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You breathe in and you breathe out, fighting is an awful lot like breathing.
It has to flow, it can't be stilted, it has to have a force behind it and you can't stop once you've started.
Muscles need to tense before strength is poured into whatever hit you're taking. Actions are primal, sometimes they make sense and sometimes they don't. More often than not, you're fighting for your survival. Leg has to lift after a punch is thrown, one move followed by another, it has to be fluid.
Weapons flash as they're turned in hands that grip them with a strength not recognised by many and unknown by a vast majority more. Sun catches the glint of silver as body follows the rules; it turns and brings the weapons after it until the tips are both driving forward to kill an invisible opponent. Mind dictates and action is taken as the dark haired Slayer wields both her blades and her body like weapons.
Defend yourself, bring your arms up, never let them through. Retaliate when you have room to do so, never attack without knowing your next move and if you have to, attack and fight to your last breath.
Drive, determination and dedication, the three Ds of any good Slayer.
It's not just about you, it's not just about keeping yourself alive, it's about keeping everyone else alive. Ignorance is bliss; lack of knowledge provides most of humanity with a safety net that you're not lucky enough to have.
You know what you are and you know what lives in shadows and you know it's up to you and a few select others to keep those imposing forces back and keep the world as you know it, safe and very much alive.
You need to be ready, never see what you do as a part time job, it's so much more than that. It's your life, your very soul and quite possibly, your only true path.
Move back, put distance between you and them, never let them surround you. Lash out, use your anger to help you, use your knowledge and teach them a lesson. Try as hard as they might, they won't ever hold the world to ransom because there are people like you out there, fighting the good fight and keeping humanity alive.
Sharp exhalations of breath echo after forceful jabs and sharp precise kicks, aggression is vital. You need to be willing to hurt and even kill.
No time for regrets, no time for anything beyond the moment of the kill.
Brutal stab is soon delivered into the sand beneath her covered feet, one droplet of sweat falls from nose to touch the ground to the side of the blade, enemy killed and a breath taken until turning back into the battle playing out in her mind.
Preparation is key.
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