[Ashura flowed easily into the 'battle sense'. It was like his eyes opened wider, saw more, his ears picking up the shift of feet and clothing, his muscles reacting almost on instinct rather than him actively thinking about to create blocks and thrusts.
But then, Ashura had been spending over two centuries at war having to hone this skill to survive. His lack of it had nearly cost him his life in his younger years, and he bore two scars as permanent reminder of that.
The way he fought was like a dance, his feet moving him in parries and thrusts, moving in smooth, elegant patterns that did not waste movement as he cracked his sword to Touma's again and again, his long black hair swirling behind him like a shadow afterimage of his body as he lunged and ducked.][ooc: hey, i'll be gone for two weeks starting tomorrow, so I won't be able to tag! If you're still up for it when I get back we can finish this out :) I know I'd like to, but just saying that's why there won't be one for awhile]</sub>