[His hand grabs the blade and it bites into the flesh of his palm, the pure momentum behind his swing enough to send flecks of blood spattering over her nice white fuku. It stops his arm, but he doesn't appear to feel the pain at all even when it strikes bone. With a snarl, his fingers close around the blade and he wrenches his arm back with a sickening crack as something inside breaks under the strain of his own movements.]
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