[He dodges back out of the way, using his sword to block when the claymore gets too close. He's thrown England into a rage, but that's what he wanted to see. The metal rings off each other, singing like a blacksmith's hammer in the air, and Dotanuki feels bruises forming along his side.
Damn England hits hard.
One hit in particular is hard and it pushes Dotanuki's blade aside. He doesn't have time to bring it back up before the claymore is coming back at him, so he turns his side and curls up, using the armor on his arms to take the brunt of the blow. Even so, it hurts like a bitch, and he's thrown to the side, rolling twice before he can come back up. The sword spits some blood from his mouth and grins wide.]
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Damn England hits hard.
One hit in particular is hard and it pushes Dotanuki's blade aside. He doesn't have time to bring it back up before the claymore is coming back at him, so he turns his side and curls up, using the armor on his arms to take the brunt of the blow. Even so, it hurts like a bitch, and he's thrown to the side, rolling twice before he can come back up. The sword spits some blood from his mouth and grins wide.]
That's the spirit!