Fuyuki gave a triumphant shout as his sword met its target. The edge of his opponent's wingblades pricked him slightly, but he shook it off and readied his next attack. Perhaps he actually had a chance of doing well in this tournament! He could tell she was very weakened, though it was obvious she wasn't going down without a final strike. He nodded to her with a competitive smile and dashed forward, his sword outstretched. With luck, she'd hit the sword before her knife found its way to his stomach.
(35) Level up!
(Normal attack~)