>Loosen our belt and rush forward.
>In a smooth movement tuck our arms into our sleeves and fling our kimono in front of us.
>Pitch the Hakurei Orb in an high arc over the spread garb, past Reimu.
>Attack through our screen, as we can easily sense our target with our vision deprived, with another Spell-Shattering Palm.
>Power through the attack, past Reimu, to the spot where the orb will land; hopefully we can detect and catch it if it is a mystical object.
> You attempt to re-establish an offensive pace with your surprise maneuver.
> The Shrine Maiden's aura flares as you fling your robe ahead of you, its mundane fabrics doing little to obscure your vision of the blaze ahead of you.
> Your own Qi is sharpened to a razor-edge as you target the second node of the Spell Card with a spearing hand-strike.
> Leaving a trail of her aura behind her, the Shrine Maiden shifts to thwart your strike with an expert parry...
> ...which passes right through you.
> With the sound of shattering glass the second node breaks, its weave unraveling in moments. You can sense the strain the last node is under as you push through the intangible Shrine Maiden, stopping yourself on the other side. A dull
thunk a few feet to your right reveals the landing spot of the entirely unmystical Hakurei Orb.
> The Shrine Maiden
hmphs.
> "I have never truly had to fight after using this Spell Card, and so you use my lack of expertise against me. You thwart me with my own greatest asset. Intentional or not, your potency on the battlefield is overwhelming."
> Only now do you notice a glowing strand extending from your striking arm to the Shrine Maiden's closed fist. Her aura flares as she clenches her first, unraveling the strand and surging into your body.
> Your legs collapse out from under you, and you fall to the ground like a rag doll. You can hear your heartbeat unsteadily pounding in your ears, weaker and weaker with each beat. You are unable to breathe.
> You hear the Shrine Maiden's voice, muffled, almost at the edge of your consciousness.
> "I have no self-delusion of victory - your resourcefulness has proven to be infinite. But I would be disrespecting your abilities if I did not employ all of mine."
> Encountered Move:
Touch of the Golden Sun. Complexity:
6. To feel the caress of the divine is to welcome death. The user of this move attempts to sever her opponent's soul from their body by simultaneous inhibition of their chakras. A single touch is required for this move to succeed. This move can be invoked as a counterattack, provided that touch is involved.