The standoff, with both sides panicking and with racing hearts, continued for some time. Both individuals tried to appear calm as they stared sharply at each other, each with a more piercing gaze than the other, yet neither made the first move.
If someone could understand looks, the situation would roughly look like this.
"Miss, that strike of yours was quite powerful, but it must have drained you significantly, right? Afraid you can't make another cut?"
"Heh, guess whether I can strike again? I also think I can't. Why don't you come and try?"
"No, no, no, I'll just stand here and let you strike; if you have the ability, then strike me."
"Get lost, don't think I don't know you're trying to bait out my powerful move, it's not happening. If you have the ability, come closer."
"Strike then..."
"Come here and let me strike you..."
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