[ And so they have their weapons. Ookurikara stares at it for a moment, frowning in faint confusion, but he watches Dick, and mimics his movements. It roars to life just in time for Dick to lunge at him, and Ookurikara throws himself to the side to avoid the initial attack.
It's heavier than he's used to. He doesn't have a choice but hold it in both hands, and so he does, holding it before him like he would his own sword. It's heavier, but h can still adapt. He can make this work. He has to.
So he throws himself back into the fight, paying no mind to his injuries. He'll deal with those later; what matters now is that he has to live. Decapitation would be the quickest way to end this, and, as he looks at the blade, probably the least painful. For the neck, then. ]
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It's heavier than he's used to. He doesn't have a choice but hold it in both hands, and so he does, holding it before him like he would his own sword. It's heavier, but h can still adapt. He can make this work. He has to.
So he throws himself back into the fight, paying no mind to his injuries. He'll deal with those later; what matters now is that he has to live. Decapitation would be the quickest way to end this, and, as he looks at the blade, probably the least painful. For the neck, then. ]