Izutsumi may not know who's calling out, but she knows a combat direction when she hears one, so she rolls out of the way, abandoning her grip on the metal dog and tumbling across the street to land in a crouch.
She's never seen a sword like that, but it does the trick, easily impaling the metal dog's head and killing it dead. Izutsumi ignores the woman's struggles with retrieving her sword, and instead scampers over to poke at the dead metal dog, moving its limbs this way and that as she examines it.
"Have you ever seen something like this?" she asks, nose wrinkled. "Because I haven't. There must be something in it making it move, but I don't smell anything other than metal."
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She's never seen a sword like that, but it does the trick, easily impaling the metal dog's head and killing it dead. Izutsumi ignores the woman's struggles with retrieving her sword, and instead scampers over to poke at the dead metal dog, moving its limbs this way and that as she examines it.
"Have you ever seen something like this?" she asks, nose wrinkled. "Because I haven't. There must be something in it making it move, but I don't smell anything other than metal."