[Espy]

HAYATE

A combination of his advantage in height plus a slight turn of the head to stare at the shaggy-haired girl made the Hunter's first blow narrowly miss Hayate's nose and instead land full on his lower lip. He was already beginning to trip backwards when the blade lashed out, catching his a bit higher than she'd intended and cutting across his left upper arm and collar bone.

He staggered a bit, and the harsh kick sent him reeling towards the edge.

Somewhat stunned, Hayate slowly trailed his fingers across his bloodied mouth, then as per habit blew strands of hair out of his face. He wasn't used to fighting.

"I...don't exactly...have a death wish," he countered slowly, clamping his right hand across the bleeding gash. "I don't even know who either of you...are."