direction, until blood exploded outward like a geyser. The strength left his legs, and he crumpled to his knees, then to the ground before him, rapidly soaking the yellow sand a deep, dark crimson. The light left his eyes and his mouth worked silently, rasping out his dying words for nobody to hear. Just like a peasant.
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- FreestyleKneepad, Sign Ups (Baiken)
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