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Understood.>From your experience at playing the sports you have over the years, you have developed a slight sense for when someone's nearing their limit, for when a game is about to end. Granted, this is the first sword duel you've seen in a number of years, depending on how you score the kendo club's activities, but that sense is telling you that this one's just about done. The slight weakness you note in Tenshi's right leg, the way her vision is obscured by the sweat dripping down into her eyes, even the way she doesn't seem to be striking quite as fast as she was five minutes ago.
>And sure enough, a little less than a minute later, Tenshi's leg buckles again, just enough to throw her slightly off balance and distract her. Reimu seizes the opportunity and knocks Tenshi's jian aside, then aims a diagonal slash down at her left shoulder. With a defiant snarl, the Dragon miko extends her left arm and catches the blunt weapon in her hand. The crowd gasps audibly at Tenshi's amazing move, almost as surprised as Reimu looks, but Tenshi doesn't stop there. She drives her jian forward, poking Reimu in the belly with the flattened tip of her weapon.
>Instantly, the crowd boos and hollers their derision, but Reimu raises her free hand and the crowd quiets after a moment or two. Tenshi seems oblivious to the jeers, she even grins at her brazen move. Remiu, however, simply looks back at the purple haired woman in the suit.
>The woman steps forward. "Third point, Reimu. Solid impact, Reimu." She raises her left hand. "Winner, Reimu."
>A chorus of cheers erupts from the assembled people, even from the tengu who was offering odds, even though, from the way people were gambling as far as you can tell, he stands to lose a fair amount of cash, since most of the money was on Remi. Tenshi, however, doesn't seem fazed by the announcement of her defeat. She merely straightens back up and releases Reimu's sword.
