Oh dear. Jakob watched as the Hoshidan made ideal usage of the since seized tea tray. Once utilized as an impromptu shield, now it served Saizo well as a projectile, launched forth by means of a well-placed kick. His gaze sharpened, Jakob only momentarily focuses upon the flight of the tea tray, twirling aside as to dodge it completely. This, however, does little in preventing the distance between him and Saizo from thinning out evermore.
Their cunning, reflexes, and speed all seemed more or less even. A fact of which ran sour to the likes of Jakob. A fact, and a realization , hat only makes it all the MORE important for Jakob to not yield, and thus deprive Saizo success. Fingers curled and grip tight, Jakob would keep his dagger close to his person. Their distance soon to be non-existent, but not before Jakob moved to counter his adversary.
By this point, there hasn’t been another word spoken by Jakob. Though Saizo had spoken last, it would be within silent acknowledgement that words had run their course. Actions would go on to speak volumes louder, with the LOUDEST prevailing by night’s end.
Another throwing dagger sliding into his grip, he flicks it forth. This time, Jakob does aim for Saizo’s legs—intent to divert his attention even for a split second. It is within the window that he throws this dagger, that Jakob also moves quicker than before. His speed revealed in full, Jakob intends to meet Saizo just short of his thrown dagger, completely contrasting the passive stance he’d taken moments ago. His personal dagger drawn, Jakob swings swift in the attempt to slash his opponent, at last beginning their dance of speed and steel.
The other did not need to reply for Saizo to know his thoughts. The expression Jakob wore said plenty. Chatting during battle was a fool’s tactic regardless. The Fifth saw it as nothing more than a distraction; a gimmick to bait the hot-headed and prideful into committing brash and thoughtless attacks. He would know.
It seemed the Nohrian knew a thing or two about staying on his feet. Damn shame, Saizo had hoped to be rid of him quickly. If this went on for too long the ninja may indeed have to retreat. He would have to test the other’s bladework before reaching that conclusion, however.
Discarding the tray, the Fifth eyed a single dagger thrown this time, its trajectory lower than before. Were Jakob an ally, the change in tactics would warrant a compliment. Pulling himself into a crane-like stance, steel just managed to nick flesh as his leg raised. The butler seemed keen on countering shurikens with blades, so the Fifth threw another before leading himself behind it.
Saizo merely wanted to reduce the distance between them to zero.
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