[Just like that, it's life or death. Squalo doesn't have time to think about it. It's all instinct, even the way his mind and body rush to comprehend the movement coming at him while he rushes forward to meet his opponent's charge. The horizontal strike he hoped for comes - and instead of ducking, or moving out of range, or doing anything remotely sensible, Squalo throws all his momentum and his strength into a parry.]
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