Tales of Okuri Tale 2 of 7 Beauty and the Beasts

She predicted she wouldn’t be able to cut through Kiba’s legs. This was because she thought his bones would be too thick to easily cut (and indeed they were). The actual reason she couldn’t cut through his legs is because they wouldn’t stay still. He jumped, folding his legs safely out of harms way, and swung his sword down. Inuko, panicking, raised her blade to block it. His weight aided him in this attack, making it very difficult for her to keep the sharp edge from cutting her forehead. And this was from the guy who said he didn’t want to fight her!

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Suddenly, Kiba pushed away and landed in a tree. Judging by the way he clung to the trunk with only his feet touching, she knew he had formal training in controlling his chakra. She wouldn’t be surprised if he could walk on water as well. Like that skill would do any good in this part of the world where the sea was the only body of water deep enough to drown in. Well, the only one not frozen over. Crouching sideways, Kiba seemed to be contemplating what to do next. Inuko wondered to herself, if this is what he’ll do to someone he doesn’t want to fight, what would he do to someone who pisses him off?

Kiba began to laugh. This was a rare opportunity to fight with a comparable opponent….without getting his ass kicked by Okuri. Fighting Inuko could prove-he spun the sword around on the palm of his hand-challenging as much as amusing. He’d probably come away the victor, but if she won-if she won! What a fight that would be-he could just explain that the fight was nothing more than a game to him. Hopefully she would understand when he explained to her, regardless of whether he won or lost….

“You know, I’ll take that back…..now I definitely want to fight you!”

Kiba leapt forward, swinging his sword so that it would come down on Inuko’s left shoulder. She adjusted her sword angle to block, and pushed back. Kiba landed, and thrust forward, only to have his attack parried. The battle became wild quickly, with each combatant constantly switching between offense and defense: A wide swing clashed with a high block. A downward chop greeted a rising defense. A quick thrust countered with a twirling dodge. Occasionally, two offenses would cancel each other out: A rising crescent cut met a straight falling cut.