Just as Kurome froze for a moment, Shura swung his fist again, carrying a fierce gale as it smashed heavily into Kurome's blade.
Kurome felt a tremendous force strike her, forcing her body back a step. Compared to strength... Kurome was better at agility and flexibility. Although the Stigma enhanced her, her original strength had not been great, so a percentage increase did not amount to much.
When Shura followed up with another punch, Kurome seemed to have anticipated it. Her supple body bent, dodging the incoming fist, while a cold glint suddenly burst from her hand. Like a bolt of lightning, it stabbed toward Shura's ribs—where his heart was located!
This was what her teacher had taught her. This move was not actually difficult, but it placed extremely harsh demands on the body: one's flexibility had to be exceptionally good, or it would be very easy to twist one's own waist apart.
Just as Shura was about to be stabbed, a sharp wind blade shot over and struck the edge of Kurome's longsword!
With a crisp clang of metal, blood splattered!
Blocked by the wind blade, Kurome's sharp longsword was deflected slightly and grazed past Shura's ribs, immediately drawing a spray of blood.
Kurome found it somewhat regrettable. If no one had interfered, she would have killed this man. Now, despite the amount of blood, it was only a flesh wound and nothing serious...
She turned to look at the man who had interfered with her... Enshin, was it? Cole had said... his Imperial Arms was Moonlight Beautiful Dance, capable of firing vacuum blades. Its defining trait was that its performance changed according to the moon's age, reaching its strongest state during the full moon.
Shura seemed to have been frightened by that slash, breaking out in a cold