[Bomby]

OoC: Sorry it took so long, had a paper to write on Shakespeare's Richard III and had to study for a Chinese test, didn't have time to write out a big long post.

Yuki, to put it as simply as possible, was exhausted. Even if she were to survive, her body was so mutilated it would take months - no, years - for her to ever look semi-normal again. Even then, there would be permanant damage. She had not been prepared for her enemy's magic - something she had never come against in her entire life - and her swordplay was the only advantage she seemed to have over Galefore, and the only root her confidence had to grow from.

But that confidence was enough to keep her moving. Her brain was so tired that it did not seem strange at all that Galefore's weapons were floating in front of him, midair. He almost looked like he could fall over... but she couldn't be too sure of weather or not it was just her overtired brain making his legs seem wobbly.

She shook her head, hoping her scattered brain would somehow manage to mush itself back into shape. She took a deep breath and pointed her katana forward, preparing once again to dive head first into the violent forays that had gotten her into this dire state. Slowly, she exhaled, with her breath exiting into the cold air looking like a cloud of smoke, calmly rising. Once again, she charged forward.

Every movement she made felt like a drunken one. She had to concentrate like meditation just to keep moving toward Galefore. That "must-kill" mindstate was the only thing that kept her moving. No time to ponder why she was battling this man in the first place or what he had done before hand; any slip into rationality could prove to be fatal.

With all her might, she swung her sword at her opponent, seemingly throwing her whole body into the lethargic-yet-powerful attack. The fact that she was barely able to move her severely broken arm made the swing very awkward. Galefore, who had been waiting for nearly half-a-minute for her who attack, was as prepared as ever to block. Switching her energy to his other side, which was smarter idea when she hadn't already drained most of it, was like hell. She noticed she was moving much slower than she had been moving earlier. She was even grunting while she was attacking, while she usually remained dead silent.

Yuki put all the weight of her small body into the second swing. It managed to pick up the speed of one of her earlier swings by the time it crashed into Galefore's spear - so much speed, in act, that it knocked over not only him, who was hit hard in the chest with the spear that had been floating in front ot him, but herself, also.

She landed flat on her stomach, thankfully not landing on her katana at all, though her parasol was jabbing into her stomach. Yuki took a small bite out of the snow, which despite its bright red color was still nothing more than frozen water. It tasted so refreshing, and restored a bit of the energy she desperately needed. Noticing that Galefore had momentarily took her eyes off her actions, she clenched a small clump of the bright red snow as she and her opponent stood themselves up, rolling it into a ball.

A split second later, as soon Galefore's eyes returned to watching her movements, they were met with a snowball to the eye. Now's my chance, Yuki thought to herself, charging at him, aiming her katana directly at his Adam's apple.

But upon reaching Galefore, the sword did not cut into his throat as she had planned. The sword instead cut into his mouth from underneath the jaw. What had caused her to throw her sword upward like this?

Yuki looked down. Galefore's own sword had managed to find its way into her abdomen, just barely missing the stomach and intestines on it's journey halfway into her body. She retracted her sword and stumbled backwards, bleeding profusely.

Her eyes searched the ground frantically for the kimono she had shed minutes earlier, which was now likely covered in snow. By the time she saw it poking out from under a pile, her thin undershirt was already completely soaked in blood. She limpingly ran to it and tore a long enough strip of cloth to wrap around her waist to stop the bleeding. But as she tied it to herself, Galefore had enough time to approach her from behind and knock her down face flat onto the ground with the blunt end of his spear shaft. Her katana flew from her hand.

Yuki rolled from her stomach onto her back. He looked almost ten feet tall from the ground as he pointed his sword down at her. She struggled to stand up as her opponent was about to finish her off. Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that her parasol, which she had dropped to fling the snow into his eyes. At the last second possible, she grabbed it and opened it, blocking Galefore's downward thrust that would have killed her.

She stood up as she closed her parasol, swinging it with her left arm to block attacks from a seemingly rejuvinated Galefore. Perhaps her attack toward his jaw gave him a rush of adrenaline, as the giant gash in the stomach had given to her. Her severely injured right arm kept clumsily searching the ground for her katana.