You saw the sword block shots earlier... Maybe it has other shield functions? (15 Cunning)

You remembered back to Keiko's earlier charge... She'd had to hold that weird-shaped sword up to block oncoming rifle shots. You still weren't sure of what ability that sword was supposed to confer, but... Maybe it was something that could help her deal with Buchikowasu's shots, in some better way than just flicking it in the right direction at the right time? You clenched your teeth (and your asshole) and desperately shot Keiko more of your divine inspiration.

"I see... I see! That's how this weapon is supposed to be used!" Keiko finally resolved, pointing her sword forward. Could she block anything like that?! "I have to let go and let faith guide my blade... No, my shield! This is the power of not wanting to have to think about it!" she declared... She'd delivered the line in a cool way, but in the end, wasn't she just talking about being lazy? Not that you were complaining. Being lazy was your favorite thing in the world, after all.

"Enough babbling!" Buchikowasu complained, pointing her rifle towards her seemingly staggered opponent and firing for a sure **** shot against the chest-wrap. A perfect shot?! No... The sword... Folded, like paper. Those rectangles making up its segments folded themselves upward and made a compact shield. When the bullet hit them, it reflected, knocking against Buchikwasu's chest and blowing open her top, while also destroying the shoulders and chest of that black, studded jacket she wore. Disbelieving, the lady fired again low; the metallic paper-sword folded again, this time blocking the lower side and reflecting the shot back into Buchiko's jeans, turning them from lightly shredded to shreds. This continued again and again, to your delight.

"Ready to yield, Buchiko-san?" Keiko asked, swiping her sword as the referee desperately tried to get them to take their corners again. She seemed to have grown surprisingly confident and comfortable again, despite her state of dress.

"Bu-chi-ko-was-suuu!" the other girl roared, shaking her fist irritably. The only thing she had left was that tattered, stained, tiger-print two piece, with the word "DON" printed across the back and the cigar-smoking skull displayed on her tattered black stockings. Bits and pieces of metal and black, leather clothing lay all around her. This outfit gave a pretty good look at that meaty ass of hers, and her wide hips, which... could use a little bit more of Keiko's signature martial training. No, there's no use beating around the bush: Buchiko was a little fat for a priestess. She did still have her mask on... you didn't know if that was a point of pride for her or actually a way Don had invented to stop her from spreading germs. "And no, I'm not yielding yet, you dumb bitch! We'll see how well that magic sword does you in the next round!"

Don wiped his forehead with a sweaty handkerchief, then smirked in your direction. "Your priestess got pretty fuckin' lucky just now, huh? But opportunity don't strike twice, unless it's my opportunity. Let's see if you got anything in your bag of tricks for when I change the game up..."

((Cunning +2))
((Faith +1))
((Buchikowasu's Tier -2))