[With that invitation, Kouta twirls his sword in one hand, rushing a few steps forward--
... and abruptly stops, breath catching, as he catches a glimpse of the white armored rider in the distance. Not looking at him, but certainly too close for comfort.]
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... and abruptly stops, breath catching, as he catches a glimpse of the white armored rider in the distance. Not looking at him, but certainly too close for comfort.]