Senhime could feel an eager presence within the blade at her side, as if the sword would leap out of it's sheath just to taste blood. Still, even as Sho readied a spirit-like dagger with a length of rope, she did not draw it. Still, her fingers twitched a bit as they readied a slip of paper, as if they had a mind of their own to draw<i>Onikiri</i>. Such a weapon was best saved for a more decisive blow. Senhime's training and skill was a curse as well - she was all too aware of how sensitive she was to the corrupting and mind-twisting energies of yokai, and this weapon certainly was exhibiting similar tendencies.<br/><br/>Senhime held a paper tag in each hand, with a few more splayed between her fingers. Sho's attack exhibited a degree of skill beyond what she had attributed to him, but that was only to be expected. An attack such as this, from multiple angles, would normally be repelled with a more defensive weapon such as tonfa or iron fan - barrier spells would have to serve a similar function. Her eyes judged the length of the rope, the speed at which the tanto approached...and stepped forward. Senhime's hand shot up to block the first jab before it could reach it's full extension and strength, a fan-shaped gold barrier enveloping her hands at the moment of impact. Such a defensive maneuver was risky, but her skills would hopefully be up to the task. She methodically advanced a few inches at a time as she blocked Sho's assault, looking for any openings, her eyes probing his combat style, his patterns, gathering a plethora of information through a scan few exchanges. Her fingers quickly switched to a new pair of barrier tags as her first burned up, and she kept an anti-spirit slip between her ring and pinky fingers.<br/><br/>Once the distance between them had grown a bit shorter, Senhime flung her weaponized tag at him, a paper amulet inscribed with a anti-spirit spell. She knew something of that level would likely not injure Sho, but the full extent of his abilities was something she needed to discern. Intelligence and information were the keys to winning battles, regardless of how skilled one was. Going on the offensive meant sacrificing her full defense however, and the ghostly dagger tore through her kimono, ruining the silk. It wasn't a deep cut, it only ripped at the shoulder, and could be easily patched, but it had been a gift from Yukinojo, and Senhime felt a twinge of annoyance all the same. Over a piece of clothing? Strange. At her side, the blade rattled in it's sheath.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><div class="bbMediaWrapper">
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