Yes! Mitsurugi never backs down!

"Of course I accept!" Mitsurugi laughed as he drew his sword. A sharp hiss pierced the night air as he unsheathed the blade. Keeping a firm grasp on the handle, he pointed his sword out from him at chest level. A small smirk told of his excitement for the duel.

"Are you that eager to feel me inside of you?" Taki confidently remarked, wearing a smug grin of her own. She assumed her own stance: one hand on Mekki-Maru still sheathed behind her and the other kept waist level, ready to unsheathe her other sword Rekki-Maru by her side.

Both of them readied themselves, the atmosphere growing tenser with every passing second. The thought of victory lingering in both of their minds, they had their eyes on the respective prize. Mitsurugi already viewed Taki as his bottom slut, while Taki could already see Mitsurugi bending over for her. He acknowledged her confidence and almost licked his lips in anticipation of breaking her. She returned the longing, picturing his broken confidence before her.

With a mighty cry that broke the silence, Mitsurugi rushed towards Taki, leaving a small cloud of dust behind him. In response, Taki dashed forward, keeping her grip on Mekki-Maru. As they neared each other, Mitsurugi raised his sword overhead before bringing it down. Taki reflexively dodged to the side, but he anticipated that and quickly averted his sword's direction in a horizontal slice. With a quick scoff, Taki leaped over the attack, countering by kicking off of Mitsurugi's head. Using the momentum from the kick, she leapt higher into the air, twisted around midair, and flung an enchanted talisman at her opponent.

"Too easy!" Mitsurugi remarked, whisking away the talisman with a well placed vertical slash. What he didn't know is that the talisman was explosive. A burst of blue fire erupted in his face, blinding him and causing him to stumble.

Landing lightly on her feet, Taki laughed triumphantly at his mistake. "All those times fighting me and you haven't picked up on my simple tricks?" Despite her confident remark, she still heeded caution as she approached him, for she knew that he was obviously well trained enough to fight just as well blind as he could with his sight.

Moving with the speed of a cat, Taki darted forward with the intent to attack but also keeping her wits about her. Once she neared the stumbling Mitsurugi, she delivered a spinning kick to his side with lightning speed. He grunted and doubled over as the strike hit its mark. Confident now that she confirmed the first hit, she shot her foot out again, this time connecting with his chest. Quickly after that she followed up again with a sharp high kick to his jaw. The triple kick combination sent Mitsurugi flailing back. Not even with his trained senses could he react to the kunoichi's blinding speed.

"You'll have to do better than that," Taki laughed, mocking Mitsurugi's lack of defense. "I can practically feel you squeezing me tightly, if you know what I mean."

Trying to regain his senses, Mitsurugi steadied himself. He had to admit, that string of kicks Taki delivered hit him hard. The first two kicks weren't that damaging, but they threw him off balance. That third kick to his jaw, however, dealt a serious blow. Blinking his eyes to gather himself, he could see a little more clearly once he opened them. Immediately he had to bring his sword to his chest to defend against the quick thrust Taki delivered with Mekki-Maru. That attack had far more **** than he anticipated however, as it pushed him back and sent vibrations through his sword and armor. However he had no time to breathe, as she was right back on him with another rapid stab combination. He parried each thrust, smacking her blade away and going for a horizontal slice to her armored shoulder. Faster than his eyes could follow, Taki ducked underneath his attack and delivered a powerful elbow to his midsection.

That single blow struck him with the **** of a cannon, taking all the wind out from his lungs. A gust of wind trailed behind him. He even felt his vision blur. Cracks formed on his armor, tracing across the torso and all around. They grew larger and larger until finally all his armor shattered and crumbled around him, leaving his upper body completely bare. He followed suite, crumpling to the ground. He lay there, clutching his gut in immense pain.

Taki stood over him triumphantly, crossing her arms under her breasts. "It seems like you were in over your head," She smirked, pleased with the damage she dealt. "Perhaps you are in too much pain to admit defeat right now, so I'll be generous and give you some time."

"Not yet."

Though he seemed physically incapacitated, through sheer willpower, Mitsurugi shakily stood to his feet. Sword in one hand and the other still clutching his gut, he faced Taki down, determined to still win. He wondered what all Taki put into that elbow strike. There was definitely a **** beyond her sheer strength. Either way, the grueling blow would not deter him from this victory.

"So even after all that, you still stand? You're starting to take this seriously after all." Taki remarked, her confidence never dissipating.

He wasn't starting anything. He intended to finish the fight with this next blow and receive his prize. Even in his current state, he had more than enough power to take her out if he concentrated all his strength into his sword. It would be his first strike and his final one. "I'm getting what I want." A cocky grin confirmed his confidence returning.

Taki bent her knees, preparing to rush at Mitsurugi once more. "To become my bitch? I'll gladly help you with that." Tensing her muscles, she readied both of her swords.

In a single motion, both fighters charged each other for the final, decisive blow of this short bout. Whoever landed this next attack would subject the other to all sorts of lewd acts under their command.