(The moon hanging high in the sky, both combatants rushing towards each other on a rooftop, aiming to deliver a crushing blow to each other...
...Since this meets almost every qualification to be a traditional samurai duel, Django swings the blade with all of his might, dashing past Remilia and holding a crouched position.
There he kneels for a moment that feels like an eternity. He grips his blade tightly...a grip that begins to weaken, losing its strength until his sword escapes his fingers. Django slumps over and falls to his side with bated breath. You got him really good, Remi.)
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...Since this meets almost every qualification to be a traditional samurai duel, Django swings the blade with all of his might, dashing past Remilia and holding a crouched position.
There he kneels for a moment that feels like an eternity. He grips his blade tightly...a grip that begins to weaken, losing its strength until his sword escapes his fingers. Django slumps over and falls to his side with bated breath. You got him really good, Remi.)