The straight blade struck true against your curved katana, echoing with a loud clang in the streets of District 20, lighting up the night with sparks flying from both swords. You held your ground well enough, though just as good as any other that came before you.

Pride got the better of your judgement and you fell for a feint, to which Meursault answered to your blunder with a hard strike to the cutting edge of your sword, snapping it into two from the point of impact and sending it flying out of your hand.

For a moment, nothing but the gleaming blue eye that peeked from the edge of his bamboo hat could be seen from your paracentral view. It was... Beautiful, strangely so. The way it shone brightly as if in defiance of the sanguine blotches that riddled his features. It was captivating, so much so that you hardly even noticed the jikdo being driven straight through the wall behind you, merely a hair's breadth away from cutting your jugular.

"It would be wise for me to end this battle here and now, but I could entertain our unwanted guest for a moment longer. "

He huffed, pulling the sword out of the wall with seemingly little to no effort.

"I'll give you a chance to speak your last words before I take your head off, Kurokumo mutt."