I swerve to the left, the blade grazes my chest, and I wince.
"I'm a little rusty at dodging." I admit, before rushing at him and
attempting to slash his leg.
I don't expect the attack, and the slice makes a half inch deep slash mark. I wince in pain again, but rush at him not long after, going for his shoulder.
The katana makes a medium sized cut in Satoshi's chest, ripping a small section of skin off. "Not bad, okami." Satoshi laughs, attempting to slice at the hand Yuki was holding the katana with.