[ It's strange to describe things as muscle memory when you haven't had muscles for so many years, but instincts seem to take over for Chung Myung in an instant. He raises his sword to block the first strike, stepping back and twisting his blade just enough to catch Molly's second sword as well.
He was always a very, very good swordsman back in his day, but he wasn't so sure that his skills would have stayed sharp. As it is, he does feel a little rusty, like he's not moving as fast as he should be able to, but he's at least quick enough to keep up with the initial attacks.
With a strong jerk of his arm, he pushes at the blades pressed against his own sword to try and force Molly back. ]
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He was always a very, very good swordsman back in his day, but he wasn't so sure that his skills would have stayed sharp. As it is, he does feel a little rusty, like he's not moving as fast as he should be able to, but he's at least quick enough to keep up with the initial attacks.
With a strong jerk of his arm, he pushes at the blades pressed against his own sword to try and force Molly back. ]