[The cry draws his attention upward, and he raises his vessel in defense. It's a shame, he thinks, that he couldn't move quickly enough to draw his scabbard. This sword is important - without it, he wouldn't be able to move, to accomplish what he needs to. That's why he's willing to let this - his - body take more damage than the vessel; his blade is angled so that the downward slash will slide off and toward his shoulder, but he doesn't seem to outwardly react even as metal bites into his flesh.
Despite that, Midare will get a very spirited:]
Ouch! That's pretty mean—! [Which is far away from actually sounding pained or even in distress, but A for effort...
That's also about all he actually says before he shifts his stance and takes a forward swing. Unlike Midare, it's clear that his aim isn't just to incapacitate - there's the same force behind his strike that he would be using against enemy troops.]
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Despite that, Midare will get a very spirited:]
Ouch! That's pretty mean—! [Which is far away from actually sounding pained or even in distress, but A for effort...
That's also about all he actually says before he shifts his stance and takes a forward swing. Unlike Midare, it's clear that his aim isn't just to incapacitate - there's the same force behind his strike that he would be using against enemy troops.]