[Asch doesn't respond at first, his body hunched, waiting in silence for the ache to fade away, as it usually did. Inwardly he was cursing, even as he pleaded for the sudden crippling weakness to vanish- the irony of it happening now, in front of Luke so soon after talking to Dist about it- was just as painful as the physical feeling.
Once it fades enough for him to move, though, Asch finds himself at a convenient distance from his unguarded replica. With his body the way it is now, and the both of them so tired, it would be sheer idiocy to not take advantage of this, so without another moment's hesitation he suddenly thrusts his sword forward, aiming for Luke's sword arm. Disarming him would be nice, too, but this kind of injury ought to end the fight here and now.]
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Once it fades enough for him to move, though, Asch finds himself at a convenient distance from his unguarded replica. With his body the way it is now, and the both of them so tired, it would be sheer idiocy to not take advantage of this, so without another moment's hesitation he suddenly thrusts his sword forward, aiming for Luke's sword arm. Disarming him would be nice, too, but this kind of injury ought to end the fight here and now.]