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[X] Not yet. Pin her down on the ground.

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His sword is already in his hands.

Checkmate.

Youmu's eyes widen in horror when she sees his weapon. Vincent smiles widely as he takes a few steps toward her, slow and deliberate. In a split-second, she draws both of her blades and takes a defensive stance. Her eyes narrow as she tries to focus, though they still quiver, betraying her fear.

"W-what are you doing?" she cries out. "D-don't come any closer!"

His smile widens as he disregards her words. He takes one more step closer. Then, two. Suddenly, the half-ghost rushes toward him. She moves with amazing speed, and he can't help but be amused at her agile, yet careless movements. Even at this point, she is still trying hard. But it isn't enough.

Too slow.

Vincent easily sidesteps her attack, her blade missing his neck by only a few inches. He blocks the follow-up slash of her short sword with his own weapon easily. Then, he grabs her wrist and twists it hard. The half-ghost's face contorts in pain as she is forced to let go of her primary weapon. In the next moment, he knocks away the smaller blade with his own sword.

"H-how -"

Youmu's eyes widen in surprise as she realizes that she has been disarmed. Then, with her weapons still flying in the air, he quickly slams his palm on her shoulder. In a split-second, she forces her down on the ground with his weight and holds the sword at her neck.

Both of her weapons land on the wooden floor. The sound echoes along the halls.

The half-ghost looks up at him in shock. Her damp azure eyes shine like precious jewels, and her delicate lips quiver slightly in anticipation. Her cheeks are bright red from shame and surprise. Her short silver hair glimmers in the light of the sunset. Her clothes and hair lay disheveled, somehow undone in the commotion.

Such a prize can't be broken too quickly.

[ ] Punish her.
[ ] Torment her.
[ ] Abuse her.
[ ] Devour her.
[ ] Ravage her.
[ ] Plunder her.