[ At this point, she's too caught up in the momentum of the fight to think very hard about the strangeness - and it feels right. Like remembering the lyrics to a favorite song, like thinking about a nostalgic food.
Marina dodges away, footwork shifting, and knocks at his sword, waiting for an opening to hit him in the shoulder as well. ]
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Marina dodges away, footwork shifting, and knocks at his sword, waiting for an opening to hit him in the shoulder as well. ]