*Gripping a katana strapped to my waist (the right side), I glance up at your clone, my legs bent and back arched ready to spring forward into a full-on sprint. Then, I lung into the motion. Running, not looking around, not planning on stopping, I move swiftly towards your clone, focusing on nothing else. My right hand grasping the handle of the katana, my left hand hovering near my chest so to be ready to catch a fall should I trip from lack of focus, I continue to run until only a few feet away from your clone. From there, I plant my left foot on the ground, bending my knee and bringing my right foot right up close to my left, keeping it off the ground. Remaining in my crouched position for only a split-second, I proceed to extend my left leg, pushing myself upwards and forwards at an angle of 30 degrees or less; focused more on going up than forwards. As I spring into the air, my right hand slides up, letting go of my katana's handle half-way through the motion as I do so. At the height of my jump, my katana has slid fully out of its sheath, and is hovering next to me in mid-air, as my maximum height seems to hang in slow-motion; a moment frozen in time. But as the moment came to an end, and time began once again, my left arm came up and grabbed the handle of the blade (the handle is facing up; blade down) with my hand inverted, so my thumb was facing the ground (towards the blade) (if you're confused, hold your left arm straight up and bend your arm at the elbow at 90 degrees; a right angle). With the sword near the right side of my body in my left hand as I began my descent, I swing my arm out in a windmill motion, bringing it down in a diagonal slash from my left side high, to my right side low. Not noticing where the sword was touching your clone, exactly, nor if it was even harming him, I brought the sword down with all my might, putting all of my power, all of my body's force, and all of the force gravity had to offer behind the cutting power of my blade, cutting straight through all my sword touched as I land on the ground, my knees bending to absorb the impact so I land safely. After my slash is completed and I've landed, my left hand tosses the katana straight upwards from my right side as I extend my knees to stand up straight, reaching up to catch the sword with my right hand as it falls, and to slide it back safely into my sheath.*
"Did I hit it? Or was it a miss?"