Favorite swordsman? Nice!
Prism gives Coco little time to appreciate the compliment, though. His leader goes for an attack from his right, an obvious one at that. Coco moves his blade to block it, only to find that it was, in fact, a feint. Shit.
The boy is unexpectedly knocked off of his feet, landing on his back. OTN had fallen flatly beside him. Cream was starting to feel the burn, and Prism continued to outpace him. It was time to bring out the big- well, small guns.
The boy rolled to the side to avoid further attacks, all the while grabbing OTN in both hands. The boy twisted the sword's pommel to return it to its primary form and a nasty screetch escaped the weapon as he did. He winced - the weights had stopped the weapon from transforming properly, though they had now fallen off. One of the spring-loaded blades had snapped off entirely. Crap.
Even so, the boy scrambled up on his feet, shortsword in hand. He prepared to defend once more, hoping that the mechanism wasn't that fucked.
Coco's Battle Stats:
Stamina: [███-------] 30%
Aura: [████████--] 81%