[As the blade is twisted, Daqiang releases his hold on it so that it slides easily out of him. No longer locked together, he is able to roll out of the way of the kick. But it still lands him on his knees as he come out of the roll, left hand splayed in front of him to balance while his sword - the Hellfire Sword - flowed into existence on a wave of blue fire from his extended right hand. The wound in his side bleeding heavily enough that, even in the short seconds it took to come to their impass, it had begun to drip off his clothes and onto the wood of the deck.
He stared at Cid and breathed heavily. More heavily than he should have for a superficial wound. Something more important than skin and muscle had likely been pierced.
Another deep breath and he leaned back, pressing his left hand to his side to put pressure on the wound. Then he stood. Slowly.]
We have.
[He agreed, continuing to eye Cid warily, but otherwise doing his best to act as if the wound wasn't as bad as it was. He could heal it. He would need time to do so. But not in front of Cid. And certainly not in front of the crowd that had gathered to watch them spar and was now starting to clap and whistle at the show of skill they'd just put on.]
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He stared at Cid and breathed heavily. More heavily than he should have for a superficial wound. Something more important than skin and muscle had likely been pierced.
Another deep breath and he leaned back, pressing his left hand to his side to put pressure on the wound. Then he stood. Slowly.]
We have.
[He agreed, continuing to eye Cid warily, but otherwise doing his best to act as if the wound wasn't as bad as it was. He could heal it. He would need time to do so. But not in front of Cid. And certainly not in front of the crowd that had gathered to watch them spar and was now starting to clap and whistle at the show of skill they'd just put on.]