>Best not take any chances yet, then.
>Sidestep to the left and swing our saber low to parry her strike.
>You pull your sword back to deflect her stab, but the overhead arc of your attack against Fuuka leaves you poorly positioned to parry such a sudden thrust from below. Though hemmed in against the wall by her assault, you try to scramble left, twisting your torso aside and pushing fiercely off the ground. Perhaps that was a mistake in judgement. As you suddenly bear weight upon your injured leg, a stabbing pain seizes it and you falter just a little.
>You see the tip of the wakizashi disappear inside you almost before you feel anything. The smooth wet sound of its entry ends abruptly in a dull scraping noise and you feel a curious reverberation in your side. Your body clenches hard against the cold intrusion and you feel your breath catches in your throat. Then, almost as soon as it was driven into you, the tengu pulls her blade free, slicing a thin line along the edge of its passage and drawing it back red.
>As pain starts to surge from the wound, you see her deftly flip her weapon around and catch a forceful strike from Chisato without even turning to face it.
>If Fuuka's still in range, swing our tail in a wide enough arc to slash her.
>If she's not in range, swing our knife in a wide enough arc to keep her at bay while we deal this distraction. And do so by lunging forward with a low-sweeping slash of our own.
>There is a flash of movement to your left and you reflexively lash your tail towards it, even as you clench a hand against your side and grimace fiercly. You are answered by a harsh cry that descends almost into a growl.
>"Fuuka!" comes another voice from further down the hall, followed by a grunt of exertion. "I said withdraw!"
>"There'll be time later!" the third tengu adds as she pivots beneath Chisato's staff only to catch the other end of it across the jaw, sending her tumbling sideways.
>What kind of sounds are Miyuki and her tengu making?
>They don't seem to be saying much, but you can still hear sounds of struggle. However, you've heard neither the distinctive whistle of a wind blade nor any loud cries of pain, at least.
