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Rumi spins away, landing in a crouch then darting forward under Mira's guard. Mira's Gok-Do spins, forcing Rumi to roll away. She strikes again and again, trying to wear Mira down, all while avoiding a rain of Shinkal from Zoey.
Mira thrusts towards Rumi then slashes, but then Rumi is in her face and Mira is on her knees, point of Rumi's Saingeom at her throat.
Smirking, Rumi taps the weapon under Mira's chin, forcing her to her feet, "Gotcha."
"Guess you did."
"Gotcha," Zoey murmurs, the edge of a Shinkal against Rumi's throat.
Rumi laughs, "I guess you did."