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Ookurikara:: *had been watching the fight, so jumps a bit when Mitsutada starts messing with his hair, resisting his usual impulse to swat at the other, getting the feeling Mitsutada needed something to distract himself with and allows the other to braid his hair* ...

Yukimura:: *smirks slightly as Masamune charges him and charges Masamune as well, moving into a spinning flurry of spears*

Erramun:: *feels the force of the clash up his entire arm and stays where he is to let the numb feeling leave as Masamune charges his dad instead*

Yukimura:: *still attacking, blocking and evading as well, taking a swipe at Masamune when there's an opening, managing to put another nick in Ookurikara's blade, leaping up and out of the way as Erramun attacks again*

Erramun:: *finally has feeling back in his arm from the previous impact and rejoins the fray, swiping at Masamune from the left, never once thinking it might be a better advantage to attack from the dragon's right*

Ookurikara:: *hisses slightly and slowly puts one of his hands to his left side as a wound shows up from the impact, trying not to let Mitsutada know he'd been hurt*

Yukimura:: *had crossed his spears in front of himself again as he came back towards the ground to block the upward slash Masamune had unleashed at him, the spears earning themselves a few nicks from the force* Heh. Not bad, Date Masamune-dono. We should do this more often. *ducks and slashes at Masamune again*

Erramun:: *slides back a few feet as he barely manages to raise his spears to keep the three swords from hitting him and decides he's going to stay put again until he can feel his limbs*

Ookurikara:: *glad he has so far managed to keep Mitsutada from knowing he'd been injured* Tch...

Yukimura:: *grins* That is true, Date Masamune-dono. Erramun needs more practice, but his heart burns with the fire of a warrior. He just needs a worthy rival of his own. *backs away from the slashing swords once again and attempts to jab his spears forwards, hoping to at least get close to scoring on his rival*

((*facepalms* Goodlord, Yukiderp, I hope you haven't been teaching that s**t to Erramun...))

Erramun:: *decides that now might be a good time for him to drop out of the fight and makes his weary way over to where Guy and Cynhard are, flopping down tiredly after propping his spears against the wall* Lord Masamune is so strong. I think my arms are still numb.

Ookurikara:: *frowns* I can wash my own hair. *thankful he is wearing his black coat, as it at least is helping to hide his injury so far, although he's sure the blood will stain his shirt to a point he won't be able to hide it soon enough*

Yukimura:: I'm sure he will. *hears the clang of one of his spears hitting something other than Masamune's swords, pauses in his assault at Masamune tensing up and notices he'd gouged the helmet*

Ookurikara:: *would have probably said something back about the hair washing, but is distracted by the loud clang and doesn't notice Mitsutada reaching for the wound until after he comes into contact with it, drawing a pained hiss from him as he clamps his hand back tightly over the wound*

Yukimura:: *smirks as well and returns to his fighting stance* Round 2. *nods*

Ookurikara:: *scowls and tries to swat Mitsutada's hand away with his free hand* It's nothing. *sees the other isn't going to take no for an answer however and finally just sits there and stops trying to fight the other off* ...Fine. *moves his hand so Mitsutada can look at the injury*

Yukimura:: *charges at Masamune, attempting to lock the swords up in his spears again*

Ookurikara:: *lets out pained hisses as Mitsutada sets about using his glove and tie to apply pressure to the wound* Yesssssss. So long as noone else touches me before then.