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When Shotaro saw his opponent, his blade held on his arm unsheathed, he knew he wanted to end the fight quickly. His opponent was fiercely determined to finish him. His opponent bowed back, seemingly to answer back the salute, but with no intention. He had loose robes, a small tachi fiercely gripped, and darts flowing from his fingers, like claws of a tiger. But the most striking aspect he noticed...
His left arm...was like dead...motionless...
Shotaro, focused on his opponent's next move, couldn't help but realize his left arm could have forced him to end his battle faster. A worthy opponent, to face him in such a condition. Attacking his left arm would serve useful, but neutralizing his right arm would serve much better. His opponent rushed upon him, seemingly to strike him in one swift blow. His move was reminiscent of Iaijutsu, but with his sword already drawn. He tensed, his right arm ready to grab his right arm while sending him to the ground.
But...in the blink of an eye, and right after seeing his enemy barely flinch, as if a sting of pain struck him, he saw him sliding, as if to evade his counterattack. He must have seen through his move. Passing through Shotaro, his opponent intends to execute his move, with his legs as the target. Evading would have been hard, complicated, and would set him in an uncomfortable position to strike back.
Shotaro, then, spinned his stance, sliding his right leg while turning in a 90 degree angle to the right. His arms followed suit, making a mirror image of his former stance. His right leg, however, moved as if he was kicking. If he struck correctly, his leg would hit his opponent's right arm, blocking the move from source, and possibly forcing to disarm.
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