[ She can't think of any time she saw a real katana before. That one's pointed at her now is almost funny for its novelty. Almost, but not quite. The only expression on her face as she turns toward her would-be assailant is the same dour look as always, her lips set in a grim line. ]
I mean it.
[ Her statement is punctuated by the rushing of air and the slap of something, several somethings, against the ground. Four handprints face him in the dirt, dug in deep as if pressed down by heavy hands. ]
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I mean it.
[ Her statement is punctuated by the rushing of air and the slap of something, several somethings, against the ground. Four handprints face him in the dirt, dug in deep as if pressed down by heavy hands. ]