Kei

OOC: Lol, I know.

"Galatea? And you didn't steal that blade? Strange; I've never heard of you," Teresa spoke, raising an eyebrow. She couldn't make sense of any of the situation, but it didn't matter. She was going to win or lose, and knowing why her opponent had the same blade as her didn't seem to have any relation to that. Of course, it didn't help that Teresa was the type to not want alot of information and just wanted to get down to fighting.

Taking a step forward, the "strongest of all 47 Claymores" gripped her sword even tighter when she noticed that Galatea was ready to battle, wiping the confused look off her face. It was time. To any of the spectators, it would seem as if she had only been standing there for a second, most likely less. But to the two combatants--who could see things a normal eye could barely even imagine--it felt like an eternity, as if they were waiting for all of the sand in an hourglass to drop to the bottom half.

Cutting through the eerie silence after her words, Teresa's body simply vanished, only to reappear behind Galatea's cloaked body, the massive blade that was pinned to the Number 1's back being brought up and over her head, then down in an attempt to quickly slash through the blind woman's body.

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