can you at least give me face?

<<Two days before first inter-school competition>>

"600 short sword style blood fall."

I whispered. A perfect smile against my lips. Legs spread hip-length apart, back straight.

In a series of complicated rapid movements, I completed the move, fluidly moving into the next. 

"Number ten body strengthening technique." Springing into the air.

"300 flowing sword dance assassination." Midair I floated for a short while due to the complicated movement, then slowly falling backwards. My body twisted fluidly into several deadly positions each a lethal move but to the eyes, it seemed as though I moved sensually leaving afterimages behind.

The fly, who had since the arrival of Jacqueline who sat nearby, seemed to become much more attached.

Sat in the shade wearing her loungewear, munching on cakes I had made when I had risen four uhrs ago in preparation for my younger brother's arrival.