[Nothing really lights his spirit quite like being with his brother. Being together in all manner of things, but especially in fighting. There is truly no thought process behind it; each step they take, each swing of their swords, is perfectly in tandem.
Sometimes, they are together, side by side; sometimes they are apart, back to back. Other times still, they are split several meters away after a synchronized spin. This doesn't bother him--it shouldn't bother him. He has never entertained the idea ever that Higekiri could fall into any kind of disrepair. Not the shining beacon of the Genji. Not his brother.
Which is probably why it's something more than just hearing his name that startles him so badly. His eyes, wide, swing from the revisionist to Higekiri, up to Higekiri's face, down--out along the blade gleaming past the back.]
Anija!
[It comes out before he even reacts. Something dark and boiling rolls up through him. Something maybe a little scared.
He charges, sprinting. Swinging around to the front, he bisects both of the revisionist's legs at the knees, and then cuts upward. The dance keeps going, spinning him around so he can take out one or two more stragglers encroaching on them. It's not shocking how very quickly he abandons the offense when there is a lull, though. He's so quickly to leap toward Higekiri.]
Anija! [Oh no, it's even WORSE up close!!!!!] Lean on me, Anija!
NO ANIJA
Sometimes, they are together, side by side; sometimes they are apart, back to back. Other times still, they are split several meters away after a synchronized spin. This doesn't bother him--it shouldn't bother him. He has never entertained the idea ever that Higekiri could fall into any kind of disrepair. Not the shining beacon of the Genji. Not his brother.
Which is probably why it's something more than just hearing his name that startles him so badly. His eyes, wide, swing from the revisionist to Higekiri, up to Higekiri's face, down--out along the blade gleaming past the back.]
Anija!
[It comes out before he even reacts. Something dark and boiling rolls up through him. Something maybe a little scared.
He charges, sprinting. Swinging around to the front, he bisects both of the revisionist's legs at the knees, and then cuts upward. The dance keeps going, spinning him around so he can take out one or two more stragglers encroaching on them. It's not shocking how very quickly he abandons the offense when there is a lull, though. He's so quickly to leap toward Higekiri.]
Anija! [Oh no, it's even WORSE up close!!!!!] Lean on me, Anija!