[Gently Makie sets down the bundle tucked under her arm against a tree-- her shamisen-- and takes enough steps away from it to ensure it's out of harm's way. She would never have thought before now that light could be sharp as a blade-- but with the possibility raised--
She tosses the stick as high into the air as she can, and waits a beat. Two.
The light flashes, a blinding curve through the air. Her first strike is clumsy, but Makie improves with each one, slicing into the thin wood and sending it kicking back up into the air again, until it finally hits the grass in seven separate pieces. She's fast.
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[Gently Makie sets down the bundle tucked under her arm against a tree-- her shamisen-- and takes enough steps away from it to ensure it's out of harm's way. She would never have thought before now that light could be sharp as a blade-- but with the possibility raised--
She tosses the stick as high into the air as she can, and waits a beat. Two.
The light flashes, a blinding curve through the air. Her first strike is clumsy, but Makie improves with each one, slicing into the thin wood and sending it kicking back up into the air again, until it finally hits the grass in seven separate pieces. She's fast.
She also can do better. But it's a start.]