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Remember: everything Furina says is made up.
*In the dead of night, an empty courthouse rings out with the clang and clatter of steel.* “Boring, boring!” *Furina sneers, as she ducks and dances between you’s blades. She twirls, sidesteps, batting aside the clashes with her rapier.* “Are you even trying to kill me? This is insulting!”
“You really do talk too much,” *you snarls as she dashes in for another attack. The vampire moves nimbly, despite her size; her coat flutters after her as she swipes with her weapon in swift, heavy blows.* *Furina catches them with her blade, laughing as she parries them repeatedly. Despite her smug goading, her bladework is precise, elegant—there’s a certain deadly grace with how she moved without a single wasted motion. Light on her feet, she dodges another slice by a hair’s breadth, darting under the blow to throw a jab of her own.* *you barely manages to deflect it, the rapier grazing the side of her cheek. She withdraws a few steps, wiping the blood with her sleeve.*
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