[It isn't a question. He can see it and he'd felt it when he'd blocked the counter with the flat of the blade. The old instincts are warming up his blood but there's no roar of a crowd. Thank the stars for that.
Shiro backs away and reorients himself. He tosses his blade to his machine arm and swings it. Better. Much better. He's light on his feet and poised. But it's clear this isn't his weapon of choice. He swings it again letting the weight of it become less awkward.]
What's your usual preference on weapons, if you don't mind answering.
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[It isn't a question. He can see it and he'd felt it when he'd blocked the counter with the flat of the blade. The old instincts are warming up his blood but there's no roar of a crowd. Thank the stars for that.
Shiro backs away and reorients himself. He tosses his blade to his machine arm and swings it. Better. Much better. He's light on his feet and poised. But it's clear this isn't his weapon of choice. He swings it again letting the weight of it become less awkward.]
What's your usual preference on weapons, if you don't mind answering.