[Glad to have shaken Maya from the same mire she felt herself sinking into, Cassandra stands back. Away from the tables, and everyone else, she brings the flat end of her sword up, balancing... a potato on it?
Suddenly, she launches it into the air above her, and - swishswishswish - a set of precise swings at it with her sword, clearly aimed, and ending with blade pointed down, and Cassandra's free hand raised.
Only for the potato to land perfectly in her palm... and split apart into eight identical slices.]
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[Glad to have shaken Maya from the same mire she felt herself sinking into, Cassandra stands back. Away from the tables, and everyone else, she brings the flat end of her sword up, balancing... a potato on it?
Suddenly, she launches it into the air above her, and - swishswishswish - a set of precise swings at it with her sword, clearly aimed, and ending with blade pointed down, and Cassandra's free hand raised.
Only for the potato to land perfectly in her palm... and split apart into eight identical slices.]