As soon as any part of Orochimaru's sinuous, mutated and many-headed body came at Nnoitra, he hacked at it with one of his scythes. He wouldn't allow himself to be crushed -- literally or figuratively -- by him. Never again. He was going down.
Today.
He adjusted his grip on all four of his weapons so that they could be wielded and used to slash at him from any angle. He no longer needed to turn for the hooked blades to bite into flesh. With a growl he swung one blade upwards as he brought another down. It kept Orochimaru busy if the attacks were consistent, vicious and constant.
That was an asset when, in his unarmed hands, he was focusing his Chakra for another Elemental attack.
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Date: 2012-08-28 08:25 pm (UTC)Today.
He adjusted his grip on all four of his weapons so that they could be wielded and used to slash at him from any angle. He no longer needed to turn for the hooked blades to bite into flesh. With a growl he swung one blade upwards as he brought another down. It kept Orochimaru busy if the attacks were consistent, vicious and constant.
That was an asset when, in his unarmed hands, he was focusing his Chakra for another Elemental attack.