[She can't afford to really watch what Ashraf's doing. Madara might be only fighting at maybe one one-hundredth his actual ability, but it's enough to keep Rin occupied and falling back. What's worse, now there are voices sounding from behind them, girlish and masculine in symphony.]
Well - how did you get here? I don't - [Madara scores a strike on her, swords clanging off of each other, and closes in. Rin trips over herself backing away. She can't afford to lock with him.] Stop it!
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Well - how did you get here? I don't - [Madara scores a strike on her, swords clanging off of each other, and closes in. Rin trips over herself backing away. She can't afford to lock with him.] Stop it!