[Or perhaps he hasn't. His final blow breaks through the defenses of her Aura, leaving it falling to pieces around her in a violent burst of energy and light. The cyborg shifts his stance when his foot comes back down. Low and poised, left hand stretched toward her while his right brings his blade back, point aimed at her and ready to deliver the final killing strike.
A strike that doesn't come. Her words echo off the broken streets and are met with an eerie silence and stillness from her opponent. With her fire out the only light besides the broken moon above their heads is the one that comes from him, casting everything in a ghostly green glow.
Finally, he moves, but not to strike. He straightens with an easy, fluid movement and sheathes the short blade across his back, sliding it into place with a light click.]
No. I did not come here to take your life, Yang Xiao Long. [He steps forward and stretches a hand out to her, whirring with the soft sounds of gears and servos.] Forgive me for attacking you. I did not think you would listen to what I have to say otherwise.
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A strike that doesn't come. Her words echo off the broken streets and are met with an eerie silence and stillness from her opponent. With her fire out the only light besides the broken moon above their heads is the one that comes from him, casting everything in a ghostly green glow.
Finally, he moves, but not to strike. He straightens with an easy, fluid movement and sheathes the short blade across his back, sliding it into place with a light click.]
No. I did not come here to take your life, Yang Xiao Long. [He steps forward and stretches a hand out to her, whirring with the soft sounds of gears and servos.] Forgive me for attacking you. I did not think you would listen to what I have to say otherwise.